Super Fighting Tokyo.

"Hey!"

Li Youba landed on one leg, slamming his foot hard on the pool floor with a "splash," using the stomp to steady himself.

"Don't joke around, a beautiful girl martial artist won't lose to a criminal!"

"I, Lord Li Youba, will take the challenge. Bring it on, you 'bald-headed stubble too'!"

One-eyed uncle: "..."

One-eyed man: "...?"

Bald head and stubble too?

Is he implying that his image is similar to that of the two criminals on the shore?

"Um……"

The one-eyed man looked ashamed. "To be honest, I haven't shaved in a long time because I've been away on a pilgrimage—that's really rude of me, but being bald isn't my fault..."

He rubbed his head sheepishly and stood up from the shallow pool.

Whoosh!

Water droplets fell from his body, finally revealing his rather conspicuous physique.

He is about 178cm tall and weighs over 110kg.

thick--

This one-eyed man looks exactly like that at first glance.

In short, he is very solid!

Neck, shoulders, arms, legs, chest, hands—

Whether it's the visible upper body, the calves submerged underwater, even the eyes and breathing—everything is incredibly solid!

She was wearing a high-end swim trunk with a "paisley pattern".

It's obvious to the naked eye that this man has put in an extremely strenuous amount of physical exertion.

The pectoral muscles are bulging in blocks, the abdominal muscles are clearly defined like they were carved with a knife, and the muscles of the limbs are full and firm, with the fiber direction being rigid and smooth, and extremely elastic and explosive.

With shoulders wider than the pelvis and a significantly thick chest and back, he possesses the physique of a superhuman fighter, maximizing both physical strength and agility.

It possesses both a sense of weight and sharpness!

"..."

--sharp!!!

Li Youba's eyes widened, and she couldn't help but exclaim in genuine amazement.

Besides that, upon closer inspection of the one-eyed uncle, Li Youba felt a sense of familiarity, as if he had seen him somewhere before.

It seems like a long time ago? In... a newspaper?

"I don't want to get out, it feels so good in the water..."

The one-eyed man put his hands on his hips, looked at Li Youba beside him, and sighed helplessly, "Me? I went to the mountains to train before, and even got soaked by a super cold waterfall. I just got back to Tokyo recently."

"So I didn't care too much about my personal image. After all, it's a shop opened by my own disciple, so they won't kick me out."

"Young lady, don't misunderstand. There are hot springs in the mountains. I've been careful to keep clean; I just haven't shaved."

The one-eyed man looked towards the shore—the three people at the center of the riot—and pouted, making a sarcastic remark.

"Speaking of which, I finally wanted to take a break, but why can't I get any peace and quiet? What's wrong with those two guys?"

"..."

Li Youba stared blankly at the one-eyed uncle.

She remembered!

Li Youba exclaimed in surprise, "You are Yuji Doppo—the founder of the 'Shinshinkai' Karate Dojo! I've seen news reports about you; you used to be super famous!"

"What do you mean by 'before'?"

The one-eyed man named Yuji Doppo couldn't help but frown, rub his forehead, and sigh, "I'm clearly still 'active,' so why do I feel like I'm from the last era? Young lady, you have such a sharp tongue!"

Li Youba's eye twitched, and she laughed in agreement, "Ah, haha..."

The other party is a famous fighter, so he is definitely not a criminal.

Li Youba relaxed, but couldn't help looking at Yuji Dubu repeatedly, pondering to himself.

This living legend of karate is known as the "God of Martial Arts" in the martial arts world, but in reality, he is just an unserious and quirky uncle!

This could be considered a kind of information cocoon...

Li Youba slowly sank down, immersing his body in the pool, with only his head above water, his gaze following Yuji Dobu as he moved horizontally.

"..."

Yudi Dubu bid farewell to Li Youba and headed towards the poolside.

Reaching the very edge, he didn't use his hands for support. Instead, he pushed off with both legs and leaped out of the pool, landing steadily on the shore with his feet in a cross shape.

His jumping ability is amazing!

"Phew! Not bad, soaking in the water feels so good."

Yuji Doppo let out a heartfelt exclamation, ignoring the slovenly man and the bald cultist, and fixed his gaze on Shiraki Cheng, laughing quite happily.

He recalled, "It was quite a coincidence. I recently called headquarters and heard something interesting from that kid, Mo Tanghou."

"He and my son, Kesi, both lost to the same person in one night."

"This feels just like that elimination tournament that night! It's so embarrassing..."

"But now it seems that the one who defeated them was actually a very energetic guy who was also willing to stand up for what's right. There really is hope for this society!"

Tap...tap...tap...

Yuji Dobu slowly walked up to the side of the disheveled man, stretched his neck, and looked over the disheveled man's shoulder at Bai Mucheng.

Shiramu Cheng's gaze met his, and a faint light flickered within it—it was a look that Yuji Doppo was all too familiar with.

Yudi Dubu sighed helplessly and, as an elder, earnestly educated Bai Mucheng.

"Brother, do you know? 'Stopping war' is the origin of 'martial arts'."

"As the name suggests, martial artists are meant to stop conflict."

Yuji Dubu shrugged, gesturing to the disheveled man holding a knife in front of him, and the bald cultist a little further away.

“If you and I can easily subdue these two dangerous individuals, we don’t need to pursue them any further. Otherwise, we wouldn’t be worthy of being called true martial artists.”

"Do you think what I said makes sense, buddy..."

Yuji Dubu's expression was calm and elegant, quite like that of a grandmaster. He paused for a moment, then suddenly—

Snapped!

He raised his leg and kicked the disheveled man in the groin from below, laughing heartily:

"But we don't need to worry about that now, let's just kick it first!"

Please take one day off.

Let's be frank and give an update on the creative process.

I'm going to refine the outline for the next post more carefully, because even more intense synchronicity is coming!

I need to come up with some rough ideas later, and maybe go out for some outdoor activities to work up a sweat and find some inspiration.

I'm taking a day off today, but will update as usual tomorrow. Thank you for your support!

Chu~

Chapter 107 That's the right way to use it.

Walking alone in this foolish land, that person—

10th Dan in Karate!

A practical karate master, founder of the Guji-ryu karate style, and the first head of the Shinshin-kai, he has many nicknames such as "Martial God," "Man-Eating Python," and "Tiger Demon."

He once single-handedly killed a wild Siberian tiger with his bare hands, relying on his superb karate skills!

He can be called a "grandmaster of his generation"!

Simply compiling the words and deeds of this grandmaster would be enough to publish a book, and there would certainly be people who would buy it and read it to appreciate his noble character.

“‘Stopping war’ is ‘martial arts’; a martial artist is one who stops conflict.”

Now, the Grandmaster is lecturing to Bai Mucheng, displaying remarkable demeanor.

Then--

Snapped!

The grandmaster raised his leg and kicked upwards with all his might, striking the slovenly man in the groin.

With a muffled "thud," blood gushed from the slovenly man's groin, staining his crotch crimson.

"—Huh?! Ahhh!"

The disheveled man let out a wail, clutched his groin, and collapsed to the ground in pain, his body trembling uncontrollably, the sharp knife in his hand falling to the side.

This sudden kick truly opened Bai Mucheng's eyes.

As expected of a legendary karate master, even a simple kick is honed through countless hours of practice, and the precision and speed of the movements are a feast for the eyes!

"Haha, as expected, Brother Shiraki understands me."