Super Fighting Tokyo.

While Hao Hongye was conducting a physical examination on Bai Mucheng, his younger brother Hao Angsheng was chatting with Wu Fengshui and Yingjing An.

"Big Brother's physical abilities have surpassed those of humans, and his level of danger is no less than that of actual combat skills!"

Hao Angsheng introduced to the two people beside him, "It has the explosive power of a heavyweight boxer, the agility of a sprinter, the flexibility of a wrestler, and the endurance of a marathon runner..."

"The combination of all these abilities is what he's so proud of: his 'super physique'!"

"..."

As they spoke, Hao Hongye, led by Bai Mucheng, began to tour the training equipment inside the Douhun Martial Arts Hall as part of the training evaluation.

"This is a great place; you can tell the 'passion' just from the equipment."

Hao Hongye leaned against a squat machine and laughed, "Completely ignoring functionality and just trying to make muscles bulge bigger is, in my opinion, quite unacceptable."

"That's the lowest level of muscle; you'd probably be out of breath just wiping a window."

As he spoke, he placed several weight plates on both sides of the squat machine, totaling over 500kg, a super weight that is hard for ordinary fitness enthusiasts to imagine.

Kokoro leaned against the squat machine and began her daily leg muscle training, while making Shiraki Cheng pay attention to her form.

"Your training plan is quite good. I never expected you to be an expert in this field, Shiraki."

While working on the set, Gao Hongye commented, "However, the food is a bit rough. I will give you a recipe later and adjust it as needed."

Bai Mucheng smiled and thanked him, noting down this favor.

"..."

Meanwhile, Wu Fengshui, on the other side, noticed the "super training" that Hao Hongye was doing.

The fact that the other party could communicate with Shiraki Cheng without changing his expression is even more astonishing in terms of physical abilities!

Hao Angsheng couldn't help but recall, "Ever since that night in the dome, when he gave me the victory and was then defeated by Yujiro, my older brother hasn't played a match again."

"However, despite this, he never stopped training for a single day, and even doubled his training volume."

"The current leader is a completely different person compared to that night in the elimination rounds!"

Hao Angsheng paused, then chuckled softly, "And so am I..."

"..."

After finishing the impromptu workout, Hao Hongye wrote down the medical instructions and handed them to Bai Mucheng.

During this time, Hao Hongye also noticed that Bai Mucheng was often lost in thought, clearly troubled and confused.

Hao Hongye asked curiously, "What are you thinking about?"

Shiramu Cheng responded bluntly, "How can I beat you?"

Have you thought of it?

"No."

"..."

The two stared at each other for a few seconds, then burst into laughter, patting each other on the back.

……

……

Not long after, the Hao brothers left the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall.

On the way home, Hao Angsheng recalled Bai Mucheng's answer and sighed with a smile, "What a frank guy. It seems that you have the advantage, brother."

Hao Hongye corrected, "Just now—I'm stronger."

Hao Angsheng was somewhat surprised.

Kou Hongye laughed and said, "After losing to Hanma Baki, I started to seriously think about 'battle' and I will no longer underestimate any fighter."

"The instincts of those who crave battle are indeed beyond my comprehension..."

"Therefore, I can say with certainty that Shiraki on the day of the match will be even stronger than we have seen today!"

At this point, Hao Hongye smiled, her eyes crinkling with anticipation.

"Angsheng, I can't hold back any longer..."

"Only an opponent like that can allow me to demonstrate further research results. Don't you want to see it for yourself?"

Chapter 140 You're amazing!

Two more days have passed since the Hao brothers visited.

The challenge from Hao Hongye has yet to arrive.

Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall, outdoor courtyard.

Shiraki Takamasa and Zangief's ink-wash-like phantom were doing their daily muscle training, having reached the penultimate exercise before exhaustion—

Single-leg squat!

To complete this movement, you not only need strong leg muscles, but also need to maintain overall body stability, thus also exercising your core muscles.

Zangief is 214cm tall and weighs 181kg, making him a true monster-level strongman. However, his single-leg squat is very standard, and he can even jump between his left and right legs!

Bai Mucheng had already practiced his legs several times, but his physical strength was waning, and his movements were becoming increasingly unstable. After a few attempts, he almost fell, unable to squat down no matter what he tried.

Noticing this, Zangief stopped what he was doing and turned to look at Shiraki.

Don't give up, you can do it! With practice, you'll definitely succeed!

Shiramu gritted his teeth and tried again, even spreading his arms to maintain his balance, but he still swayed left and right and couldn't squat steadily no matter what he did.

Seeing this, Zangief stomped his foot, turned to Bai Mucheng, and shouted.

{Push harder! Push harder!}

While Shiraki was still adjusting, Zangief was already encouraging him, saying, "See? You can do it!"

The massive [Red Whirlwind] crouched down, keeping a close eye on Bai Mucheng's leg muscles, constantly monitoring his exertion, while simultaneously slamming its fist into the ground.

Hey! Get ready! Crouch down! Then stand up!

As soon as Bai Mucheng squatted down, all his muscles were almost exhausted, and he couldn't stand up no matter how hard he tried.

Zangief raised his hand in encouragement, {Good, raise it a little higher!}

{Lifting it up means good things are coming!}

The ink surged and billowed, and Zangief slammed his fist on the ground, roaring, "Charge—!"

"drink--!"

With a mighty effort, Bai Mucheng successfully completed a single-leg squat.

Zangief was overjoyed at the sight, and with a large wave of his hand, he slapped the white wooden support on the back, exclaiming, "Excellent!"

Bai Mucheng staggered after being hit, but then felt a sense of relief. He had found the right way to exert force and also pushed his physical limits.

He tried a single-leg squat again, and the movement was much smoother than before; he was already able to do a set.

But before Shiraki could even rejoice for a few seconds, Zangief pointed to the dumbbells on the ground and beckoned, "Next set, carry these with you as weights; they're yours for the taking!"

Shiramu Cheng: "..."

Under Zangief's ardent gaze, Shiraki picked up the dumbbells and began his final set of training.

Extreme weighted dumbbell single-leg squat!

It must be said that Zangief is indeed a muscle expert, and he immediately found the optimal load that the white wood could withstand.

But leg training is really tiring.

{…}

Seeing his disciple working so hard, Jamie raised the ink-painted wine jug and took a big gulp to cheer Bai Mucheng on.

Long, standing beside him, crossed his arms and gazed into the distance.

Jamie draped his arm over Ron's shoulder. "Speaking of which, aren't you going to offer some pointers?"

Long shook his head. "Zangief's training focuses on physical conditioning, and we've taught him the techniques; that's enough. How he specifically fights is up to him."

After all, he is our disciple, not an imitator.

Long smiled faintly. {I want to see him unleash his own unique power.}

……

……

Zangief's hellish training has come to a temporary end.

He noticed that Bai Mucheng was confused, so he patted Bai Mucheng on the back a few times, urging him to go out for a walk, clear his mind, and find some ideas.

Shiraki then went out for a stroll, wandering around the nearby streets.

As they walked, they came to a secluded bridgehead nearby, which was also one of the gathering places for local thugs.

At that moment, five or six thugs, some standing and some squatting, were gathered at the base of the wall, smoking and occasionally bursting into laughter.

They spotted Shiraki passing by and, having nothing better to do, taunted him, "Hey buddy, you're pretty strong! Got any money in your pocket? Want to treat us to some fun in Shinjuku?"

"..."

Wu Fengshui had probably been commissioned to kill someone again, and Bai Mucheng was worried that no one would talk to him.

So he stopped and looked at the group of thugs. "I have a question for you. Do you know how to fight?"

"what?"

The leader of the thugs raised an eyebrow, smoothed his pompadour, and took a few steps toward Bai Mucheng. "Hey buddy, what you're saying is dangerous, you know?"

"It seems so."

Bai Mucheng looked serious, as if talking to himself, "So, if you encounter someone several times stronger than yourself, how would you fight?"

The leader of the thugs was furious. His eyes widened and bloodshot. He raised his hand and punched Bai Mucheng. "You bastard, are you looking down on me?!"