Super Fighting Tokyo.

That is Zangief's "form," a form of "hard qigong" born from his proud muscles!

Swish!

Zangief's heavy punch landed squarely on Shiraki Sei's face.

boom!!!

With a loud bang, Bai Mucheng was instantly sent flying backward, crashing heavily into the wall behind him, shattering a large section of bricks, and embedding himself in the wall.

"..."

Pfft!

Bai Mucheng lay sprawled on the ground, panting heavily, his body drenched in sweat.

That's the feeling!

In order to participate in the upcoming actual combat, he not only needs to train his body and moves, but also must cultivate his "form"!

For example, Ryu's "wave" or Zangief's "hard qigong"...

That was the essence and crystallization of their skills, which permeated their very being!

The so-called "type" is not the sequence of bodily movements—such a rigid thing.

The key is to find the body movements required by the "move" and explore the ideal answer to meet the requirements of the "move" for body movements!

Currently, the only clue that Shiramu Cheng possesses is the [Extreme Strike] technique that he vaguely gleaned during his battle with Hao Hongye.

What exactly is the "extreme strike" form? And on what "way" does it lie?

You must grasp the techniques that can be applied in actual combat!

"..."

However, before investigating this point, Shiraki Cheng should apologize.

The workers gathered around because of the loud noise.

Looking at the brick wall that had just been repaired last night—now one side was broken—they were immediately furious and started lecturing Bai Mucheng.

"Hey buddy, even though you're the employer, at least show some respect for our hard work!"

"..."

Shiramu Cheng was quite embarrassed, and his face turned a little red.

Chapter 157 Over 36 Trillion!

Bai Mucheng enjoys exercising, but he is not a cultivation fanatic in the traditional sense.

In his view, exercise is not limited to techniques or muscles; it can be seen everywhere in daily life.

Just as "Long" said—

{Interesting things will always happen during your travels and spiritual practice.}

{Things created by people who grow up in different environments...}

{Food, music, art, relics, architecture, artifacts, and different values.}

{Of course, there's also martial arts!}

After encountering these people, I couldn't help but feel moved; there are truly many people in this world who are working hard for their careers.

I found it very interesting, and at the same time, I don't know why, I also felt very joyful and fulfilled.

"..."

Therefore, Bai Mucheng felt quite guilty about destroying the workers' hard work, after all, it was their hard work.

Bai Mucheng sincerely apologized and promised to have the repairmen fix it again if it broke in the future.

The workers hesitated for a moment, then gave up and began repairing the smashed exterior wall.

Continue exercising.

……

……

Around noon, more visitors arrived.

The exclusive fighter of Guhai Pharmaceuticals, Wakatsuki Samurai, carried a medicine box filled with the drugs ordered by Shiraki Cheng.

Anne Sakurai stepped forward and took it.

She and the samurai turned around and saw Shiraki Sei practicing hitting a sandbag in an open space not far away.

call out!

shhhhh!

Punch after punch, footwork, each punch heavier than the last, with occasional simulated dodges.

"Drink, ah..."

Shiraki Sei's form gradually heated up, and the force of his strikes became increasingly fierce.

He attacked with both hands, unleashing a rapid barrage of heavy punches.

Bang bang bang!

Until the very last strike, he pulled his right fist back to its limit and swung it forward with all his might.

The ultimate technique—

[Luke O Evaporation Order]!

boom! ! !

"Drink!"

With a single punch, he sent the 150kg sandbag, reinforced to the ground, flying back more than ten meters before crashing heavily into the outer wall not far away.

Looking in the direction the sandbags flew out, you can see six or seven more identical sandbags lying haphazardly on the inside of the wall, clearly all of them having been hit.

"..."

Wakatsuki raised an eyebrow. "That move was the finishing move that defeated Kou Momiji, wasn't it? It was a fierce blow, but Shiraki doesn't seem satisfied?"

"Indeed, he's been playing like this all morning."

Sakurai Anne opened the medicine box, organized her "arms," ​​and suddenly felt that life was wonderful.

She suddenly noticed that the Wakatsuki samurai was staring intently at Shiraki's training, and couldn't help but feel curious.

"I remember you have a 'superhuman' physique with 52 times the muscle fiber density, right?"

"With a physique like yours, capable of easily shattering rocks, why would you be interested in 'striking drills'? Do you even need to do striking training?"

"..."

Wakatsuki nodded. "Of course, a fighter can't do without striking training."

"When it comes to throwing punches, the 'big novice' is usually more powerful than the 'skinny professional'."

"This is the secret of striking."

He clenched his fist and explained, "Control of the body, understanding of how to exert force, and even fighting spirit and state of mind are all factors that affect the power of a strike."

"If you only rely on your physical strength, you will be at a great disadvantage in battle."

"And what Shiraki is training—I think—is some kind of specialized 'striking style'."

"..."

……

Bai Mucheng's training has come to a temporary end, and the eight heavy sandbags that were knocked away are being put back in place one by one.

Afterwards, he went to prepare with Arisa to have a simple lunch with the visitors.

"Hey! Cheng~!"

At a call, Mitsuyo Muishi suddenly appeared, arriving right on time to freeload a meal.

He guessed that his apprentice, Imai Kosou, had gone to fight in a boxing match, leaving him alone at the Koishi Dojo, which made him quite lonely and bored.

"Hmm? So it's Imai's master."

Takeshi Wakatsuki and Kosou are good friends, so he also knows Mitsuyo Koishi.

As the samurai helped distribute the bowls and chopsticks, he asked Koishi, "Aren't you going to watch Imai's match?"

“I am his teacher, not his guardian.”

Mushi stretched and said, "Besides, this is just a regular Kengan match. The opponent is very weak. It's just a warm-up before the real battle."

"...Is it very weak?"

Wakatsuki muttered a few words and said in a deep voice, "But if it's the rules of the 'Kengan Zemei Street Championship,' the situation might be different."

"Oh?"

Mitsuyoshi Muishi raised an eyebrow, wanting to hear the opinion of this "most senior fighter".

Takeshi Wakatsuki admitted, "Unlike traditional Kengan matches, this time the rules are more inclined towards street fighting, and you can even go to the referee to register the results 'after the match'."

"In this way, there is a lot of room for maneuver, both during and before and after the battle."

"It's even possible that some companies would hire multiple fighters, and only one of them needs to win; that's also a form of strength."

"In addition, there will inevitably be 'free agents' who break in and engage in experimental combat!"

"Or, those who are skilled in assassination may choose terrain and tactics that are advantageous to them, and many people's performance may be unexpected."

At this point, Takeshi Wakatsuki suddenly picked up a glass and made a "smashing" gesture.

"If an opponent lays broken glass on the ground, Imai's 'ground technique' will be difficult to execute, and his performance will be greatly limited."

"..."