Super Fighting Tokyo.

"Eh~~~"

Since his disciple wasn't around, Mu Shi didn't bother putting on airs and laughed, "It sounds terrifying, but Xiao Yuzhou chose his own path, so as long as he doesn't regret it."

Wakatsuki nodded. "Indeed."

The two chatted about their recent experiences.

Meanwhile, Bai Mucheng ate his food casually, his eyes glazed over, still thinking about the practice he had just done.

What exactly is 【打之极】?

"..."

Seeing this, You Sha helped her older brother pick up some food and reminded him, "Brother, concentrate."

Bai Mucheng was taken aback. "Am I not concentrating?"

Arisa countered, "Focus on eating? Or focus on practicing?"

Bai Mucheng was about to answer when he suddenly stopped speaking.

"concentrate……"

He thought for a long time, then suddenly remembered something and began to eat his food with gusto.

……

……

After the meal, everyone continued chatting and doing their usual exercise.

After resting for a while, Shiramu Cheng stood in front of a sandbag again.

This time, however, he did not rush to strike. Instead, he quietly assumed a fighting stance, closed his eyes to feel himself, and tried to adjust the subtle movements.

And so, time passed by, minute by minute, and several hours flew by.

The sun is setting in the west, and it's getting late.

Shiramu Cheng's movements remained unchanged, but due to the continuous exertion and adjustment of his body, beads of sweat appeared, and he eventually became drenched in sweat.

The ink flowed and surged, and several figures stood beside it.

The masters were also curious about what their disciple's "one of the forms" would be.

"..."

Bai Mucheng's breathing remained steady, while his mind raced.

His training wasn't simply about practicing moves or building muscle; that wasn't Bai Mucheng's style.

For Bai Mucheng, "everything" can be the starting point for "cultivation".

Just like painters and writers, they suddenly discover something in their daily lives, and then they are inspired and overjoyed.

"..."

concentrate……

Bai Mucheng placed his right fist behind him, and his stance became increasingly stable.

Not good enough, not focused enough.

Even with the engine slightly turned up and consciousness running wild, completely abandoning the body's "unconsciousness," there are still moments when the mind wanders.

Where exactly is it?

Limbs, joints, muscles...

These are all good.

But the internal organs aren't focused enough!

Saliva is still secreting in the mouth, food residue remains in the stomach, and even sweat is still appearing on the skin...

Of course, if it is something that is beneficial to "striking down", then it should never be abandoned.

For example, you need to be able to see the target, smell or touch to avoid danger, and breathe to maintain life. But you also need to be focused.

Just like when he fought Hao Hongye to the very end and was pushed to his limit by that superhuman body.

To be able to deliver the next punch, I'll give it my all!

That is the ultimate strike!

Originating from the limbs? Originating from the muscles? Originating from the bones?

no!

Shiraki realized the true origin of the fist he threw at that moment—the fist that made Kokoro mistakenly believe her left arm had exploded…

It's your own "cells"!

His punch at that moment was the collective wish of over 36 trillion human cells in his body!

Only by focusing on the cellular level can we fully utilize the body.

Everything that makes up blood, bones, and flesh!

Over 36 trillion cells, in the instant of throwing a punch, act entirely according to the brain's conscious command—

Use your whole body...

Use all your strength...

This is a combined attack from over 36 trillion cells!

Bai Mucheng pushed off the ground, shattered the ground with one foot, and unleashed a powerful punch.

[Engine Extremely Powerful]!!!

Ode!

From lunchtime until evening, Shiraki Cheng threw his first punch in several hours, hitting the sandbag in front of him!

boom!!!

The high-grade sandbags exploded like fireworks.

A deafening roar, like an earthquake, erupted and spread, echoing through the night...

Chapter 158 Introduction and Completion

Boom!

A powerful, muffled thud exploded in the last rays of the setting sun.

For a moment, even the neighbors in the vicinity were startled by the loud noise.

"A car accident?!"

"Oh?! A gas explosion!?"

"Hey, be careful!"

"Go check if anyone needs help."

"..."

The riot lasted for quite some time, but the neighbors couldn't find the source of the disturbance, and there was no sound of ambulances or fire trucks, so they eventually had to give up.

Meanwhile, everyone inside the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall was also startled by the loud noise.

At first glance, it sounds like Shiraki Cheng is setting off fireworks in the backyard, but upon closer inspection, it's impossible.

So what exactly is it?

Arisa, Wu Fengshui, Sakurai Anzu, Wakatsuki Samurai, Kureishi Mitsuyo——

The five people rushed out in a few steps, turned a corner of the house, and went to the practice area. They all opened their eyes wide at once.

The open space was a mess, with scraps of cloth from the sandbag filling scattered all over the ground.

Bai Mucheng maintained his fist-throwing stance, with visible beads of sweat on his body, and was panting heavily.

At his feet—before the short tire tracks—lies a broken "base," on which the 150kg sandbag that should have been a single piece has long since disappeared.

"What exactly is this...?"

Samurai Wakatsuki paused.

With his "superhuman physique," it was easy for him to punch a 150kg sandbag away, which was not surprising.

In fact, Shiraki Sei had been able to "knock the sandbag away" during his previous practice sessions.

The key point is that the "base," which serves as the counterweight for the sandbag, only moves back slightly when it is not secured.

Meanwhile, the sandbag on the base exploded like a summer firework!

Just like "splitting a feather with a knife" versus "splitting a feather with a knife," an unsecured feather drifts in the wind and will not be hurt by a sharp blade.

To smash a sandbag without knocking off its unsecured base, it's impossible to do it with just "great strength".

Speed, accuracy, and force are all indispensable, and its difficulty is not on the same level as "hitting a sandbag"!

"Whoa!"

Mitsuyo Koishi stepped forward, placing his hand on Takeshi Wakatsuki's shoulder, his eyes already shining. "Hey, what exactly was that move Cheng used?!"

"..."

Bai Mucheng paused for a few seconds, snapping out of his daze, and turned to look at the crowd not far away.

"Gentlemen."

Shiraki's clenched right fist trembled slightly, and several muscles in his body were still exerting force, making his posture appear somewhat unnatural.

He wiped the sweat from his face and couldn't help but sigh.

"Although we often say that we should concentrate on whatever we do, it's really incredibly difficult to actually accomplish that..."

"..."