Super Fighting Tokyo.

After glancing at it a few times, Gaolang couldn't resist any longer and got up to go to Shiramu Cheng's side.

"Although I can't give you any reference for my Muay Thai, I can still tell you a few 'training tips'."

Gaolang patted the sandbag and pointed to several points.

"Compared to other stand-up fighting styles, Muay Thai is very 'sharp,' so the equipment used for training wears out very quickly."

"Therefore, it's best to add an extra layer of protection to these areas, which will also help you find your rhythm more quickly."

"Also, be careful with your footing, pay attention to the curvature of your knees to prevent sprains..."

Gaolang explained things in great detail, and even though it was just the basics, it wasn't boring to listen to. As a result, Retsu Kaioh and Katsumi Guji were also attracted and came over to listen.

……

……

Not far away, King Larma XIII leaned against a cushion, smiling as he watched the fighters chatting.

"It's really beautiful."

Larma gently touched the ground, which was not shiny and new, but covered with countless scratches of various sizes, as well as many traces of repairs.

“These are all traces of the dreams of the disciples of the Divine Heart Society—those warriors.”

He looked at the guards beside him and said, "It will probably be a while before the event ends. Sit down and rest for a bit. No need to stand on ceremony."

Just as the guards on either side sat down, they heard Lamar's sigh.

“I am very happy because Gaolang has finally met warriors who are just as thirsty as he is.”

Upon hearing this, the guards exchanged bewildered glances. "Is...is that so..."

Lalma smiled. "What? Why do you doubt me?"

A veteran guard couldn't help but cough twice. "Your Majesty, you said that 'Gaolang' is insatiable? We really can't imagine it."

"Indeed, Mr. Gaolang and the other three are all qualified fighters, and they all possess extraordinary fighting spirit."

"But at the same time, they are all top-notch individuals with extraordinary self-control."

The guard muttered in confusion, "They can endure unusually high-intensity special training, so how could they not control their fighting spirit?"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Larma smiled faintly, "What you're saying is really just a superficial understanding."

The guard was taken aback.

Lalma narrowed his eyes. "Whether it's Gaolang, a martial artist, or a karate master—these top-tier figures are not as you describe them."

"The killing instinct that dwells in their hearts is not so easy to suppress."

To put it bluntly, it's just that I'm itching to show off my skills.

"What will these warriors, who are extremely eager to show their skills, do?"

"Of course, it's about 'seeking out formidable rivals'!"

Lamar rested his chin on his hand. "So, I'm very happy to be invited to participate in this competition and give Gaolang a 'stage' to relieve his itch to show off his skills."

"..."

Upon hearing this, the guards suddenly realized what was happening and immediately echoed their agreement.

However, Lamar didn't finish what he was saying.

Or rather, even if it were explained, those "non-combatant" guards wouldn't be able to fully understand it, and it would only increase their frustration.

"..."

As Gaolang himself said, Lamar could also see it—

Shiraki's "Tao" is different from that of Gaolang.

From the perspective mentioned earlier, Shiraki Sei, who has mastered a large number of fighting techniques, may face the same "itch to practice" problem as Gaolang!

If one continues to improve, the urge to hone one's skills will gradually intensify, eventually becoming difficult to suppress.

How will Shiraki Cheng face this?

"I have heard that even in this era, there are still practical masters who insist on practicing ancient battlefield jujitsu and have mastered a lot of skills and knowledge that cannot be revealed in the light of day."

"Unwilling to relinquish any weapon, constantly refining his skills, and relentlessly studying martial arts, the sheer number of techniques he mastered can only be described as tragic..."

"That kind of person is perhaps similar to Shiraki."

"--but."

Lalma changed the subject, muttering to himself, "It's too early to think about these things now. After all, there are still many powerful fighters. Maybe Gaolang can give him the answer? I'm very confident."

"Let's just watch it to the end, for now..."

"Everyone—!"

Larma glanced at his phone, then raised his hand and suggested, "My old friend recommended a restaurant. How about we order sushi delivery tonight? It'll be my treat."

While others felt it would be impolite to refuse, Gaolang felt that His Majesty had been too polite lately.

"It's nothing, it's just a small amount of money. Besides, it was a shop recommended by Katahara Metsudo, so I had to give it a try!"

Lamar waved his hands repeatedly.

Gaolang was helpless and was about to call the others to follow when he suddenly heard a muffled thud behind him.

boom!

He was all too familiar with that sound; it was the sound of a whip kick hitting a sandbag.

—And it's a Muay Thai sweep kick!

Not only was it incredibly powerful, but it was also brimming with murderous intent, and even contained some of its own interpretation.

Gaolang turned around and looked at Shiraki Cheng, whose signature dead fish eyes had just kicked out.

Bai Mucheng raised his arms and pulled his legs back, his whole body twitching slightly, his eyes brimming with fervor and joy.

"Great, fantastic!"

He turned his head and raised his hand to Gaolang, who raised his hand in a daze, still not recovered from his previous astonishment.

Snapped!

The two palms clapping together produced a pleasant, crisp sound.

"Haha, this is so much fun!"

Bai Mucheng draped his right elbow over Lie Haiwang's shoulder, patted Yuji Katsumi with his other hand, and grinned, "Let's go eat!"

Chapter 195 The Fluctuation of Killing Intent

As a "God of Fighting," Gaolang saw that their "paths" were different, and therefore refused to demonstrate Muay Thai to Shiraki.

As a friend—even though they had just met—Gao Lang didn't mind introducing Shiraki Cheng to some basic Muay Thai knowledge.

Examples include the specifications of training sandbags, special equipment, and the methods of bandaging the hands and feet, and so on...

Therefore, the next day, some Muay Thai training equipment was added to the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall.

It includes upright heavy sandbags filled with sand and fixed upright targets, specifically designed for single-person continuous hitting training to improve attack frequency and endurance.

……

……

Early morning.

After his run, Bai Mucheng returned to the Douhun Martial Arts Hall for breakfast and remarked that the food was quite delicious.

Maruk was in charge of cooking today's meals. His injuries from being beaten by Spek had mostly healed, so Maruk increased his training intensity.

"Maruk must become stronger, so strong that none of the people Maruk likes will be in danger!"

With this determination, he started doing dumbbell squats, working up a sweat.

"..."

After digesting his food, Shiraki glanced at Maruk and then began his own training for the day.

Project – Muay Thai!

The day before yesterday at the Shinshin Hall, Shiraki Sei delivered a roundhouse kick, which, according to Gao Lang, was "very much in the style of Muay Thai."

After two days and two nights of deep thought, Bai Mucheng finally gained some insights.

It truly deserves its reputation as one of the most famous fighting techniques, even being called the "strongest standing fighting style," and it's quite interesting to think about.

However, along with this "fun" comes an undeniable sense of oppression.

As time went on, the sense of oppression grew stronger and stronger, to the point that Bai Mucheng could hardly breathe. He could only hold onto the sandbag with one hand and gasp for breath with all his might!

"What exactly is this...?"

Bai Mucheng suddenly felt darkness before his eyes; it turned out that a shadow was looming over him.

He turned his head and saw countless ink washes surging, outlining a burly and robust giant, who was standing with his arms crossed, looking down at him.

Height: 226cm; Weight: 139kg!

The skin is wheat-colored, the muscles are well-defined, the core muscles are strong, and the deltoid, latissimus dorsi, and leg muscles are equally well-developed.

His body was covered in calluses and scars, and there was a prominent, diagonal scar running across his chest.

He was bald, wore an eye patch over his right eye, and had a sharp gaze in his left eye, with the pupil almost invisible, making him appear even more menacing and ferocious.

A tiger skin was draped over his shoulders, and coarse cloth sandbags were tightly wrapped around his forearms and ankles.

Its name—

Sagat!

The "Emperor" of Muay Thai was once a member of a large criminal organization, but he has since left and embarked on a solitary path of self-discipline.