Super Fighting Tokyo.

Its style adheres to the "long reach and strong core" of Muay Thai fighters, and its destructive power is unparalleled throughout history, standing tall like an indestructible high wall!

"Um……"

Shiraki Cheng, with one hand on the sandbag and the other on his knee, turned to look at Sagat and managed a weak laugh under the intense pressure.

"Ha ha!"

{…}

Sagat remained silent and took a couple of steps away.

Before him, ink lines surged, outlining a thick, horizontally lying tree trunk, at least two meters in diameter.

Sagat bent down, lifted the thick tree trunk upright, and gently placed it on the ground.

{snort……}

He snorted coldly.

Sagat raised his arms, pulled them back to their limit, and then relaxed them forward.

Two huge fists were clenched, thick arms were raised, elbows were bent at an angle, the left forearm was almost perpendicular to the ground, and the right arm was slightly extended forward.

With the torso slightly leaning forward and the head tilted forward, the "three-palace step" basic structure is adopted, with the center of gravity shifting to the back leg and the front foot lightly touching the ground, presenting a very strong aggressiveness.

Undoubtedly, this is the iconic fighting stance of Muay Thai!

{…}

Sagat stood in this pose before the massive tree trunk, and in the instant the painting was completed, it seemed as if the air itself stood still, and even the surging ink seemed to freeze.

boom!

Sagat pushed off the ground with his right foot, unleashing a powerful low sweeping side kick that struck the thick tree trunk, sending it spinning high into the air.

In the instant the tree trunk fell, Sagat pushed off the ground with his feet, clenched his right fist and pulled it back, striking upwards with all his might, his giant fist hitting the very center of the tree trunk.

boom!

In an instant, the hard tree trunk shattered into pieces, as if a tornado had swept through, and countless pieces of wood chips scattered everywhere.

Splash...

Wood chips and debris fell one after another, like a heavy rain, pelting the white wooden support.

This move is called: [Fierce Tiger Rising Dragon Break]!

After being defeated by Ryu's Shoryuken, Sagat practiced his own Shoryuken under a rushing waterfall, and finally, in the process of resisting the force of the waterfall, this punch, which can be described as "explosive", was born.

{…}

After Sagat landed his punch, he glanced at Shiraki Sei without saying a word, and continued throwing punches, elbows, knees, and sweeping kicks...

With each move, thick ink was splashed out, almost suffocating Bai Mucheng!

"……good!"

Shiraki Cheng gritted his teeth and stood up straight, learning the Muay Thai stance, punching and kicking at the sandbag in front of him, gradually understanding Sagat's movements.

Four hours passed just like that.

Shiramu Cheng's striking motions continued relentlessly. By this time, he was already drenched in sweat, his pupils were even starting to swell, and the brand-new sandbag was already covered in wounds.

{…}

Seeing this, Sagat, who was throwing punches alongside Shiraki, finally stopped and uttered a heavy whisper.

{Hmph, so it can actually keep up with my movements? That's good.}

I have witnessed your will.

But don't treat me like your master.

{I am merely responding to your desire to become stronger, as a fighter and as an emperor.}

{continue!}

A loud shout jolted Bai Mucheng out of his daze, and his almost exhausted body started moving again.

Bang bang bang!

Punches, kicks, knees, elbows—the blows never stop.

Sweat soaked his feet and even the broken sandbags were stained with several marks.

"Huh...huh..."

Heavy breathing echoed in the training room.

Even so, Shiraki Sei has only just grasped the basics of Muay Thai style, and he still can't find the feeling to go any further.

Sagat continued training with Shiraki, while whispers could be heard from the sidelines.

There are thousands upon thousands of people in the world who are better than you...

Do you have the courage to treat them as rivals?

The stronger the opponent, the better.

{Fighting is about constantly challenging those stronger than yourself; a fight without this spirit is meaningless!}

{…}

boom!

Shiraki Cheng became more and more enthusiastic and happier as the fight progressed.

As he continued his movements, Shiramu Cheng's attacks became increasingly fierce, even scraping his skin with force and leaving bright red bloodstains on the sandbag.

His radical appearance even scared away Maruk, who had come to invite Shiraki to dinner.

{Hmph, that brat's pretty sharp!}

Sagat then stopped his movements, and after Shiraki Cheng kicked again, he placed his large hand on Shiraki Cheng's shoulder.

His tall figure looked down at Bai Mucheng, gazing into the other's exhausted yet bloodshot eyes.

Can you feel it?

{Perhaps it's due to the inherent characteristics of Muay Thai, coupled with your own improvement, in short...}

The overwhelming urge you feel is "killing intent."

{It's not some vague superpower, but rather a state of mind born from the journey of self-cultivation.}

Sagat clenched his fist and gently supported Shiraki with his other hand.

{All battles and power...}

Ultimately, it all points to one result—ending the life of the opponent before them.

Those who truly strive for strength must ultimately confront this realization.

This kind of awareness is called "the wave of killing intent"!

Making you aware of this is the first step in my 'response' to you.

Sagat slowly paced, parting the surging ink around him, then turned to look at Shiramu Cheng.

How will you face this?

As far as I know, there is one fighter who understands the essence of this matter better than anyone else.

{……snort!}

Sagat turned his head and snorted, gesturing towards the view outside the French windows to Shiraki Cheng—

In the courtyard bathed in the afternoon sun, a burly figure draped in a cassock sat cross-legged, meditating under the shade of a tree.

He's already waiting for you; you should ask him for advice.

……

……

Long had been waiting for a long time.

Chapter 196 The Privileges of Disciples

There is a big tree on the street outside the courtyard wall.

The bright afternoon sun, partially blocked by the leaves, fell on the courtyard of the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall, creating dappled light and shadow.

In this interplay of light and shadow, countless ink lines surge and ripple, outlining a silhouette of a figure sitting cross-legged in meditation, with a long red ribbon tied around its forehead.

A gentle breeze blew by, causing the ends of the ribbons to sway and create shimmering, ethereal lines...

Long had been waiting for a long time.

{…}

Compared to the tranquility of the courtyard, the atmosphere in the training room inside seemed somewhat chaotic.

The floor was covered with puddles of sweat and scattered bits of fiber.

The sandbags that were brand new just a few hours ago are now tattered and covered in sweat and bloodstains.

Inside the room, Bai Mucheng was exhausted from training, panting heavily, and the bandages on his limbs were soaked with sweat.

In terms of physical exertion alone, Bai Mucheng at this moment was no less than someone who had just gone through a life-or-death battle!

But looking at Ryu in the courtyard, Shiramu Cheng couldn't help but grin and utter a happy yet hoarse whisper:

"Great, fantastic..."

He took a slow step, but almost stumbled and fell.

All engines are running!

His pupils trembled violently, and blood vessels spread across his eyeballs like chains.

Driven by a strong will, Bai Mucheng squeezed out the last bit of strength he had left to push open the door and step into the courtyard.