Super Fighting Tokyo.

"candy……"

"..."

Everyone was stunned for a moment upon hearing Dorian's words, but then they suddenly realized what he meant.

For Dorian, it was through continuous victories that he sustained his beliefs.

However, when he realized that he could not leave any opponents behind, and had never even won a single time, both his mind and heart chose to collapse, ultimately turning him into this childlike figure.

"..."

Retsukai walked slowly over, squatted down in front of Dorian, and put his hands on Dorian's shoulders.

“Brother Dorian…”

Looking at his former fellow disciple, Lie Haiwang couldn't help but shed tears, and softly comforted him, "I'll buy you a bunch of candy."

Dorian's eyes lit up as he looked at Retsu Kaioh, his face full of anticipation, "Re...really?!"

Retsu nods, "I'll buy you as much as you want, even if it's as big as a small mountain, it doesn't matter!"

"Really?!"

"Yes."

"Are you really going to buy it for me?!"

"um, yes."

"..."

……

Subsequently, the ambulance carrying Retsu Kaioh and Dorian, accompanied by the Metropolitan Police Department, drove away from the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall.

The road ahead is uncertain, but it is a rare opportunity that belongs to Dorian.

"..."

Looking at the mess, Shiraki shrugged and turned to talk to the others, but Yuji Doppo spoke first.

"Hmm, it's not comfortable staying here like this, I'm leaving now!"

After saying this, Du Bu left with Keji.

Gaolang and Larma XIII also departed from another direction.

Afterwards, accompanied by Qiaoxiang and his guards, Mie Tang greeted Bai Mucheng and left with a smile.

The rational person has also disappeared without anyone knowing when.

"..."

Looking at the suddenly deserted courtyard, Bai Mucheng was still a little unaccustomed to it. He turned to look for Wu Fengshui, but found that Wu Fengshui was also nowhere to be seen.

"...They've all left?"

Bai Mucheng paused, then shrugged helplessly.

That makes sense; everyone's tired tonight, so it's good for them to get some rest early.

Arisa and Maruk should still be staying at Garuda's house, in other words—only Shiraki Cheng is at the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall tonight.

"like……"

Bai Mucheng paused, a sense of loss washing over him.

Since he couldn't sleep anyway, he took advantage of the darkness to tidy up the messy street and exterior walls, intending to gather up the rubble first.

After working for more than half an hour, I broke out in a light sweat, which felt very comfortable.

suddenly--

call out!

A can of ice-cold beer was thrown from a distance and caught steadily in Bai Mucheng's hand.

Bai Mucheng looked up and saw that it was Wu Fengshui.

Did they leave and then return?

Just as he was wondering, Wu Fengshui raised his thumb and gestured behind him.

It turns out to be Doppo and Katsumi, Gaolang and Lamarma, Metsudo and Shoka, and even Rito.

Apart from Retsu Kaioh, who was guarding Dorian, everyone else had returned!

Most of them had changed into dry clothes, and some were carrying late-night snacks, suggesting they had met by chance in the neighborhood and then came together.

"……what?"

Shiramu Cheng held the can of ice-cold beer in his hand and blinked.

Before he could react, Wu Fengshui grabbed his neck with one arm, leaving Wu Fengshui somewhat puzzled.

"Shiraki-chan, didn't you take a shower or change your clothes?"

Wu Fengshui pinched his nose. "Didn't Uncle Du Bu say that it's not comfortable to just stay here like this? Of course, we need to take a shower and change our clothes."

Bai Mucheng then realized what was happening.

It turns out that the group left so quickly not to go home and rest, but to wash up first and then buy a lot of late-night snacks on the way back.

"Brother Bai Mu, you haven't misunderstood, have you?"

Dubu changed into casual clothes, held up a can of ice-cold beer, and casually joked, "We left too quickly, are you feeling lonely?"

To everyone's surprise, Bai Mucheng nodded and frankly admitted, "Yes, I just can't bear to part with you all. I feel that such an opportunity is rare and it would be a pity to waste it."

"..."

After saying that, without paying any attention to the stunned Dubu, Bai Mucheng turned around and went to wash up and change his clothes.

Doppo scratched his head. "Oh dear, this is really..."

After a fierce battle, the excitement is still lingering in the mind, making it impossible for anyone to sleep peacefully. At this time, a gathering to relax is the perfect way to unwind.

When they came to their senses, everyone was already drinking heartily!

Working through the night.

Under those lights that resembled little "candies"...

……

……

The next day, early in the morning.

Arisa and Maruk returned home together to find the place in a mess, with traces of the previous battle and remnants of the subsequent party.

Clearly, everyone ate and drank to their hearts' content, enjoying themselves until the early hours of the morning before finally stopping.

The guards took turns keeping watch, the fighters rested on the ground, and Miedang, Lamar, and Shexiang slept on the floor in the martial arts hall.

Maruk scratched his head. "Wow, this is a mess! It'll take a while to clean up..."

Yusa, however, stood with her hands on her hips, seemingly unconcerned. "It's great, this feeling is not bad."

Maruk was puzzled.

Yusa stretched and explained to Maruk with a smile, "The house can be cleaned anytime, but gatherings like this are rare. We're lucky to have this opportunity, right?"

Chapter 221 Souvenirs

Shiraki Shō's younger sister, Sakurai Arisa.

Her unique optimism amazed even great figures like Katahara Metsudo, King Larma XIII, and even the "Man of the Divine Realm," Akagi Shigeru.

Being with her is often very enjoyable because "good things" always seem to happen.

"..."

After saying "Good morning" to the guards, Arisa contacted the resident physician of the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Academy, Sakurai Anne, and asked her to come and check on her again.

As dawn broke, everyone woke up one by one.

After a second examination by Anne Sakurai, the injured were found to be in good health, and most of them only needed simple treatment and then rest.

Meanwhile, the guards of Katahara Mitsudo also used the kitchen of the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall to prepare breakfast for everyone.

……

……

After breakfast, while digesting.

With nothing else to do, the group went into the three-story building in the courtyard to tour the interior of the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall.

Led by the martial arts school owner, Shiraki Sei, they chatted and laughed all the way.

In terms of scale, this place certainly doesn't have the grandeur of the nine-story "Shinshin-kai Headquarters," but the details are quite well done, and you can see Shiraki Cheng's enthusiasm.

"Whoa!"

Upon entering the corridor, Dobu immediately spotted his autographed photo—the one he had given to Shiramu Cheng back at the water park.

"The frame is nice! I should have chosen a more handsome photo..."

"..."

Not far away, King Larma XIII, also in high spirits, was visiting other decorations accompanied by Gaoran.

"Is this Tokugawa Mitsunari's folding fan? It even has the Tokugawa family crest on it. It seems he really likes Shiraki-kun."

"Huh? What's this...?"

Lalma noticed a thick, twisted iron plate at the corner of the stairs, with a conspicuous fist mark on it.

As Yusa explained its origins, Lalma nodded in understanding.

"I see. I've heard of that 'Tiger' before. He has a 'superhuman physique' with 52 times the muscle fiber density. That punch was truly spectacular."