Super Fighting Tokyo.

"Yes, I've heard of it. I thought it was just some kind of urban legend."

Bai Mucheng took the contract and looked through it.

It must be admitted that compared to the intimidation and extortion of thugs, financial groups like Di'ai Group, which operate in both legal and illegal ways, are the ones that can truly make big money.

It possesses both illegal force and the backing of legitimate banks.

As long as the debtor is still in this "society", and still has "attachments" and "desires", there is absolutely no possibility of them giving up and defaulting on their debts. They can only be gradually exploited and eroded!

His younger sister, Sakurai Arisa, is still in school, and he doesn't want to sell the dojo property left by his grandfather. Therefore, Shiraki needs time to consider his next step, and this opportunity is just right.

In addition, he is also very interested in the "Kengan Tournament".

"..."

Seeing that Bai Mucheng agreed so readily, the leader of the Canchi Group felt a little guilty, fearing that the other party might try some tricks.

"You rascal, don't even think about any tricks!"

As he spoke, the leader clenched his fist and waved it in front of Bai Mucheng, the threat obvious.

However, Bai Mucheng remained calm.

He had just faced "Long's" fist head-on, and compared to that, the small-time boss in front of him was truly insignificant.

Even if the other party throws a punch right now, I can easily dodge it, then turn sideways and throw a punch to break their glasses and nose.

This kind of fighting is really boring.

Therefore, after signing the match contract, Shiraki Cheng recalled Ryu's punch again, and felt a burning impulse in his heart, thinking about how to dodge it.

Seeing Bai Mucheng start to space out again, the two debt collectors were puzzled, but the foreman was too lazy to care anymore.

"Ignore him, he's had his brain damaged in a fight!"

The gang leader cursed and muttered, leaving behind the words "See you three nights later" before departing with the two debt collectors.

……

……

The surroundings returned to calm, and Bai Mucheng stood alone in the same spot.

Before his eyes, Long's ink-wash phantom reappeared, even more solid than before, with even the folds on his taekwondo uniform outlined.

Swish!

Long threw another straight punch forward, the movement pleasing to the eye, with a near-perfect precision.

But this is from the perspective of "bystanders".

To Shiraki Sei, who was facing the punch head-on, it was a simple and unadorned action, but it was wrapped in an indescribable killing intent. He could almost see how the word "death" was written!

Dodge?

There's no escaping it!

Shiramu Cheng changed his stance and tried to dodge half a step to the side, but it was still too late. He was hit in the side of the face by Long's fist. In an instant, he felt half of his face being smashed and several of his teeth were knocked out!

Whoosh!

Bai Mucheng suddenly fell backward, knocking over a pile of debris, and covered his face, convulsing.

"spit……"

He pursed his lips, his face was fine, and his teeth weren't broken, but he did spit out a mouthful of bloody foam—proving the wonder of the human body.

Bai Mucheng lay on the ground, suddenly feeling a bit amused, and then he actually laughed out loud.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and as he laughed, he looked up at the sky, so happy that he couldn't help but pound the ground.

He never imagined that this day would come—

He recalled a bunch of seemingly plausible but ultimately unrelated things: Ryu's hallucinations punching him, his incurable boxing addiction being cured, the Teiai Group coming to collect debts, and having to fight underground fighters against Kengan fighters again...

Street Fighter, Kaiji, Kengan Ashura... what else could it be?

This world is so damn interesting!

Having just recovered from a serious illness, Bai Mucheng felt reborn. He accepted everything calmly and came to a realization—

He needs to live a more carefree life.

……

……

Luckily, no one was around, otherwise Shiramu Chengle would have given me the creeps.

Unable to calm down, Bai Mucheng went to the dilapidated warehouse and took out a standing sandbag covered with a thick layer of dust, which made people cough.

After Shiraki Cheng fell ill, these old training equipment could not be sold for money and were stored in the warehouse.

Place the sandbags on the open ground.

Shiraki stood still, getting into a fighting stance—a style with more variations compared to traditional karate.

Turn to the side and raise your shoulder, block with your forearm, and protect your chin with your back hand.

This was a completely subconscious action, or rather, it was forced into this position by "Illusion Ryu's" punch, making it more like Ryu's stance.

As a martial arts master, Ryu was giving him a sparring session, a rare opportunity. Shiraki Cheng naturally had to do his best to figure out how to dodge Ryu's "straight punch" and how to counterattack after dodging.

Swish! Swish...

The steps glided back and forth, light yet slightly hesitant.

After all, he had been ill for five years and was unable to train during that time, so it was normal for his skills and physical condition to decline significantly. He was no longer at the level of a near-professional player.

Bai Mucheng knew perfectly well that he was not some "greatest fighting genius in human history".

What we need to do now is to return from the "negative number" to the "starting point" before we can talk about moving forward!

call out!call out!

Punch after punch landed on the sandbag, and his muscles gradually warmed up.

No matter how hard Bai Mucheng tried to concentrate, Long's punch remained stuck in his mind, and no matter how many times he tried, he could not completely avoid it.

"call……"

He exhaled a breath of hot air.

Facing another identical straight punch from Ryu, Shiramu Cheng tried to crouch down to dodge, but the force of the punch made him lose his balance and almost fall to the ground.

The feeling of powerlessness turned into anxiety and anger. Shiraki regained his senses from his crouching position and threw an uppercut upwards.

boom!

The fist struck the sandbag, and with a "bang," the sandbag was sent flying off the ground and over the nearby wall.

"Huh...huh..."

Bai Mucheng only felt a numbness in his wrist, and he didn't feel much joy.

His punch was powerful enough, but the problem was that his "opponent" was not a sandbag standing still.

If you lose your balance while crouching in a real fight, then any ground fighting technique, front kick, roundhouse kick, or even a soccer kick could kill you!

"The moves fed by a martial arts master are truly difficult to decipher."

……

……

After resting for a while, Bai Mucheng went to wash the sweat off his head.

He pulled out his phone and searched randomly, trying to "re-understand" the world as much as possible, and then found some clues in the corners of certain forums—

A "god-like figure" who has dominated the underground mahjong scene for decades without a single defeat;

At the request of its members, the "Gambling Master" is a neutral organization that notarizes gambling games and is responsible for collecting bets.

The suddenly destroyed religious organization "Army of God";

Established under the leadership of a major conglomerate, the "Tokyo Dome Underground Fighting Arena" is a holy land that gathers fighters from all schools and sects.

Etc., etc……

These pieces of information are dubious and have even been categorized as unreliable urban legends.

However, based on his memory, Shiraki Cheng can basically conclude that these messages are true, but they are not known to the public!

……

……

"Ha ha……"

Lying back on the sofa in the open space, with the breeze blowing, Bai Mucheng suddenly felt refreshed.

Having finally gotten some exercise, he felt much better and drifted off to sleep until a commotion woke him up.

When I opened my eyes, it was already dusk, the time for school to end.

Sakurai Arisa, the younger sister, and two other girls wearing the same school uniform walked towards them from the street, chatting and laughing.

"Hey bro, sunbathing?"

Yusa waved to Shiraki, then quickly took two steps, put her hands together apologetically, and introduced the two classmates to her older brother.

"This is Matsumoto Koe, and the other is Wu Jialouluo."

"We went to a dessert shop together, so we're back a little late, sorry... Bro? Are you listening?"

Shiraki Cheng was certainly listening.

Hearing the names of the two girls, in particular, confirmed his earlier judgment.

My consciousness started to run wild again...

"stop!"

Bai Mucheng urgently called a halt, "This isn't urgent, don't go overboard, no need!"