Super Fighting Tokyo.

He opened the guest room door and walked barefoot into the courtyard.

Wu Lei'an will go home to sleep tonight, and the three of them will stay in separate rooms so as not to disturb each other—although Wu Fengshui is not very happy about it.

"..."

Following Master Long's example, Bai Mucheng sat cross-legged on the lawn in the courtyard, where the faint chirping of insects could be heard.

After all, the area around is the clan chief's residence, so it's impossible to open a commercial street here.

But as the summer festival approaches, the entire village of Wu is becoming increasingly lively.

Therefore, as long as you look into the distance, you can still see bright lights, and if you sit in the courtyard and calm your mind, you can faintly hear music coming from afar.

A white wooden stool supports the legs as one contemplates.

Yudi Dubu said: You must seize the opportunity to make a move.

The "master" Shechuan said with great vigor: We must seize the weaknesses.

Regardless of the terminology used, both refer to the "God of War" or "Saint of War"—their unique "power"!

What should I do?

"..."

Shiraki Cheng found it increasingly interesting and gradually became engrossed in it, first trying to think along the lines of the two of them.

Faintly, one could almost hear Doppo pouting and complaining, "What?! Am I not a 'master' anymore?"

Shiramu Cheng: "..."

Shiraki Cheng: "After all, he is an active karate practitioner, so it's hard to call him a master."

Banishing distracting thoughts, Shiraki Cheng calmed his mind once more, and the surrounding ink began to surge, outlining cherry blossoms in the night, drifting around him.

The quieter it became, the more uncomfortable Shiramu Cheng felt.

"wrong……"

{That's definitely not right.}

Bang! Bang bang! Bang! Bang bang...

The ink wash surged at varying speeds, interspersed with a barely audible rhythm, bringing back the bustling commercial street in the distance to Bai Mucheng's mind.

Bai Mucheng frowned: "Is this correct?"

{Yah Baby~! Absolutely no problem!}

{A foreign festival is so much fun, but you seem a bit listless—that's not right!}

Bai Mucheng opened his eyes. His vision was filled with swirling ink-like water, but he couldn't find any other illusory figures. He could only hear a message in his ear:

Thanks, Buddy! I'm going to write your thoughts into a song!

{…}

Bai Mucheng's worried expression vanished, and he couldn't help but smile.

The mansion was so elegant that he forgot he was on vacation and almost became depressed and lost in thought.

"As expected, it needs to be a bit more lively, right?"

Bai Mucheng yawned, feeling sleepy, and went back to his room to rest.

"Great, fantastic..."

……

……

Early the next morning.

Bai Mucheng was about to go out when he saw that Wu Fengshui had nothing to do, so he invited him to come along.

The two chatted and laughed as they headed straight for the arena in the central square.

According to this year's game rules, the first winner in the arena will temporarily own the arena until the next winner is determined or the winner voluntarily relinquishes it.

Therefore, this arena now belongs to the [Martial Saint] Shechuan Gangqi!

"..."

Bai Mucheng and Wu Fengshui went over to take a look, and sure enough—

A number of people had already gathered on the ring, all dressed in judo uniforms, and judging from the insignia, they should be from the Metropolitan Police Department's judo club.

Some were colleagues from Tokyo, while others were police officers from nearby towns who rushed to the scene after hearing the news.

Including Sonoda, they secretly set up a small training camp here to practice judo, and asked Shibukawa Goki to give them guidance.

Since it was Shibukawa who won the ring, he can use it however he wants.

"what!"

"Hey!"

The opportunity was rare, and there was a great free venue, so everyone practiced with great enthusiasm.

Bai Mucheng and Wu Fengshui appeared.

Upon seeing the young couple, Shibukawa revealed a knowing smile, "Haha, they're here! I knew it!"

Wu Fengshui raised his hand to shield his eyes from the sun, blinking his dark-eyed white pupils with great curiosity. "Teacher Shechuan, you are a master of ancient martial arts, Aikido, and Judo, yet you also know Judo?"

"I'm originally from a judo background!"

Shibukawa chuckled, hands on his hips, "Although it happened a long time ago, it's still fine to guide daily practice."

Watching the practice, Shiraki couldn't help but laugh and say, "It looks really lively and fun!"

At that moment, Sonoda, an old acquaintance, had just finished a set of practice and returned to the edge of the ring when he heard Shiraki's praise.

He couldn't help but correct him, "Brother Shiraki, judo isn't just about being 'exciting' and 'fun,' it's a suppression technique that frontline police officers must learn..."

"There are quite a few Olympic-level judo athletes in Tokyo!"

"And even I—though I can't beat them, I think I'm pretty good at judo. Want to try practicing with me?"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Shiraki Cheng immediately grinned.

He seemed exceptionally happy, and facing Sonoda, he suddenly opened his arms and raised them, laughing loudly, "Brother Sonoda, thank you so much!"

"……well?"

Before Sonoda could react, Shiraki grabbed her and she stumbled backward.

Bai Mucheng shouted, "A great opportunity!"

Swish!

He leaned forward with all his might, mimicking the movements of the Zangief-Siberian Express, but only did half of it, simply knocking Sonoda to the ground.

Pfft!

Sonoda lay on his back, pinned to the ground for several seconds, still looking bewildered, not understanding what had happened.

Sonoda finally came to her senses when Shiraki got up and pulled her up from the ground.

Practice over? Did I lose?

"this……?"

Sonoda paused, stared wide-eyed at Shiraki, and muttered under her breath, "That's so despicable..."

Upon hearing this, Bai Mucheng grinned, Wu Fengshui covered his mouth and chuckled, and Shechuan burst into laughter, even slapping his thigh and laughing until tears streamed down his face.

"Sonoda, why did you learn judo? To compete?"

Shibukawa wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes. "It's to arrest criminals, right?"

"In that case, you can't claim to be fair and square when your opponent fouls; nor can you complain about not being able to foul in a fair and square ring..."

"If you're talking about real combat, then anything goes—that's what's impressive!"

"If it can be resolved with just a few tricks, it doesn't count as martial arts at all."

Shibukawa patted Sonoda on the shoulder and winked, "Besides, in the end, Shiraki-kun didn't break any rules in judo!"

"..."

Sonoda scratched his head, having no reason to refute, and frankly admitted that he was not good enough at his craft, thanking Shiraki and Shibukawa.

He was about to continue practicing when suddenly—

Sonoda noticed that Shiraki's gaze was strange, constantly glancing at Shibukawa, his excitement impossible to suppress, just like his own earlier!

Shechuan noticed this as well and said with a smile, "I told you, don't be so polite with me."

"Great, fantastic!"

Shiraki pursed his lips. "Thank you for playing with me, Shibukawa-sensei. This is what a lively holiday should be like..."

Shibukawa raised an eyebrow leisurely, "Yeah, I like this kind of thing the most too~!"

The two extended their right hands in a very friendly manner—

hold.

Chapter 271 The Magical Handshake~

Early morning.

At the edge of the arena in the central square of Wuzhili.

An old man and a young man...

The 155cm tall and 47kg "Martial Saint" Shechuan is full of vigor;

and;