Super Fighting Tokyo.

Shiraki Cheng grinned and said, "Brother Sonoda, we've captured Dor."

Sonoda: "..."

With Shiraki's words in mind, Sonoda drifted off to sleep again, vaguely recalling the name "Dor," which seemed to refer to one of the escaped death row inmates.

Sonoda: "..."

Sonoda: "..."

Sonoda: "Huh???"

The middle-aged man suddenly opened his eyes, sat up abruptly from his makeshift bed, and turned to look at the door.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

……

……

After a period of turmoil, Morio Sonoda finally managed to resolve the situation.

The result was somewhat unexpected.

Of the five invading death row inmates, Dole is particularly unique because his name is not on the international wanted list.

Due to Dorr's "agent" status, all information about him is "unknown" on the international internet, and his experiences before his prison break are unknown.

In fact, Dorr's "death sentence" was also carried out in secret, known only to the British high command and the CIA, and only a few words circulated in the underworld.

Sonoda Morio actually couldn't imprison people at this level.

But as an upright police officer, Sonoda would not let a death row inmate go. Fortunately, Dol didn't intend to escape either, and he didn't care what anyone else did.

Ultimately, Dor was placed in the medical room of the Wu clan for treatment and rehabilitation, and was guarded by people sent by the Wu clan.

As for his final decision, it will depend on Sonoda's report of the situation and the Metropolitan Police Department's decision.

……

……

Time flies, and two days have passed.

—On the day of the Wu Clan Summer Festival!

The festive atmosphere reached its peak, with the final arena battle scheduled for this afternoon, followed by the long-awaited fireworks display in the evening.

At dawn, at Wu Fengshui's house.

Bai Mucheng got up early.

After washing up, he stood barefoot in the yard, removed the bandages from his body, and exposed his scarred skin.

Those are proof of battle after battle!

"It feels really good."

Shiraki took a deep breath and stood on the lawn.

After a moment, he finished adjusting, turned his body to the side, pressed his left arm forward, raised his right arm to protect his ribs, and assumed a familiar fighting stance.

They stayed there for only a short time—

"Well!"

Wu Fengshui stretched and walked out of his room, sitting in the courtyard corridor, leaning against the railing, his legs dangling loosely, looking relaxed and comfortable.

The two were already used to this kind of atmosphere.

Suddenly, a sound of footsteps caught their attention. They turned around and saw that it was the "Martial Saint" Shechuan Gangqi.

The door wasn't locked, so the old man pushed it open and walked in with a smile on his face.

"Oops, good morning, sorry to bother you."

The old man also sat in the corridor and took out two packets of tea.

“This is a very expensive, high-end product. Wu Huili had been craving it for a long time, but I lied to him and said I had drunk it all.”

"I'm so happy today, it's my treat!"

As he spoke, Shechuan turned to look at Shiramu Cheng, "What are you doing, Brother Shiramu?"

Wu Fengshui got up to pour hot water and said with a smile, "It's about to begin—Bai Muqin's daily practice."

Chapter 314 Illusion and Existence

Wu Fengshui returned to his room, took out a tea set, served tea and snacks, and brewed the tea leaves that Shechuan had sent.

But the girl was a university student in Tokyo and preferred playing with firearms in her daily life, so she didn't know much about tea ceremony.

Wu Fengshui gestured slowly, "I feel like it's a bit of a waste of Teacher Shechuan's tea leaves..."

"Haha, it's okay!"

Shechuan didn't care about this.

He held a cup of hot tea to soothe his throat, his eyes darting into the courtyard, showing some curiosity about Bai Mucheng, who was maintaining a "static stand".

"Is Brother Shiraki practicing his stance?"

"No, Shiraki rarely does static exercises."

Wu Fengshui sat cross-legged next to the old man, eating tea and pastries, and pondered, "If I had to say, Bai Muqin is waiting for 'Master' to come and spar."

"Huh?"

Shibukawa Takeki was, after all, a master and quite patient, so he didn't press further and continued to observe.

……

Bai Mucheng stood still in place.

However, he was indeed not good at meditation, so his mind began to run wild, causing the ink to surge in his vision and outline a phantom.

The kickboxer nicknamed "Southern Comet"—D.J!

{Yah Yah, what's wrong? Are you having trouble?}

{This summer festival is so refreshing, but you're not feeling energetic at all—that's not good!}

Seeing his disciple's serious expression, Dijie leaned back and gestured with his fingers at Bai Mucheng, looking like a rapper.

Oh, sorry! You were just doing your morning exercise! Hehehe~~~

However, the practice methods suitable for a celebration should be related to the style of body, soul, and music.

At this point, Dijon gently punched Shiraki Sei's chest.

{Ah, apprentice, since you're practicing to get stronger, then come and stretch your legs—with me, Dio Jie!}

Shiraki Cheng could feel the intense rhythm of music emanating from the fist pressing against his chest.

He suddenly puffed out his chest.

shuh...

Dijon's fist was pushed away, and he took the opportunity to slide back a few steps away, raising his arms in front of his chest and clenching his fists a few times.

Let's work up a sweat and get moving!

The words had barely left his mouth—

【Charge with Fighting Spirit】!

Ode!

Dijon glided forward with great strides, his posture full of dynamism, his arms seemingly unable to keep up with his pace, being left hanging behind him.

Just as he was about to get close to Bai Mucheng, Dijie suddenly crouched down to gather his strength, pushed off the ground, turned around, and jumped up, quickly kicking out a powerful spinning kick.

Ultimate Technique – [Extreme Spinning Kick]!

boom!

Bai Mucheng raised his arms and barely managed to block the kick, but he was also kicked backward and staggered back several steps before he could barely regain his balance.

Dijk was in excellent form, throwing a series of hook punches while still in place.

The rhythms of fighting and music are interconnected! Imagine yourself as me and dance wildly!

"what!"

Shiramu Cheng grinned, mimicking Dijie's sprinting steps, and charged forward with [Battle Aura Charge], unleashing a rapid barrage of punches and kicks.

Bang bang bang!

……

……

From an observer's perspective, only Bai Mucheng was seen punching, kicking, or dodging and weaving.

However, judging from his body movements and facial expressions, it was as if there was an unseen opponent fighting him!

And combining Wu Fengshui's words—Bai Mucheng is sparring with his "master," or even fighting hard!

"Whoa!?"

Shibukawa adjusted his glasses to see more clearly.

At his level, he could deduce his opponent's every move and even their physical attributes and fighting style simply by observing Bai Mucheng's movements.

"Brother Shiraki's master is about 184cm tall and weighs about 90-95kg. He's a top-notch kickboxer!"

Shibukawa took a sip of hot tea, continued watching Shiraki Sei's practice, and chatted with the girl beside him.

"I see."

"The solo training of this type of fighting technique is called 'shadow boxing' in the boxing world, and is called 'solo fighting' by boxers."

"This training method is widely used in various fighting techniques."