Super Fighting Tokyo.

Shibukawa recalled:

"But, if we're talking about the highest level among them, it has to be 'him'—"

"Baki Hanma".

"That strongest brat on earth has an extraordinary ability to imagine, and he can even inflict severe damage on himself in reality just by 'imagining' it!"

"..."

As Wu Fengshui listened to Shibukawa's introduction, he recalled the powerful and handsome young man, "Eh? Baki-chan is really amazing!"

"So Shiraki's training level is still somewhat inferior to Baki's?"

"..."

Shechuan thought for a moment and shook his head, saying, "It's not fair to say that, since every martial artist has different habits when it comes to training."

"Moreover, although both Shiraki and Baki Hanma practice shadow techniques, they are different."

Wu Fengshui tilted his head and continued listening to the lecture.

"Baki Hanma's hypothetical battle focuses more on the 'battle' itself. Once it takes shape, it's a fight to the death. After all, he is a fighter with Yujiro Hanma's bloodline, and his purity is unmatched."

“But Shiraki’s master—even I can tell—is more ‘human.’”

"In other words, Shiraki's 'master' has many more 'details' than a pure combat opponent, such as his speech, clothing, and even lifestyle habits..."

"..."

Wu Fengshui blinked his black-and-white eyes. "What do you mean?"

"I don't know!"

Shibukawa pursed his lips and waved his hands repeatedly, "This kind of thing can't be described as 'good or bad,' but it's obviously not the same kind of thing as Baki."

"Baki Hanma's concept is based on the idea of ​​'battle,' while what Shiraki-kun is doing is more like the idea of ​​'human existence.'"

Wu Fengshui was puzzled, "The existence of humans?"

Shechuan attempted to describe it this way: "In Shiraki's mind, there exists a specific 'master'—not just in battle, but also in a great deal of detail."

"Therefore, for him, the existence of those masters was incredibly real."

"However, I don't quite understand these things that involve imagination, consciousness, existence, matter—things like that."

"..."

Wu Fengshui tilted his head, resting his chin on his hand, making one cheek pout. "Wow? Even Professor Shechuan doesn't understand?"

"Don't tease me, you little brat!"

Shibukawa grinned and lectured, "I just like to fight, I'm not a brain specialist or a philosopher."

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry..."

Wu Fengshui nodded with a grin, admitting his mistake, and got up to add hot water to the teapot.

Meanwhile, Shiraki Cheng also finished his sparring match with Dijie, and after a short rest, he started a second match.

The ink wash surges and flows, outlining the vigorous and steady "Long".

A long red headband fluttered in the wind.

Wearing a dark red kasaya and Taoist trousers, Long stood barefoot on the lawn, striking a pose before Bai Mucheng, and nodding with a smile.

{Come!}

Bai Mucheng rushed forward, and the two exchanged blows, punching and kicking each other continuously.

bang bang bang...

As an observer, Shibukawa Takeki could certainly notice that the "master" sparring with Shiraki Cheng had changed.

At first, he didn't feel anything special, only marveling at Shiraki Cheng's "will" and "imagination," but gradually something felt off.

This "something is not right" stems from Shechuan's "Aikido self-defense technique".

Simply put, because Shibukawa has cultivated his protective techniques to a "complete form," once he approaches a certain danger, numerous illusions will appear before his eyes, hindering his progress.

Whether it's a sheer cliff, a heavy wooden door, or even a deep lava abyss...

"Don't go!" "Run!" "It's too dangerous!"

—Sounds like these will also be heard.

On this crisp morning, as Shiraki Cheng sparred with another "master," Shibukawa Takeki witnessed an unbelievable scene.

A dark, ink-wash dragon, drawn from cherry blossom petals, roared and opened its mouth, soaring into the sky in front of Bai Mucheng!

"Oh my god!"

Startled, Shechuan screamed and, in his agitation, crushed the teacup in his hand.

At the same time, Shiraki Sei was also sent flying by Master Ryu's Rising Dragon Fist. He jumped backward, blood spurting from his nose, and crashed heavily to the ground, losing completely.

poof...

Your movements have improved; it seems you've been training diligently!

Master Long nodded and bowed, then turned and walked away, disappearing into the rippling ink painting.

……

……

My daily morning exercise is over.

Bai Mucheng took a shower, put on a bathrobe, and sat cross-legged with Wu Fengshui in the corridor, chatting with Shechuan for a few words.

Just then, a familiar voice came from outside the door.

"Brother!"

The three people in the courtyard turned their heads and saw the girls walking together, with a tall and strong young man among them.

Shiraki's younger sister "Arisa", Wu Jialuo, Maruk, [Revolution Princess] Hongo Hina, and the accompanying "Tenma Nozomi".

A group of five people, all dressed as tourists, arrived at Wu Fengshui's home.

Bai Mucheng walked over quickly, put his hands on his younger sister's arms, lifted her up and spun her around several times before finally putting her down.

The long-separated siblings looked at each other for a few seconds, then burst into laughter.

"Great, fantastic!"

Bai Mucheng rubbed his younger sister's head.

But an older brother is still an older brother, and Shiraki Cheng could still see that Asa—as well as Garuda and Maruk—had some undisguised worry.

"So, what happened?"

"..."

Arisa organized her thoughts, "Shoko said that Baki was poisoned after a duel, and his condition is quite bad."

Bai Mucheng's memories surged, and he quickly understood.

It seems that Baki Hanma was fighting Ryu Ryuko when he was struck by that despicable "poisonous hand," causing the poison to penetrate deep into his body and putting him in mortal danger.

Liu Longguang's "empty path" is extremely despicable. Even if you know the truth about his poisonous methods, it is difficult to avoid them in battle. Even just being "touched" by him will have an effect.

Judging from the girls' behavior, they clearly knew even less than Shiraki Cheng.

It's likely that Kozue was afraid her friends would worry, so she kept some things from them while she went to contact the doctor, Kou Kouyo, to find a solution for Baki.

Arisa sighed, "Baki said he's fine, but he's obviously lost a lot of weight. I wonder if Dr. Go has any treatment options."

"..."

Shiraki thought for a moment and comforted him, "Baki Hanma is a boy who lives up to the name of [Champion]. 'Death' is just a formidable opponent. I don't think we need to worry."

"That makes sense, after all, he's Baki-san."

Arisa has always been optimistic, so she was easily persuaded.

Seeing that the girls were finally relieved, Bai Mucheng patted his younger sister on the back and grinned:

"Well then—let's go enjoy the festival!"

Chapter 315 The Eve of the Festive Event

The arrival of the "Tokyo tour group" made Wu Fengshui's courtyard much more lively.

The group chatted idly, occasionally bursting into laughter, creating a joyful and harmonious atmosphere.

Not far away, the Martial Saint Shechuan Gangqi was still sitting on the edge of the corridor in the courtyard, drinking hot tea from a new cup, the morning light reflecting off his glasses.

At first glance, this scene looks like a kind old man admiring young people gathering together.

But those familiar with Shechuan know that this top "Aikido master" is not some kind old man.

Therefore, the decision to go to Sichuan at this time was not made with the mindset of an elder.

More specifically, after Shiraki was knocked away by Ryu's Rising Dragon Fist, Shibukawa was in a daze and couldn't help but repeatedly recall the protective illusion he had seen.

"What level of cultivation does Bai Mu's imagined 'master' actually reach?"

The more Shechuan thought about it, the more interesting it seemed.

Finally, the group decided to go for a stroll in the streets, but Shechuan waved his hand and declined, saying that he wouldn't bother the young people.

The old man walked away, muttering to himself, "Haha! 'A dragon soaring and leaping' and all that, what an exaggeration!"

……

……

There were too many people with us, so we didn't have much fun.

After some thought, everyone decided to split up and do their own thing, and then meet up again at the central square when the afternoon's arena competition began.

"Wow, a summer festival? This is my first time attending one of these."