Super Fighting Tokyo.

"Simply put, the Wu clan can be roughly divided into two categories: 'assassins' and 'fighters'."

"Aside from the special [Liberation], the moves can also be divided into two types."

"The techniques specifically designed for assassination, systematized, formed the basis of this art—the Wu Clan's legacy."

"And, the technological system developed to counter hand-to-hand combat—the Wu family's legacy;"

“In the past, only members of the main branch of the Wu family were qualified to inherit the Wu family’s legacy, but by the time my grandfather succeeded him, those rules had long since become mere formalities.”

Garuda stared at the field, "Lei An is very strong, combining the roles of 'fighter' and 'assassin' at the same time."

"In other words, unlike Brother Kaoru Hanayama who never exercises, Raian also learned various techniques of the Wu clan."

"He is only using brute force now because of his bad character and his preference for crushing others with violence."

"..."

Arisa nodded repeatedly as she listened.

Beside him, Wu Huiliyang smiled and exclaimed, "Oh, as expected of my beloved grandson, he has a very thorough understanding of clan affairs!"

Garuda was a little embarrassed and asked in a low voice, "I'm sorry, Grandpa, I revealed so much. Is that alright?"

"It's okay~!"

Wu Huili waved her hand casually, "These are all pieces of information that are common knowledge in the world. If we have to hide even these things, then the Wu clan is not powerful at all."

"Besides, we're practically family now. If Shiramu Cheng wanted to, I could teach him the Wu clan's techniques, but he probably wouldn't mind, right?"

Wu Huili stroked her chin. "Some of the techniques he has learned are quite impressive, even to this old man. Don't underestimate that idiot Lei An!"

"Huh? Even Grandpa said so, Arisa's older brother is really amazing!"

Garuda smiled, his eyes narrowing. "Go check out King Ma when you have time. He's very strong too, and Grandpa will definitely be satisfied!"

Wu Huiliyang: "..."

The old man maintained his smile, though a few veins bulged on his forehead as he muttered repeatedly, "Not bad, hmm, not bad..."

Wu Lian leaned over and asked, "Grandpa, do you need some blood pressure medication?"

"..."

Seeing that Wu Huili was about to explode, the "God of Wrestling," Zangdi Quwu, had no choice but to step in and smooth things over.

"So, Brother Bai Mu is going to face the strongest and most fantastic young man in the Wu clan?"

Wu Huili nodded, but then changed the subject, "Perhaps it can be said that it is not limited to young people."

"Hahaha~!"

Shechuan found it amusing and chuckled, teasing, "That murderous look of yours is quite similar to yours when you were young, Brother Wu. It's really nerve-wracking!"

Wu Huili rubbed her brows. "But then again, that brat Lei An, because of his personality, is completely useless if you just analyze his 'technique' or 'physical ability.' He might do something unexpected."

"Haha, isn't it pretty good too!"

Shibukawa smiled faintly, his gaze deep, "Even within the same style, different fighters will produce different effects when using it."

"Rather than simply showing off moves, I think Shiraki prefers this approach."

"He must be having a lot of fun right now, right?"

……

……

Whoa!

Bai Mucheng reached out from the wood chips in the fence, grabbed the top of the fence, and used his waist and abdomen to support himself up, his eyes still somewhat dazed.

He felt dizzy and his back was in excruciating pain.

Before he could catch his breath, he saw Wu Lei'an lean forward and charge towards him.

Swish!

He threw a heavy right punch, aiming straight for Shiramu Cheng's head.

Bai Mucheng crouched down to dodge, then pushed off with his left foot and slid to the right, retreating a few steps to create distance again.

His pupils began to tremble again, and the engine started up once more.

"……boring."

Seeing this, Wu Lei'an turned around, grinned maliciously, and said in a hoarse voice, "100% control over moves, what a boring joke!!"

He clenched his fists and approached Bai Mucheng step by step.

"The consciousness in the brain? That invisible and intangible thing, and so-called martial arts philosophy, are all like dog shit!"

"We're not old monks meditating facing a wall; you can eat shit for that nonsense!"

"I just want to be unilaterally abused!!!"

Wu Lei'an grinned, and wisps of hot air escaped from between his teeth.

At the same time, Shiraki Sei also straightened up.

He drooped his eyelids and looked Wu Lei'an up and down. Seeing that the other party still hadn't used [Liberation], he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

But instead of feeling slighted, I sincerely admired them.

"That's really amazing!"

Bai Mucheng laughed and said, "Because you want to ravage your opponent so much, you can suppress your killing intent. You could call that a kind of self-control..."

"cough!"

Bai Mucheng coughed up a mouthful of blood and steadied his breathing.

【Charge with Fighting Spirit】!

Ode!

He pushed off the ground and rushed towards Wu Lei'an, followed by a step forward kick.

[Ryuo Uppercut Kick]!

boom!

A solid kick landed squarely on Wu Lei'an's chest, causing him to groan and bleed a few more drops from his nose.

But Wu Lei'an grinned maliciously and grabbed Bai Mucheng's ankle with his right hand.

Without stopping, Shiramu Cheng used his right ankle, which was being grabbed, as a fulcrum, pushed off the ground with his left leg and jumped up, turning and spinning in mid-air before pushing off again.

Boom!

The kick was incredibly swift and struck Wu Lei'an in the face.

An ordinary person who took this blow would not only be unable to let go, but would probably faint on the spot. However, Wu Lei'an simply tilted his head back and kept his right hand tightly gripping the object.

"what!"

Wu Lei'an laughed loudly and swung Bai Mucheng's right leg, spinning him around with his upper body, trying to slam him heavily to the ground.

But at the moment it was swung to its highest point—

Bai Mucheng stubbornly resisted the feeling of weightlessness, stomped his left heel hard, and slammed it into Wu Lei'an's raised face.

This angled kick, inspired by Rashid's "Sunset Slam," is a technique where the opponent is tripped up, and then both feet stomp on them.

boom!

The second heel strike landed squarely on Wu Lei'an's face, finally forcing him to release his grip.

Even so, Wu Lei'an's superhuman strength continued unabated, forcefully flinging Bai Mucheng upwards.

Seeing that he was about to land, Shiramu Cheng twisted his waist and performed a spinning kick, completing a somersault in mid-air and successfully landing on both feet.

"call……"

But before he could even stand firmly, he felt a chill run down his spine.

Wu Lei'an has arrived!

"brake!"

Bai Mucheng turned and launched a mid-air kick, unleashing a "Whirlwind Kick," but Wu Lei'an raised his hand to block it, his body remaining motionless.

Bai Mucheng missed his first strike, stomped his foot on the ground, pressed his whole body close to Wu Lei'an's inner circle, and chased forward with a middle-section straight punch.

[Battle Aura Bursts Out with Shock!]

Boom!

A fist struck Wu Lei'an, who retaliated with an elbow strike. The two collided with a loud crash, causing both of them to involuntarily take a large step back.

Swish...

Bai Mucheng's fist went numb, and he couldn't help but shake his arm.

Wu Lei'an simply stood with his back bent and his arms hanging naturally—even though he had been kicked in the nose and was bleeding, the smile on his face never stopped.

……

……

"Oh?"

Seeing this, Mitsuyoshi blinked curiously. "Just considering the action of 'stomping the heels,' it can press down with the weight of the whole body, and its destructive power is very great."

"But Wu Lei'an was hit in the face by A Cheng's stomp, yet he was almost unharmed and was even able to defend and counterattack immediately?!"

"..."

Silent Sea King explained from the side, "The long-haired guy's judgment is correct, this is indeed the Wu clan!"

The well-informed martial arts master said in a deep voice:

"The Wu people have undergone thousands of years of 'breeding improvement,' and all their physical functions have far surpassed the scope of modern humans."

"For example, tolerance for pain and injury."

"Through the body's own endurance and up to twenty kinds of anesthetics that are abnormally secreted in the brain, it is possible to endure astonishingly serious injuries."

"Similar to professional wrestlers—those who take pride in their ability to withstand blows acquire it through training."