Super Fighting Tokyo.

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Bai Mucheng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, spat out bloody foam, and looked at Wu Lei'an.

"Your movements were so beautiful that I couldn't help but take a few more punches. It's truly an amazing technique..."

Upon hearing this, Wu Lei'an frowned, his black-and-white eyes widening in disbelief.

Bai Mucheng squinted, feeling the wind blowing against his skin. "No matter how violent it is, fists and feet are still 'moves'!"

"..."

Upon hearing this, the audience was immediately puzzled.

Shibukawa Takeo then let out a leisurely, strange laugh.

"Haha! I see, that's probably how it is, right?"

He pushed up his glasses and said in a serious voice, "Brother Bai Mu has said it several times: fists and feet are also techniques."

"Furthermore, he also stated that he had seen through Wu Lei'an's martial arts skills."

"The true meaning of this viewpoint stems from Shiraki-kun's understanding of combat—or rather, 'fighting'!"

"..."

Wu Lei'an closed [Liberation] and temporarily conserved his stamina.

Shiraki Chengze relaxed further, showing no intention of continuing his attack. Instead, he stood still and explained what he had just said.

He stood sideways, with his right arm behind his ribs, his fist close to his chin, his left forearm resting on his waist, and his left shoulder slightly raised in defense, making him more "compact" than usual.

This solid and steady stance is exactly Master Long's fighting stance!

Bai Mucheng stared straight ahead and quickly threw a light punch forward with his left fist.

call out!

Immediately afterwards, he pushed off the ground with his left foot and twisted, then swept his right leg with a low kick, the movement light and agile.

Without stopping, Shiramu Cheng twisted his waist and abdomen, assumed a posture of thrusting his left shoulder, and then thrust out his left fist horizontally.

Swish!

The range of this punch was relatively small, but the force was noticeably greater.

Finally, Shiramu pulled his right arm back and struck forward quickly, hitting the air in front of him and creating a gust of wind.

call!

The heaviest punch was delivered.

Shiramu Cheng then retracted his fist, twisted his waist, pushed off the ground with his left leg, flipped over, and kicked back with his right leg in a spinning kick, finishing with this extremely heavy upper sweeping leg move.

Such solid and beautiful movements are pleasing to the eye even for laymen, and even more so for the audience who come to the scene.

"Is Bai Mu practicing martial arts?"

"But it's just ordinary punches and kicks, no special moves."

"It feels different...?"

"..."

Shiraki Cheng quickened his movements, throwing punches and kicks with varying force in squatting or standing positions, resulting in noticeable differences in his actions.

"At a certain moment on a certain day, a person wanted to explore 'what is strength,' so he took steps, even began to practice fighting, and then competed with others."

"Use violence, use skills, use secret techniques, use cunning..."

"But ultimately, it's all about exploring 'what it means to be powerful'!"

Swish!

Shiraki swung his fist, and one could feel the airflow brushing against his skin.

"Whether it's violence or technology, in my view it's all the same; it all stems from people—it's all about 'human' consciousness!"

"Apart from 'consciousness,' everything else that can constitute existence is a derivative!"

"..."

These startling remarks left the audience wide-eyed.

A few experts shook their heads helplessly, not entirely agreeing, but unable to find a reason to refute it.

After all, they are people who have a deep understanding of "power," and it is difficult for others to persuade them, nor would they try to persuade others.

"Perhaps it's because I have many good teachers, and their skills are all outstanding?"

Bai Mucheng laughed and said, "I don't know when it started, but even the same action looks different to me as long as the person performing it is different."

"And it's not as simple as just being observant!"

The voice just fell.

click!

Bai Mucheng pressed down with both arms, hooked his five fingers into a half-clenched fist, and used his knuckles instead of his fist to adopt the cup-holding method from Drunken Fist, changing his stance.

"What's wrong?!"

The commentator listened intently, "Is Shiraki Cheng about to change his stance and unleash a drunken fist attack!?"

Whoa!

Bai Mucheng moved his feet, his body swaying to the rhythm, his posture unrestrained and elegant, leaving marks on the sand.

It's not over yet...

Boom!

Bai Mucheng suddenly regained his footing, all traces of his previous drunkenness gone. He then pointed at Wu Lei'an and moved his right arm as if in provocation.

Immediately, he spread his arms out, lowered his center of gravity, and slightly bent his back.

Guan Linchun raised an eyebrow. "Huh? It's professional wrestling... no, it's the stance of a wrestler!"

The younger Hoze Kanzaki's eyes widened in surprise. "The stance has changed again—?!"

"..."

Bai Mucheng pursed his lips and continued practicing his martial arts stances, feeling relaxed and exhilarated.

"Although my mentors often say that I can't completely imitate them, I sometimes secretly try to imitate them, because they really look so cool!"

Having said that—

Swish!

Shiraki suddenly rolled to the side, pointing towards the audience as if to signal to them, a style completely different from his previous wrestling.

This is exactly the way Rashid likes to enter!

The next second—

Bai Mucheng stood still again, staring straight ahead as if there were a huge wooden stake in front of him.

He swung his right arm horizontally, and with a faint "boom," he shattered the non-existent wooden stake. Then he raised both arms, touched the ground with his left foot forward, and assumed a new stance for punches and kicks.

Wu Huili's gaze sharpened. "It's Muay Thai? And the level is very high..."

Snapped!

Bai Mucheng clapped his hands together again, producing a crisp sound.

Then he raised his hands, made a "pistol" gesture, and fired a few "biu biu biu" shots at Wu Lei'an in the distance before resuming his stance.

While both arms are raised, Shiramu Cheng raised his elbows this time, making his posture less powerful but more flexible.

Silent Sea King swallowed hard. "It was during our fight—those 'kick punches' with countless feints!"

Bang bang bang!

Shiraki Cheng unleashed a barrage of left and right hooks, his stance shifting, resulting in a different style of attack that leaned towards mixed martial arts – a style reminiscent of "Luke's".

The changing styles and stances dazzled the audience.

It includes techniques like Drunken Fist, which emphasizes skill, as well as wrestling-style "telephone punches," and of course, solid karate...

But gradually, some experts came to their senses and realized that no matter how the fighting style changed, the reality was still determined by "Bai Mucheng"!

Among them, Wu Huiliyang, the patriarch of the Wu clan, who had experienced countless battles throughout her life, couldn't help but sigh upon seeing this:

"How can someone so young find this perspective?"

Wu Huili could probably understand that what Bai Mucheng was talking about was not something like "mindset"—something vague and ethereal.

In Shiraki Sei's eyes, the perception of "fighting" is different!

"Despite mastering so many styles and techniques, he wasn't blinded; instead, he saw something more fundamental... no, wait!"

Wu Huili suddenly changed the subject and said:

"It is precisely because Shiraki wanted to master those styles and techniques and refused to give up any of them that he forced himself to study those 'essences'!"

"..."

Shibukawa Takeki couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, "From this perspective, Shiraki-kun doesn't count as a 'martial artist' from any particular school."

"If I had to put it simply, he was merely someone who dedicated himself to the 'way of fighting'!"

"..."

After performing martial arts in different styles, Bai Mucheng worked up a good sweat and was in a great mood. He raised an eyebrow and looked at Wu Lei'an.

"Once it gets to this point, whether you use violence or technology, it makes no difference to me; it's just a matter of different approaches."

"Because I am competing with 'you,' and there is no difference between us!"

As he spoke, Shiraki Cheng turned to the side and resumed his familiar stance.

The overall style is similar to Master Ryu's, except that his left arm is lowered and his five fingers are slightly spread, combining wrestling control and mixed martial arts techniques.

"You can hit me however you want..."

Bai Mu lowered his center of gravity and shouted in a deep voice, "Alright, let's settle this once and for all!"