Super Fighting Tokyo.

"Brother Mo?"

Baku shrugged. "I'm self-taught."

"Uncle Akagi?"

Shigeru Akagi smiled faintly, "When I was young, one year of schooling was equivalent to ten years. It's a pity I'm not young anymore."

Arisa: "..."

After much deliberation, she could only turn to Wu Huiliyang for help.

Wu Huili recalled that she had called Garuda before to inquire about summer homework.

Garuda said that she had finished all her lessons.

The great-granddaughter-obsessed man's eyes sharpened. "Little girl, you wouldn't be thinking of copying Garuda's homework, would you?"

Arisa: "..."

Arisa: "Hehe~!"

Chatting and playing cards with a group of grandfathers and uncles felt a bit strange, but Yusa didn't care, since she had always been very lucky.

Good things always happen, and you always have a lot of fun.

Whether it's the passing of one's own grandfather, a brain injury to one's older brother, or yakuza coming to the door to collect debts...

These are all, of course, very, very bad things.

But for the girl named Arisa Sakurai, she always believed that "the next miracle" would happen, and she lived each day with that expectation.

Arisa smiled and began to rearrange the cards.

As an elder, Wu Huili earnestly instructed, "You are not allowed to copy Garuda's homework. You two must improve together!"

There's gauze, hehe.

……

……

The celebration lasted all night.

The group's original plan was to return to Tokyo the next day, but some people had too much fun and had to rest for another day.

This includes the Shiraki family.

But while he was having fun, he never stopped exercising. After all, as long as his leg wasn't injured, Shiramu Chengye simply couldn't resist.

Therefore, the next morning, Shiramu Cheng removed the bandages from his body, leaving only the casts on his arms and fingers, and went for a morning run.

But since he was still injured, he wasn't moving very fast; he mainly wanted to work up a sweat.

"..."

It was still dark.

Starting from Wu Fengshui's house, I warmed up a bit and then started jogging along the streets of Wu Zhili until I reached the outer edge of town, making a large loop.

On the way, you might occasionally run into Wu people who get up early.

"Good morning, Brother Bai Mu!"

"Are you alright? But you need to be careful about the intensity of your exercise!"

"You're going back to Tokyo soon, right? Did you bring any souvenirs?"

"Remember to buy me a drink later!"

"..."

Although he didn't stay in Wu for long, Shiraki made many new friends and developed an excellent relationship with the Wu clan.

Finally, he went to a photo studio and had the photos from that night developed.

When we return to the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall, we can put it in the family photo album or display it as a decoration.

……

……

Back at Wu Fengshui's house.

After washing up and re-bandaging his wounds, Shiraki Shigeaki packed his bags, preparing to take a helicopter back to Tokyo today.

Yusa and Wu Fengshui traveled together.

As for Maruk, he left last night with the "Lie Eater" Baku, who needed Maruk's help.

"..."

Wu Fengshui also got up, and after washing up and doing morning exercises, they helped pack their luggage and gifts to bring back to their friends in Tokyo.

After all, it's a private jet, so there's plenty of time.

The two chatted and laughed in the room, talking about recent interesting things, and occasionally teasing each other. They quickly packed their things.

Each person had a suitcase, plus large and small bags, and some yarn to carry.

"..."

Whoosh!

Bai Mucheng opened the door and turned the corner of the room.

Wu Lei'an was sitting outside his room, leaning against a wooden pillar in the corridor, yawning boredly.

"They're finally gone!"

Wu Lei'an twisted his neck, looking impatient. "You're having so much fun at someone else's house! Don't regret it if you get dragged into this later!"

"Big brother..."

Wu Fengshui sighed, but then suddenly realized what Wu Lei'an meant by his last sentence: "What do you mean by 'being dragged into it later'?"

"Kukakakaka!"

Wu Lei'an grinned menacingly and said, "I heard from my grandfather that Tokyo will be very lively recently, so we might go there in a few days."

That old man, Grandpa...

Wu Fengshui muttered this sentence to himself, finding it strange no matter how he thought about it, but considering his older brother's personality, it wasn't entirely incomprehensible.

"Get out of here, let me have some peace and quiet."

Wu Lei'an waved his hand, grinning maliciously, "Anyway, there will definitely be many more interesting things to come! I'm going to kill them all, and let Bai Mu wait and see!"

……

……

Shiramu Cheng, Wu Fengshui, You Sha —

The three went to the airport, took a helicopter, returned to Tokyo via the same route, and headed straight for Katahara Metsudo's private airport.

There's no rush, so we can leisurely enjoy the scenery along the way.

……

And shortly after the three left that day.

The Wu clan patriarch's residence welcomed another visitor, also a friend of the Shiraki family—"Ancient Style Practical Jujutsu Master" Honbu Izo!

The uninvited arrival of the headquarters surprised Wu Huili, but she still warmly welcomed her old friend.

"Sorry to bother you, but the situation is really urgent."

This section begins by directly addressing the topic of Tibetan Buddhism.

“Brother Wu, you must have heard the news that the monster’s son, Hanma Baki, is currently being eroded by poison, and even the famous doctor ‘Kao Hongye’ is helpless.”

"The real culprit is Liu Longguang, nicknamed 'Venom,' who uses a poisonous hand technique called 'Evil Fist.'"

"I will not let such villains get away with this!"

"But before that, I still want to do my best to help that boy who truly deserves the title of 'strongest.' He absolutely cannot be defeated by that despicable and vicious hand!"

"Many fighters are trying to find a solution, and so am I."

The commander sincerely asked, "Brother Wu, does your family have any secret remedies for treating the Poison Hand?"

"..."

Wu Huili nodded after learning the purpose of the visit from headquarters.

He wasn't familiar with Baki Hanma, having only met him a few times, but since it was the headquarters that had asked, Go Eriyo wouldn't refuse.

but……

difficult!

Wu Huili squinted as she recalled information about "Poison Hand".

“The precisely weighed medicine—to be precise, wild poisonous insects and herbs—was crushed and ground together.”

“By kneading the abrasive into the sand, adding the medicinal liquid, and repeating this process many times, ‘poisonous sand’ can be refined.”

“Those who practice the Poison Hand technique strike the poisonous sand with their palms repeatedly from morning to night, while simultaneously using medicinal baths to neutralize the toxins.”

"Immersed in poisonous sand and medicinal baths, alternating between sides every seven minutes during the day and every nine minutes at night."

"The pain is so intense that some practitioners have even cut off their own arms!"

Wu Huili lit her pipe and slowly took a puff.

"By the fifth day of cultivation, the skin gradually turned the color of a sweet potato—the poison technique was complete!"

"Being struck by the poisonous hand will cause the flesh to slowly rot, and the toxins will penetrate deep into the bone marrow, eventually leading to death. It can be described as an extremely vicious and ruthless assassination technique!"

"call……"

Wu Huili exhaled a puff of white smoke and looked at Honbu Izo, "From the perspective of 'treatment' alone, it's very difficult to overcome this poisonous hand!"

The headquarters sensed something amiss. "What do you mean?"

Wu Huiliyang, after all, has the background of the Wu family and is familiar with many ancient martial arts styles.

"The infamous Evil Fist and Poisonous Hand has a total of seven volumes of manuals, but in fact—there are five more volumes of manuals!"