Super Fighting Tokyo.

A ramen shop, in front of the counter.

"What kind of battle do I want to fight?"

Upon hearing Baki Hanma's question, Shiraki couldn't help but laugh, "Wow, it feels really honored to be asked such a question by the [Champion]..."

"Don't say that, Brother Bai Mu."

Baki raised an eyebrow. "I heard from Kozue that you suffered from a very serious chronic brain disease that lasted for several years, and eventually you even lost consciousness and went missing."

"From this perspective, the situation is even more serious than when I was poisoned."

Baki looked up at the ceiling. "If I crossed 'one' death line, you crossed 'several' years of death lines. You're much better than me!"

Shiraki Cheng felt a little embarrassed by what was said and buried his head in his noodles.

Baki couldn't help but sigh, "I always thought Shiraki-kun was amazing! He can run his own shop and still take care of his family..."

"Thinking about it carefully, all my friends are really amazing!"

The boy grinned and said, "Mr. Doppo founded the Shinshinkai, Brother Katsumi worked very hard as the second generation, Hanayama was even more remarkable, and then there were Mr. Honbu, Mr. Shibukawa—those leaders, and the doctor and the policeman..."

"But if we're talking about my dad, that's a different story."

Baki finished the soup and waited for Shiraki's reply.

What kind of battle will we fight?

Shiraki admitted that he had really thought about it.

“I don’t have a father as powerful as you, and the old man who adopted me was just an ordinary martial arts athlete, so I can’t fully understand you.”

"But I have an idea that's similar to yours, Baki."

Bai Mucheng said slowly:

"I didn't fight for personal gain or loss."

"It's just about winning and losing, about people shedding blood, sweat, and tears in battle—it's about giving it your all to do something that makes me feel powerful."

Shiraki Seiya grinned broadly, "Outside of the 'battle,' you won't find Baki Hanma, Doppo Guji, Jun Sekibayashi... or even Yujiro Hanma!"

Baki thought for a moment, then nodded with a smile, "That's true."

The boy was still thinking about his father. After finishing his ramen, he got up and said goodbye to his brother and sister.

……

……

Kuroki Gensai, Guo Haihuang, Hanma Yujiro...

That intense night, which resembled a "war," eventually subsided into calm.

But no matter what happens, as long as no one dies, humanity will face yet another "tomorrow".

Rest, eat, play, exercise—

For tomorrow!

……

……

Two days later, the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Academy began its new routine.

Arisa has started school.

In the morning, the autumn air was crisp and clear, and the temperature wasn't too cold.

Taking advantage of the clear sunshine, Bai Mucheng brought out several sets of dumbbells and started exercising outdoors, doing high-intensity "Zangief" style squats.

Keep it up! One more! Good things will happen as long as you squat down!

The surging ink was Zangief's passionate growl as he trained with his disciples.

Only after the last set was completed did Zangief feel satisfied. He patted Shiramoto Cheng on the shoulder and waved goodbye.

"Ha ha……"

Bai Mucheng dropped the dumbbells, panting heavily, his bare upper body covered in sweat, which dripped onto the ground.

"Whoosh!"

From the direction of the second floor came Wu Fengshui's whistling.

Bai Mucheng immediately raised his hand, caught the long towel that was tossed to him, and thanked the girl with a smile.

……

have a break.

Next, we will practice striking techniques, which will involve using sandbags and wooden stakes.

Bai Mucheng stood in front of the sandbag, next to a wooden stake used in Muay Thai practice. Wu Fengshui also came downstairs and sat on the corridor to maintain his firearms.

Bang bang bang!

Shiraki's relentless strikes reflect Luke's aggressive style, occasionally incorporating Muay Thai kicks, and he adjusted his movements under Sagat's guidance.

The more they fought, the smoother the flow became, and the speed gradually increased, pressing forward like a tsunami, producing new beads of sweat with each strike.

Before long, Bai Mucheng's striking speed gradually slowed down, not because he was tired, but because he was doing it intentionally to feel his body's movements.

Swish, swish, swish...

Unlike before, every strike was steady and solid.

From an outsider's perspective, you can even clearly see the muscles working together!

Until the very end, Shiraki's movements slowed to an extreme. He pushed off the ground with his right foot, twisted upwards, and unleashed an uppercut [Rising Dragon], jumping up at the last moment.

Swish!

It combines lightness and heaviness.

"call!"

Bai Mucheng landed on his feet, put his hands on his hips, took a breath, finished this exercise, and began to do flexibility stretches and move his joints.

This is a very relaxing time, and it's the perfect time for casual conversation.

"..."

As Wu Fengshui oiled the gun barrel, he casually remarked, "Recently, the Wu clan has been commissioned to provide security for members of the Quanyuan Association."

Bai Mucheng leaned against the wall and stretched his legs. "Has IDEAL made a move?"

"I don't know. After all, the Insect Organization is also eyeing the underground fighting world, and there are also unsettling elements within the Kengan Association."

Wu Fengshui skillfully assembled the gun parts, "but the clues indicate that their target is that 'inner city' in Tokyo."

The inner city, also known as "Naka," is a lawless area within Tokyo, surrounded by high walls, and is also the hometown of Tokita Ohma.

Bai Mucheng nodded in understanding, then immediately thought, "I'm going out this afternoon, is there anything I should bring you?"

"If you're passing by, could you please help me with my new magazine issue? Thanks!"

Wu Fengshui blinked his black-and-white eyes, leaning against a corridor pillar to enjoy the breeze. "By the way, where is Bai Muqin going this afternoon?"

"Tokugawa Prefecture".

Bai Mucheng bent down, wrapped his arms around his legs, pressed his face against his knees, and at the same time kept his body stable.

"When Tokugawa heard about what happened that night, he said he was so excited that he couldn't sleep and insisted on talking to me."

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……

That noon.

Superintendent Sonoda Morio, after working overtime, finally managed to handle the aftermath of Ryu Ryu-kwang's case.

As an escaped death row inmate and a serial killer, Liu Longguang's death was deserved and no one should be held responsible; on the contrary, he deserves to be commended.

However, it was Hanma Yujiro who killed Liu Longguang, and no one dared to hold him accountable, nor did anyone dare to praise him.

After much deliberation, Takeya Haru, as the "Superintendent General of Police," could only divide the commendation equally, giving it to Sonoda Morio and Iori Kazuka's respective departments.

However, while giving him the reward, Takeya Haru also assigned Sonoda a task.

He took care of another death row inmate, Dorr.

Dol was captured in Wuzhili and defeated by Shiraki Seki and Sekibayashi Jun one after another. He finally understood "what battle is" and voluntarily surrendered.

In terms of status, Dorr was the most unique among the five death row inmates.

He originally belonged to the British intelligence service and was executed secretly. The wanted information was top secret, so there was no reason for him to be detained directly.

Fortunately, Dorr also gave up the idea of ​​continuing to flee.

Before deciding on the next step, having Sonoda take care of things and accompany Dor to wander around would be a great achievement.

To Sonoda's surprise, Dorr actually asked for something—

He wants to see superprofessional wrestling.

So, at noon today, the two went to the "Super Pro Wrestling Club" and met their old friends from professional wrestling.

Guan Linchun personally received them.

"..."

The group chatted for a while.

Dol returned to the ring and learned a "hand chop" move from Kwan Lin-chun as a memento of his battle with professional wrestlers.

After being satisfied, Sonoda inquired about Dor's arrangements.

"Hmph, Mr. Sonoda, you're too kind. Thank you for your trouble."

After a moment's thought, still reluctant to part with the fight, Dorr suggested, "How about we go check out the Divine Heart Society's karate tomorrow?"

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That afternoon.