Super Fighting Tokyo.

The residence of Tokugawa Mitsunari.

As promised, Shiraki arrived at the luxurious mansion, passed through the elegant front courtyard, and came to the room reserved for receiving guests.

Tokugawa Mitsunari, who was eager to see him, had already come to the porch to greet him.

This bald old man is the eleventh-generation descendant of Tokugawa Mitsukuni, the lord of the Mito Domain, and the thirteenth head of the Tokugawa zaibatsu.

Its influence is so great that even political figures have to show it a degree of respect!

His family had a long-standing passion for martial arts, especially Tokugawa Mitsunari. Therefore, compared to politicians, Tokugawa was much more approachable when dealing with martial artists.

Or rather, he was just a little old man who enjoyed watching people fight.

"Wow, welcome, welcome!"

Tokugawa rubbed his hands excitedly and beckoned Shiraki to take off his shoes and come inside.

The two sat on the tatami mats, and Tokugawa repeatedly called for desserts and tea to be brought over, while he leisurely played with his folding fan.

"Brother Shiraki, we haven't known each other for very long, but even I can tell—"

Tokugawa looked Shiraki up and down, grinned, and said, "You've gotten even more muscular than when we first met!"

Whoa!

The old man opened his folding fan and slowly waved it.

"Although the Metropolitan Police Department is not yet able to deal with Dorl, he has already admitted his defeat."

"So it can be said that the five death row inmates who came to Tokyo because of synchronicity—seeking defeat—have now all gotten what they wanted."

Tokugawa squinted at Shiraki and said with a grin, "I'd like to hear your opinion..."

Chapter 347 The Way of Fighting

Upon hearing this, Bai Mucheng was somewhat surprised.

"Want to hear my opinion?"

He picked up the plate, scooped up some high-quality yokan with a small spoon, smacked his lips with satisfaction, and looked a little embarrassed.

"Old man, am I really qualified to answer?"

Shiraki smiled faintly, "In terms of dedication to martial arts, I am no match for Masters Doppo and Shibukawa; in terms of skill, I am no match for Brother Retsukai and Brother Baki..."

"Isn't it a waste of my time to call me here specifically to ask these questions?"

"..."

Tokugawa sat cross-legged on the cushion, propping his left elbow on his knee, and shifted to a more comfortable position.

"I say, Shiraki, you're being a bit too modest."

The old man began to calculate:

"In the park at night, I fought against Spek, utterly defeating him and rendering him incapable of further evil."

"He confronted Dorian in front of his own martial arts school, ultimately defeating him. Dorian was also driven insane by Retsu Kaioh."

"On the top floor of the hotel, Sikorsky was forced to admit defeat."

"In Wu, let Dorr admit his defeat;"

"And on the rainy night the day before yesterday, Liu Longguang suffered a crushing defeat, ending in a dismal failure."

"—All of the above were done by you, 'Bai Mucheng'!"

"..."

"Isn't that going too far? It's not like I'm fighting five people by myself."

Bai Mucheng waved his hands repeatedly, slightly blushing, "In the battle at Spek, Brother Mushi was there to help, and the old masters from headquarters were also observing."

"When fighting Dorian, there were even more people;"

"Sikorsky? That scene was like a gang beating; I almost felt sorry for him."

"But the person who truly made Dorr admit defeat was Guan Linchun—Brother Guan."

"As for Liu Longguang, I dare not presume to say so. Whether it's Brother Baki or the other experts, Liu Longguang's death was the cause of death..."

"..."

Tokugawa raised an eyebrow. "But regardless, you've been in every single battle. Is that just a coincidence?"

Shiraki Cheng grinned and said, "If I had to put it in a way, it would be that what I do allows me to travel more, which is why coincidences happen!"

Tokugawa stared at Shiraki, took a sip of hot tea, and smiled leisurely: "Not only are you physically robust, but you're also quite dashing in spirit!"

Bai Mucheng felt embarrassed by what was said and scratched his head.

Of course, he hadn't forgotten what Tokugawa Mitsunari wanted to know when he invited him today, so he recounted the events of the previous night in detail.

"..."

Tokugawa listened intently, clapping and exclaiming in admiration from time to time, laughing heartily, even widening his eyes, and finally slapping his thigh in frustration.

"Wow! I should have reminded you to call! I missed such a great show!"

Tokugawa gritted his teeth in frustration and muttered to himself:

"Kuroki Gensai of the Strange Arm Style, Guo Haihuang, a master of fist techniques, and even the headquarters has taken up swords? Not to mention Yujiro..."

"Oh dear! What a huge loss! Luckily you explained it to me."

Then, Tokugawa looked at Shiraki and said, "Shiraki, do you know who I am?"

This caught Shiraki Cheng off guard, so he tentatively asked, "Have you forgotten?"

"What?! Ah?!"

Tokugawa looked at him with a "you can't be serious" expression and waved his hand helplessly, "Me? I'm the organizer of the Tokyo Dome Underground Colosseum!"

He pointed to his head, "This part of my body contains information on the world's strongest people, and now it includes you!"

Bai Mucheng grinned, "That's truly an honor."

Tokugawa grinned, "So what I'm really interested in is, how far do you intend to fight?"

Will you become famous throughout the world with your Fighting Spirit Martial Arts School? Or will you win the championship in the 'Kengan Street Fighting Tournament'? Or will you challenge the [Champion] Baki Hanma?

"..."

Shiraki Shigeaki was puzzled by Tokugawa's words. "Why is it all about fame and fortune? Can't it include things like founding a sect?"

To everyone's surprise, Tokugawa suddenly straightened his expression and said, "If you want to reach the level of Guji or Shibukawa, you're working in the wrong direction!"

Bai Mucheng shrugged, neither confirming nor denying it.

Tokugawa took another sip of hot tea and said leisurely, "As expected, you still need to continue learning all sorts of skills."

Bai Mucheng nodded, "I've been thinking, perhaps that's my 'path'."

Tokugawa frowned. "You—aren't you afraid of biting off more than you can chew? You insist on doing this?"

"I can't bear to part with it."

Shiraki Seiya straightened his posture. "I have fought many battles, and finally, in Wu Zhili—when I fought Wu Lei'an to the death, I was able to vaguely sense it."

"What I have mastered cannot be called 'martial arts'; 'combat' would be a more accurate description!"

"..."

Tokugawa's expression was somewhat strange. "Not 'martial arts,' but you want to delve into the 'way of fighting'?"

"More or less?"

After a moment's thought, Shiraki Cheng gave an example:

"The 'Engine' that unifies knowledge and action, the 'Extreme Strike' that mobilizes over 36 trillion cells, the 'Parkour' movement, the 'Killing Intent Selection' that utilizes the wave of killing intent, the 'Precise Counterattack' that sees through the opponent's recovery animation, and the 'Timely Strike' that strikes at the right moment..."

“These skills cannot be called ‘martial arts,’ but they are indeed my ‘fighting.’”

"—It is proof of my existence, and also my ability to travel and explore 'what is power'."

"..."

Tokugawa crossed his arms. "Hmm! I've learned about many martial artists, but this is the first time I've heard someone say they want to master 'fighting'."

"is it?"

Tokugawa raised an eyebrow at Shiraki Sei, "You're not just a martial artist, you've become a true 'fighter'!"

Bai Mucheng smiled faintly, "No, it's not finished yet. I'm still training, and there are still many things I don't understand—that fascinate me."

Tokugawa asked curiously, "For example?"

"Hmm... Just the night before last, Baki asked me a question."

Shiraki recalled, "He asked me: What kind of battle do I want to fight?"

"My answer at the time was that the battles I wanted to fight were not about winning or losing, but simply about watching people fight with all their might and experiencing the meaning of 'strength'."

"But indeed, that was just a general feeling; I couldn't describe it in detail."

"..."

Seeing Shiraki's troubled expression, Tokugawa couldn't help but grin broadly, his face beaming with joy. "Hahaha! So beautiful!!"

Bai Mucheng tilted his head, "...Beautiful?"

Tokugawa sighed, "Of course! Warriors who roam and gain experience are the most valuable, since they can easily miss their 'growth period'!"

Shiraki Cheng found it all very strange, but there was nothing he could do about this "battle fanatic" old man.

The two enjoyed desserts and hot tea, and chatted for a while.

Seeing that the time had come, Tokugawa finally spoke up, "Shiraki, could you show me your understanding of 'fighting'?"

Shiramu Cheng had no reason to refuse.

He stood up from the cushion and looked around the reception room. It was quite spacious, with tatami mats on the floor and no clutter around it.