Super Fighting Tokyo.

"Yes, this place is fine too."

As he spoke, Bai Mucheng took a few steps back, raised his arms, assumed the defensive stance of "Gu Lie," and began to make empty swinging motions with his fists and feet.

Swish swish!

His rapid and continuous punches and kicks, combined with excellent speed and stability, showcased his superb form and were a delight to watch.

"Oh...oh oh!"

Tokugawa nodded repeatedly. "This is military combat technique, isn't it? The style is more serious than Kaia's; it's a very resilient stance."

However, Tokugawa was slightly disappointed that this was all there was to it, since he had seen far too many masters who could perform similar moves.

Suddenly, the next second—

Swish, snap!

Bai Mucheng slightly adjusted his movements, and as he threw a spinning backhand punch, he immediately followed it with a straight punch, causing the surrounding atmosphere to suddenly freeze.

Having witnessed countless battles, Tokugawa Mitsunari could clearly sense that—

These two punches look very graceful on their own, but when combined, they suddenly change, appearing to surge with fighting spirit!

"...Huh??"

Tokugawa blinked, somewhat puzzled.

Shiraki resumed his fighting stance, "This is the [Memoir], it will be even more obvious during battle."

While he was speaking, he was also analyzing himself, not wanting to waste a single second.

"When should you play the shot? What judgment should you make? What will be the effect after you play it? What should you do next?"

"These are things that I should have figured out from the very beginning of my training, but now I'm getting more and more confused and don't understand them at all."

"But that feeling is good for me, it's 'fantastic'!"

"..."

"Oh! Hmm..."

Upon hearing this, Tokugawa paused for a moment, then scratched his head and said, "If that's the case, I don't really understand either. How about we go to the dojo?"

Bai Mucheng laughed upon hearing this, already having sensed something, and gestured with his chin to the side, "With him?"

Tokugawa's lips curled up, and his smile grew wider and wider. "Because when it comes to fighting, you still need an opponent!"

"Come out. Bai Mu noticed long ago. After all, you're not a master at concealing your presence."

As soon as he finished speaking, a handsome man opened the door and walked in from next door. He was wearing a black suit and had his hair slicked back.

"This is the captain of the guards of this mansion—Hideaki Kano."

Tokugawa happily introduced, "Isn't it a coincidence? It shares the same surname as Kano Akagi, the 'tooth' of Katahara Metsudo!"

"Although there is a certain difference between me and that [Fang] in terms of offensive power, I, 'Gana', am a master of defense."

The old man snapped his folding fan shut with a "whoosh," his eyes crinkling with laughter.

"Hehe~! You two, why don't you demonstrate?"

Chapter 348 Defense and Offense

Tokugawa Residence.

"Hehe~! You two, why don't you demonstrate?"

Tokugawa Mitsunari grinned, looked at Shiraki Shō and Kano Hideaki, and said with a grin, "The reception room isn't appropriate, shall we go to the dojo?"

"..."

Hideaki Kano naturally agreed, and Shiraki Shiroki did not refuse.

The two set off, one on the left and one on the right, following the old man towards the indoor dojo of the mansion.

During the journey, Tokugawa couldn't contain his joy and began to introduce Shiraki to him with a smile.

"This 'Kana Hideaki' used to be one of the fighters in the underground arena! But he later focused on defense and rarely went into the ring anymore."

Tokugawa raised his hand and patted Kana's lower back.

"This kid has achieved some success in the underground arena, but compared to Baki Hanma and others, he is still far behind."

“A long time ago, Baki came to my house wanting to participate in the underground fighting arena, so he fought with Gana. Gana lost badly and even had his arm broken.”

"..."

Ghana shook his head helplessly, "Sir, please don't expose my shortcomings."

"Haha, after all, the opponent is Baki!"

Tokugawa laughed a few times, then changed the subject and continued to Shiraki:

"Although this Ghana is only the 'bottom of the C League,' he is perfectly suited to be the 'captain of the mansion'."

"Because he is very good at 'defense'."

……

……

As they spoke, the three of them walked through the corridor and arrived at the Tokugawa dojo.

Compared to the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall, this dojo is clearly more traditional in style, with wooden floors and basic equipment such as sandbags.

Shiraki Shō and Kano Hideaki walked into the dojo and stood on either side of each other, a few meters apart.

"..."

Bai Mucheng was wearing loose trousers, but his summer shirt had been changed to a long-sleeved one, a casual style chosen for him by Wu Fengshui, and he was still barefoot.

Hideaki Kano was dressed in a casual suit and was also barefoot.

Tokugawa, standing in the middle, raised an eyebrow and smiled, "You don't need to take off your clothes, do you?"

The old man looked left and right, unable to hide his joy. "After all, it's not a formal competition, just a demonstration, but it's more like a real match."

Neither Shiraki nor Ghana had any objections.

Before the battle began, Tokugawa looked at Kano and raised his hand to introduce Shiraki Shō on the other side.

"Ghana, this is the [Fighting Spirit] who defeated multiple death row inmates. In your eyes, as a master of defense, what do you see?"

"..."

Ghana straightened his expression and looked at Bai Mucheng seriously.

After all, he was a fighter who could arouse the "expectations" of his master, and Gana never underestimated Shiraki Cheng.

But when he actually stood opposite Shiramu Cheng, with the idea of ​​fighting him, he couldn't help but feel nervous and could sense even more.

The air around Bai Mucheng began to distort, gathering some kind of power, as if it could rush towards him at any moment!

"Killing intent... no, it should be called fighting spirit?"

A bead of sweat rolled down Ghana's forehead as he pursed his lips and sighed, "It's not nice to say this, but in a real fight, I probably couldn't beat him."

“However,” he changed the subject, “if it were a competition, I could also demonstrate my strengths!”

Seeing the confident Ghana, Tokugawa became even more delighted.

Shiramu Cheng grinned. "Great, fantastic!"

He rolled up his sleeves, looked at the handsome Ghana, and said, "Well then, let's begin..."

……

……

Shiraki Sei, yes, Kano Hideaki.

The former took the lead in assuming a stance, standing sideways with a slightly more relaxed posture than during the deathmatch, still using his right arm to protect his ribs, his left arm to press down, and his left shoulder to protect his jaw.

Surprisingly, Ghana then made the same gesture as Shiraki.

"Brother, I know very well how powerful you are."

Ghana looked at Shiraki seriously, "So, I can only do my best—come on!"

"Aha!"

Bai Mucheng found it interesting, so he pushed off the ground with his back foot, and his body moved like an arrow released from a bow, creating a strong gust of wind.

【Charge with Fighting Spirit】!

Ode!

Bai Mucheng quickly glided forward, instantly closing in on Ghana, hooking his fingers into a half-clenched fist, and swiftly unleashing three drunken punches.

clap clap clap!

After three quick punches, Ghana took two with his left arm, and the last one was aimed straight at his jaw, but was blocked by his palm.

They blocked them all?

And...do they not fight back at all?

Bai Mucheng was somewhat surprised, his stance became much more solid, and he clenched his fist again.

【Ryuo's Unbreakable Triple Strike】!

"brake!"

He pushed off the ground and twisted his waist, throwing a quick mid-section punch, but it was blocked again by Ghana's palm.

The next kick was a right sweeping kick, which Ghana dodged by jumping up.

Bai Mucheng seized the opportunity, took a small step back, feinted a rhythm, and then swiftly kicked forward with his left foot.

Swish!

The kick was aimed straight at Ghana, who was suspended in mid-air. Just as it was about to hit, Ghana blocked it again by clamping his knee with his elbow.