Super Fighting Tokyo.

Ghana wiped his nose, stood up, and nodded to Shiramu Cheng, "Thank you for showing mercy."

"It's just practice, don't worry about it!"

Bai Mucheng's eyes still gleamed as he grinned and gestured, "Brother Ghana, shall we play again?"

"No, I give up."

Ghana waved his hands repeatedly, still shaken, especially when he touched his groin. "Just now, I almost died several times!"

"..."

Bai Mucheng withdrew his hand, the surge of killing intent temporarily subsided, and the glint in his eyes gradually dimmed.

At this moment, Tokugawa stepped forward and exclaimed, "Oh...!! So you actually defeated the defense expert, Kano Hideaki, without any chance to fight back?"

The old man swished open his folding fan with a "whoosh," and exclaimed with a chuckle, "That's really impressive!"

"..."

Ghana took out a handkerchief and wiped the beads of blood from his forehead.

"Although I knew I couldn't win, I never expected this outcome. You're even stronger than when you fought Hao Hongye."

Ghana looked at Shiramu Cheng, puzzled, and asked, "What exactly happened with that punch you just threw?"

Whether it's a powerful attack, a quick punch to break through defenses, or even throwing techniques—it's all within Ghana's expectations.

But he never expected that Bai Mucheng would break through his defenses with such a bizarre combination of attacks!

"Yeah, why?"

Tokugawa couldn't understand either, then suddenly thought of something.

"Speaking of 'inevitable,' the martial arts skills of the 'God of War' seem to be the same, relying on more than fifty years of basic training."

"Shiraki, can you really achieve something like this, unparalleled!?"

"..."

Bai Mucheng shook his head repeatedly, "Compared to Brother Dubu, I am much less skilled and far inferior to his impeccable basic punches and kicks."

"My method of breaking through defenses and blocks is to use lighter punches to get ahead of Brother Ghana's reaction and thus gain the upper hand."

Swish.

Bai Mucheng stretched out his fist and gestured.

“Even though my punch was blocked, it still hit Brother Ghana and had a ‘hitting effect’.”

"Then, as long as my recovery is faster—faster than Garner's next defense, I can act before him and use a throw."

"And when Brother Ghana falls to the ground, it's even simpler. As long as we anticipate his movements as he gets up, we can catch him before he can defend himself."

Shiraki stroked his chin and murmured, "This is something I just came up with."

"Unlike Brother Doppo, if I had to say... it feels more like Shibukawa-sensei's Aikido, a technique that targets human reflexes."

The more he pondered it, the more engrossed he became, completely oblivious to the two people beside him.

"But this is just a contest. Brother Ghana has no intention of attacking at all. The situation will be different in actual combat. What will happen then?"

"This is my understanding of the way of fighting—but I only have a rudimentary form at the moment, and I cannot fully utilize my skills, let alone delve into them deeply enough."

"It's far from enough..."

As he spoke, Bai Mucheng couldn't help but exude fighting spirit again, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

That ferocious fighting spirit surged forth, transforming into a near-tangible killing intent that spread throughout the dojo, even distorting the air.

This scene made Tokugawa and Kano both swallow hard, feeling that Shiraki Shō possessed a kind of inexplicable fanaticism.

Ghana pursed his lips and sighed, "No wonder he's a 'fighter' who willingly threw himself into the underground."

In short—

Tokugawa smiled happily and said, "After you've finished exercising, how about we go have a cup of tea?"

……

……

The three returned to the reception room.

Tokugawa sat upright on the cushion, teasing Kano beside him, "Do you understand now? This is the level of skill required to defeat the [Demon] Wu Lei'an!"

Kano stood beside Tokugawa, and said helplessly in a low voice, "It was clearly you, sir, who wanted to see this..."

Tokugawa's eyes widened. "Hmm—?"

Ghana changed his tune, saying, "Amazing! Today has truly been an eye-opening experience!"

Tokugawa was quite satisfied and leisurely fiddled with his fan, "Hahaha!"

"..."

Ghana thought for a moment, then changed the subject and said seriously:

"But in any case, we have had a very fruitful time recently."

"After losing to Baki Hanma, I focused on training my defensive techniques and thought I had made great progress, but I ended up losing one after another."

"Today's practice counts as one session; there was another one not long ago."

Ghana looked at Shiraki and recalled:

"Just recently, Katahara Metsudo came to visit my master, and I had a similar sparring match with [Metsudo's Fang]."

"He also broke through my defenses, but unlike Shiraki's style, that warrior named 'Gana A' is simply a monster!"

"Swift movements, unrestrained postures, superb skills, and unbelievably fast..."

After chatting for a few moments, Kano learned that Tokugawa had other business with Shiraki, so he turned and took his leave to continue his duties as the guard of the mansion.

……

……

Shiraki Cheng was still enjoying high-end desserts with premium tea.

Tokugawa then took out a pipe, slowly stuffed it with tobacco, lit it, and started smoking.

"Brother Shiraki, I have come to understand your fighting techniques."

"But I'm not the only one interested in you."

Tokugawa looked at Shiraki and exhaled a puff of white smoke.

“A Kengan fighter who was participating in the competition for the first time asked his employer to tell me that he really wanted to have a match with you.”

"..."

Shiraki Cheng certainly hadn't forgotten that it was still during the "Kengan Zetsumei Street Championship," and with each round of selection, the level of the participants was getting higher and higher.

Therefore, Shiraki Cheng was somewhat curious, "First time participating in a battle? Is it a street fighting tournament?"

"No, it's not a street fight, it's just a regular Kengan match, held in the underground fighting arena of the Tokyo Dome."

Tokugawa raised an eyebrow. "Your opponent is just as skilled as you, proficient in various fighting techniques, and even more famous than you!"

Bai Mucheng sighed helplessly, "You're good at keeping people in suspense!"

Tokugawa then straightened his expression and introduced, "This is Naoya Okubo, a fighter hired by Muji TV."

"..."

After saying that name, Shiraki looked at Tokugawa, and Tokugawa was also looking at Shiraki. The old man and the young man stared at each other.

Then, Shiramu Cheng's lips curled up, and he finally grinned, showing his teeth and laughing very happily.

Tokugawa laughed heartily, with an expression that said, "I knew I didn't need to ask."

"Great, fantastic!"

"Right, right?"

The match is set!

……

……

The Tokugawa family's premium teas were very expensive, so Shiraki Shō didn't dare to ask for them.

However, the Tokugawa family's high-end desserts were "generally not cheap," so Shiraki Shigeki packed three portions to take back to the Fighting Spirit Dojo.

For Wu Fengshui, You Sha, and of course Maruk.

"..."

Tokugawa remained as hospitable as ever, seeing him off at the door.

As they passed the front courtyard, Kano suddenly came up and told Tokugawa, "My lord, we have a guest visiting."

At that moment, the "guest" was standing at the front door, easily visible with a simple glance up—

He was a robust young Black man with brown skin, dressed in casual clothes, sporting slicked-back hair, and wearing a confident smile.

"oh oh!"

Tokugawa, clearly recognizing the face, smiled happily and said, "I originally thought you'd come tomorrow, but it seems the schedule is a bit faster than expected!"

"Sorry, my flight was rescheduled. Maybe they wanted me to arrive earlier."

The young Black man was neither reserved nor impolite. "You must be Mr. Tokugawa Mitsunari? I heard you're a fan of my father."

"Haha, there's no one in this world who isn't a fan of your father, right?"

Tokugawa laughed heartily and introduced Shiraki Shigeaki to him: "This is 'Muhammad Ali Jr.,' also known as Ali II."

"His father was none other than the famous legendary boxer, Muhammad Ali."

"..."

Xiao Ali smiled and stepped forward, extending his hand. Bai Mucheng smiled and shook his hand.

Tokugawa, who was standing nearby, also introduced Shiraki Shō.

Xiao Ali asked, "Do I need a signature?"