Super Fighting Tokyo.

[Rising and falling]

"...!"

Veins bulged around Wu Fengshui's eyes as he "liberated" himself, significantly enhancing his dynamic vision and instantly becoming alert.

If you move in accordance with Shiraki Cheng's speed, there is no way to dodge this kick; the only way to deal with it is to "take the blow"!

Swish!

Wu Fengshui took half a step forward, placed his hands on Bai Mucheng's shoulders, and jumped up to deliver a knee strike.

Wu Fengshui predicted that Bai Mucheng would only be able to retreat and defend, allowing him to gain the upper hand.

To her surprise, Bai Mucheng did not dodge at all, but instead twisted his body to the right, slid his raised right leg to the side, and pushed Wu Fengshui to the ground with his left hand.

Swish!

Wu Fengshui was almost hit on the grass, but Bai Mucheng reached out his right hand in time, caught her, and gently placed her on the ground.

"Wow--!"

Wu Fengshui lay on his back on the grass, sighed deeply, and said rather displeasedly, "Weren't you using karate? How did you suddenly switch to wrestling moves?"

Shiraki thought for a long time, "Naturally...right?"

This is the absolute truth.

Shiraki Cheng hadn't really thought too much about it; he just suddenly felt that "that's what I should do," so he did it, using the styles and techniques of both his masters, Ryu and Zangief.

Although I'm still a bit rusty with the movements, I feel they're quite effective in terms of the results during practice!

Bai Mucheng sat down on the spot, cross-legged and deep in thought.

Ryu and Zangief, his two masters, regarded him as their "disciple" and taught him their techniques.

Both Ryu and Zangief were once disciples of someone or learned techniques from a coach. After years of practical training, they developed their own fighting styles.

The legacy of a fighter is not static!

A person's physique, personality, mentality, and even innate muscle distribution and bone structure can vary to some extent.

If a disciple blindly imitates his master, he can at most get infinitely close to him, but he can never surpass him.

Ryu, Zangief, and the group of fighters still shrouded in illusion—what they hope for is that Shiraki will combine the moves they have taught him to create a fighting style that is unique to him!

"Great, fantastic!"

Bai Mucheng got excited, slapped his thigh, stood up from the ground, and reached out to pull up Wu Fengshui, who was lying on the ground.

The two continued to exchange blows.

……

……

Not far away, her younger sister, Sakurai Arisa, who had just finished school and completed her homework, was watching idly.

With nothing else to do, she went to a roadside store and bought some discounted potato chips, which she ate and drank with cola, aiming for an unhealthy but refreshing experience.

Beside Arisa—also enjoying herself—was a robust figure with a youthful face.

It's Maruk!

When they parted ways at the abandoned building that day, everyone left their addresses with Maruk.

However, Akagi Shigeru had no fixed abode, and Baku was also unpredictable, so Maruk would often visit Shiraki Shige's house when he was bored.

Arisa wasn't afraid of the tall and strong Maruk at all, and they became fast friends after just two meetings.

"Maruk, here, potato chips."

"Thank you, Arisa-nee!"

"Call me 'little sister'..."

"Okay, Arisa-nee!"

"..."

Yu Sha was speechless, but she felt that this dialogue was particularly classic.

"Seriously, where did my brother pick you up from? Did he beat you up in a fight and make you stupid...?"

"Sweetie~ Sweetie, what snacks do you want to eat tomorrow? I'll go buy them for you!"

Arisa Sakurai—this active high school girl with an enormous heart—is chugging cola with one hand and rubbing Maruk's head with the other.

It felt like petting a stray cat... or a dog, something was definitely off...

……

……

After several more rounds of drills, Bai Mucheng and Wu Fengshui were both exhausted, covered in sweat, and panting heavily.

Wu Fengshui lost more than he won, which inevitably made him unhappy. So, taking advantage of Bai Mucheng's fatigue, he used his agile physique to dart behind Bai Mucheng and tried to choke him naked.

Bai Mucheng raised his hand to protect his neck first, blocking Wu Fengshui's arm, and the two were locked in a stalemate for a moment.

Wu Fengshui rested his chin on Bai Mucheng's head and said with a grin, "Bai Mucheng, just admit defeat, or you won't be able to move!"

Bai Mucheng tried, and although he couldn't break free from Wu Fengshui, he managed to take steps against the weight of the other man by relying on the strength of his waist, abdomen, and lower limbs.

"..."

The two were incredibly stubborn, neither willing to lose this final round, resulting in a stalemate.

What broke this situation was a car that drove in from the end of the street.

The car stopped in front of the Shiraki family's house, and Akiyama Kaede, the secretary of the Nogi Group, got out of the car, carrying a stack of folders in her hands.

Akiyama Kaede looked up and was stunned to see the two people, covered in sweat and entangled together.

"Did I come at the wrong time?"

"No, you've come at just the right time..."

Bai Mucheng forced out these words through gritted teeth. Seeing that Wu Fengshui still had no intention of loosening her limbs, he could only stiffen his neck and hoarsely say, "Miss Qiushan, it's been a long time..."

"……indeed."

Akiyama Kaede didn't waste any words, bowed and thanked him, saying, "Thank you for your hard work on the previous request. Nogi Group will provide appropriate compensation, and we will definitely make you satisfied."

"The compensation is for 'Kengan-kai membership.' Would you like to join the Kengan-kai?"

Akiyama Kaede adjusted his glasses and smiled, "Not just as a hired fighter, but as a full member of the Kengan Association who is qualified to initiate Kengan matches."

"The Nogi Group can connect you with them."

Chapter Thirty-Nine: One Hundred Million Yen

Akiyama Kaede got straight to the point, and what she said carried considerable weight.

"Would you like to join the Kengan Association? The Nogi Group can help you make the connection."

— "Joining" here refers to joining the Kengan Association and becoming a member, not to being a hired fighter.

The intricacies and details involved are far more complex than simply changing from "Party B" to "Party A," and therefore require detailed discussion.

"Um--!"

Bai Mucheng exerted a sudden force, forcibly prying apart Wu Fengshui's legs that were wrapped around his neck, then clamped his hands under Wu Fengshui's armpits, lifting Wu Fengshui up in front of him with his feet dangling in mid-air.

"Ha ha!"

Wu Fengshui didn't care. He smiled, raised his legs, and lightly pushed off the white wooden support against his chest to break free from the other person's hand. He then jumped back half a step and landed unsteadily.

"That's enough playing, Shiraki-chan. Go and talk about serious matters."

Wu Fengshui fanned himself with his palm and looked around. "By the way, do you have a bathroom at home? You're sweating a lot..."

Bai Mucheng pointed to the side—his own dojo's dilapidated building. "There's a bathroom on the side. The room has been reinforced. It's not big, but there's hot water."

"Thank you!"

Wu Fengshui stretched his arms while humming a little tune as he left.

Shiraki was about to entertain Akiyama Kaede when he suddenly realized that he was also covered in sweat, his skin felt sticky and uncomfortable, and he looked rather rude.

He then told Akiyama to make himself at home, and that he needed to take a shower first.

Upon hearing this, Wu Fengshui, who had just found the bathroom, perked up. "Bai Muqin, would you like to shower together?"

"No, it's too crowded," Bai Mucheng said calmly, having almost gotten used to it. "There are buckets of water outside, I can just rinse myself off."

……

……

Shiraki Seung briefly left.

With nothing else to do, Yusa went over to greet him as usual, bringing over a table and chairs for Akiyama Kaede to sit down, and pouring him hot tea.

Akiyama Kaede nodded her thanks and slowly sipped her drink.

She had already met Shiraki Masaru's younger sister, Sakurai Arisa, when she was here last time, and thought highly of the young girl.

As the chairman's secretary, Akiyama Kaede is quite good at judging people, so she can see that Yusa has an excellent attitude and is a rare talent in a large company.

But during this meeting, Akiyama Kaede had a strange doubt—was Arisa's mentality too good?

For example, there's another person sitting at the table now, which seems strange, but Yusa doesn't seem to care at all.

He was a rather robust man, with a physique no less than Shiramu Cheng's, but his expression was blank and silly as he obediently ate a bag of potato chips.

“His name is Maruk.” Arisa introduced the two to each other. “Maruk, this is Akiyama Kaede.”

"Hello, sister!" Maruk greeted her earnestly.

Akiyama Kaede nodded in response. After all, there were many strange people in the Kengan Association, and it wouldn't be difficult to adapt after getting to know them more.

Let's focus on our work first!