Super Fighting Tokyo.

Regardless of whether that slight feeling was truly "spiritual power," Shiraki already had experience dealing with "waves of killing intent."

"All battles and strength must ultimately confront the 'waves of killing intent'."

"So, all fighting spirit and emotions will eventually come into contact with mental power—or rather, 'soul power'."

Bai Mucheng grinned and chuckled to himself:

"Whether it's the fluctuation of killing intent or mental strength, it's like martial arts—something you can enjoy the process of improving upon."

"Now that we've started exploring the fluctuations of killing intent, I'd also like to try exploring—the limits of fighting spirit!"

More blood vessels appeared in the whites of Shiramu Cheng's eyes.

A powerful will takes over the body, completely abandoning all unconsciousness, and ignites the engine with fighting spirit!

"With strong willpower, one might eventually reach the level of 'soul power' through cultivation?"

"..."

Shiraki's idea made Edward frown.

This is the first time I've heard your idea, and it sounds like a jumbled mess! Besides, mental energy isn't something you can just use whenever you want.

{Take your time. I can demonstrate the moves, but whether you learn them is up to you; I don't care.}

Edward waved his hand to disperse the ink, looked at Okubo on the field, and urged Shiraki to hurry up.

That guy's strong, but if you put in the effort, it shouldn't be too difficult to deal with. Get it done quickly!

"..."

Bai Mucheng, however, had other ideas. "It's a rare battle, so I should enjoy it again. After all, there won't be another one exactly like this. Perhaps I can learn more from it."

Ed is impatient, {who taught you that?}

Bai Mucheng grinned, "Another master."

{Wow! OK!}

Dijon gave a thumbs-up and grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth as encouragement.

Edward: {……}

Ed: {Where did you come from?}

But despite his words, Edward did not intend to stop Shiraki Cheng, after all, this was his own battle, and no one had any reason to interfere.

……

……

"call!"

Bai Mucheng exhaled a breath of hot, bloody air.

At the same time, Okubo also took the opportunity to make a complete adjustment in order to ensure the continuity of the next round of fierce attacks.

"..."

Bai Mucheng grinned and said, "Hit, throw, choke, lock - a seamless combination that completely pulls the opponent into your rhythm."

Okubo laughed heartily, "Not bad, right? This is my forte!"

Bai Mucheng lowered his head slightly, letting the blood drip down his face.

"It is indeed your strength, but for me, it is not 'intense' enough."

"..."

After speaking, Shiramu turned to the side. He slowly stepped forward, continuing to maintain the stance as his left arm weakened.

Okubo adjusted himself and moved forward.

The commentator exclaimed, "The two heroes are moving towards each other again! Both are moving slowly, but there's a tense atmosphere that suggests they're about to clash!"

"..."

Bai Mucheng's stance gradually stabilized.

In the stands, Gaolang's gaze sharpened. "It's the Philadelphia Shell style. Shiraki Cheng is going to box? Why would he box?!"

Xiaoyuzhou was equally puzzled, "Faced with Okubo, who has mastered all the techniques, is Shiraki-san going to use boxing to deal with him?"

Meanwhile, Xiao Ali in the lounge also noticed the screen.

"..."

"Bai Mucheng slightly changed his stance, keeping his front shoulder raised but his front fist drooping and swinging, using the classic 'Philadelphia Shell' stance!"

The commentator was utterly astonished, "What kind of effect could such a small change have!?"

"..."

Gradually, Shiraki could no longer hear anything else; all that remained was the battle before him, and his own will and thoughts.

No, that's not enough...

Shiraki Cheng maintained the [engine], swaying his left fist forward to experience the subtle sensations.

First, the skin, muscles, blood vessels, bones... are removed.

Only consciousness remains!

However, fighting spirit alone is not enough to be called "spiritual strength".

Even if you have abandoned the "unconscious," other emotions still remain within you, such as pain, pleasure, anticipation, and tension...

These distracting thoughts haven't been eliminated yet, so it can't be called pure fighting spirit!

Using this to drive the body will inevitably result in a slight "slowness," and cannot be considered complete focus.

We must also eliminate distracting thoughts and transform them into pure fighting spirit—what we might call "mental strength."

If you can't do the whole body, start with one arm, or even a fist or a finger.

It's not just about using "consciousness" to drive the body, but something much deeper—using "fighting spirit in the mind" to drive it!

This level of focus is something that humans cannot reach!

However, if you truly want to do it...

What exactly is the "inner self"? Is it the brain? Or the thoughts within it? Or perhaps... the soul?

Spiritual power—also known as "the power of the soul."

Therefore, the source of the body driven by "fighting spirit" is not a certain organ, but one's own "soul"!

"..."

Shiraki Cheng's left forearm, which was slightly forward, began to sway gently.

He was certain that his left arm was still there, but it had vaguely lost its shape, driven by his fighting spirit, and become a fleeting "soul".

The closer to the tip of the left arm, the blurrier it becomes.

Ah, so light...

Shiramu Cheng thought to himself.

Like "one's own" left arm, it was completely controlled by "one's own mental power"!

Let your body become your soul, completely lose the concept of weight, and push the release of strength to its limit!

That is—soul-level exhaustion!

"..."

Shiraki Cheng exuded an unsettling aura.

A bead of sweat rolled down Okubo's forehead, but he still went forward without flinching.

"It's ideal for me that you can choose to attack head-on."

"I want to get into this kind of aggressive rhythm!"

Swish!

Okubo lunged forward, grappling at Shiraki, but in reality, he was preparing for a mid-range strike.

But the instant he stepped into the span of Shiramoto's left arm—

Ode!

Shiraki Chengna's left arm, which had already become a "soul," suddenly punched out in a jabbing stance, as if his left forearm had completely disappeared, at an unbelievable speed.

Snapped……

What was even more unexpected was that Shiraki Cheng did not throw a punch, but instead spread his five fingers and "grabbed" Okubo's right wrist.

【Edge's Mental Flash Punch】!

This move can be used as a jab, or to grab your opponent and pull them in front of you!

Swish!

Shiraki pulled back with force, bringing Okubo close to him, chest to chest.

At this distance, Okubo's previous "strikes" were completely ineffective, and his offensive rhythm was disrupted.

"—?!"

Okubo was startled and hadn't yet reacted.

Shiramu Cheng was equally astonished, but also a little delighted, with the joy of completing a new move and the anticipation of exploring the next one.

"So, what's next..."

Shiraki made a casual choice, delivering a low sweeping kick to Okubo's shin, then hoisted his arm and tossed him away.

【Longo Backhand Throw】!

Whoosh!

Chapter 364 The Beginning of the Rhythm