Super Fighting Tokyo.

"Yes!"

Bai Mucheng put his hands on his hips and laughed, "Exploring the concept of 'power' is indeed dangerous and terrifying, and it's not simple at all."

He raised an eyebrow at Little Ali, thinking of something amusing, and then suppressed a laugh.

"If you want to explore 'what is power,' you will inevitably come into contact with some 'dangerous forces' sooner or later."

"And now I've come this far, awakening that kind of superpower—a power beyond comprehension!"

Shiramu gripped his left hand, looking tense, with beads of sweat dripping down his face.

"There are terrifying powers locked inside my left arm and in my brain!"

"if……"

"I mean, if I were to be consumed by that power, I would no longer be myself, but become something truly terrifying!"

"Kill you all! Then rule the world! And while you're at it, wear a military cap and some old-fashioned shoulder pads..."

"..."

These words left everyone staring at each other in disbelief.

Wu Fengshui, Xiaoyuzhou, Yousha, and Maruk—the four more lively ones, plus the little old man Tokugawa—were waving their hands and shaking their heads so fast they left afterimages, and said in unison:

"No, no, no, absolutely impossible."

"..."

Bai Mucheng said with a serious expression, "I don't know when it started, but I can't stop for even a second. I even dream about how to fight at night."

“I want to know ‘what is strength’ and I really enjoy the process of exploring it.”

Bai Mucheng grinned and continued his nonsense: "Only with this can I touch the 'waves of killing intent' and 'spiritual power'!"

Everyone wore a helpless expression, but some people were able to keep up with the joke.

"Great!" Lalma clapped his hands and laughed heartily, "I wish you all the best."

"Great, fantastic!"

Bai Mucheng laughed a few times, then suddenly changed the subject, "Sorry, I'm sorry, superpowers and all that stuff are just a lie."

Everyone's faces immediately darkened. "We already know that without you even saying it!"

Shiramu Cheng smiled and said, "The passion and actions that arise when I'm doing something—like fighting—are what I want."

He put his arm around Wu Fengshui's shoulder, turned around and called out to Uesa and Maruk, and also brought along Imai Kosuke.

"gone!"

"I'll go get my tooth bandaged and filled first, then figure out what to have for supper!"

Chapter 367 Autumn Days

Five days later, at the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall.

It was in the early hours of the morning.

Before dawn, Bai Mucheng had already gotten up.

Inside, the short-haired girl was still asleep, so Shiramu Cheng moved very quietly, finally closing the door behind him and going to the practice dojo on the first floor.

A small crack was left in the window, letting in a gentle autumn breeze that kept the temperature in the indoor practice area just right.

"..."

There are washrooms right next to the practice field.

Splash...

After brushing his teeth and washing his face, Shiramu Cheng grinned at the mirror, revealing a set of white teeth.

It makes a crisp sound after a few crunches.

The surgeon at the underground arena is also an excellent dentist, perhaps due to his extensive practice, as his dental work combines aesthetics and functionality.

……

……

After washing up, Shiraki Cheng went to the indoor practice area.

Wearing a loose shirt and shorts, barefoot on the dojo floor, they punched, kicked, jumped, and moved around, doing dynamic warm-ups.

His training plan for today was not long-distance running, but indoor striking practice.

Whoosh~ Whoosh whoosh!

Extremely rapid punches, combined with footwork, and frequent changes in posture, unleashing swift and powerful foot strikes.

Gradually, Shiramu Cheng worked up a comfortable sweat, and all his muscles became active.

"call……"

The warm-up lasted about an hour.

Outside the window, the morning light faintly peeks through the gaps between the tall buildings in the distance.

Shiraki went to the sidelines, faced the 150kg heavy sandbag inside, stood sideways, and assumed a Philadelphia shell boxing stance.

huh~~

clap clap clap!

The rapid barrage of jabs struck the bandaged sandbag repeatedly, producing a series of muffled thuds that sounded quite pleasant.

After testing the waters with a few punches, Shiramu Cheng's movements gradually slowed down.

All engines are running!

Forcefully take control of the body with your consciousness, discard unnecessary unconsciousness, and bring every detail under your control.

Starting from his left fingertips, he began to relax and lose his strength, removing the "non-fighting spirit" from his left arm, swaying and becoming ethereal.

In the end, his left arm was left with only "fighting spirit," turning into a weightless soul!

Right now—

【Edge's Mental Flash Punch】!

call out!

Shiraki Sei's left jab struck the side of the sandbag, deforming and twisting the entire bag, leaving a dent in the center.

tick...

The next instant, the beads of sweat that had been flung off Bai Mucheng finally fell to the ground.

At this moment, the sandbag returned to its original shape, swaying back and forth slightly, and the iron chains used to fix it collided, making crisp sounds.

Splash!

The movement was so fast it was almost surreal, reaching a level of spiritual speed!

But as [Fighting King] Okubo said, one can't secure victory with just "one move," and may even be used against you by your opponent.

"..."

The weight returned to his left arm, causing Bai Mucheng to stumble.

He searched for the feeling of "exhaustion" again, remained silent for a few minutes, and then threw his next jab, which still made a "whoosh" sound.

This time, Shiraki Cheng didn't "hit" him, but instead "pulled" him.

Swish!

He grabbed the bandage on the surface of the sandbag and pulled it toward himself.

Although his finger strength is not as good as Rito's, and his grip strength is not as good as Hanayama Kaoru's, Shiraki Sho's five fingers are still at the "fighter" level.

Therefore, even if he exerts force casually, he can still tear the sandbag with a cracking sound.

[Mental Flash Punch] Second Strike!

The purpose of this move is not to cause damage through "grabbing", but to strike by "losing strength" and to restrain the opponent through "pulling".

"Huh...huh..."

Shiraki Cheng breathed steadily, recalling the feeling he had just experienced.

This "jab pull" move targets the opponent's openings in their moves, forcibly closing the distance and forcing the opponent to engage in combat.

{…}

The ink surged and rippled, outlining the illusory figure of Edward.

Mental power isn't something you can just use whenever you want.

{—Or rather, this applies to any dangerous force, including all the random things you possess.}

Ed crossed his arms and leaned against the wall.

{That's a good idea. After all, even the most powerful moves require practicing the basics first. That's how I learned martial arts when I was a kid.}

After observing for a moment, he finally couldn't hold back any longer, and stepped towards Bai Mucheng, raising his hand to greet him:

You seem to be doing well.

Call me now, let me see how you are doing.

"..."

Shiraki Cheng was waiting for these words: "Thank you, Master!"

Ed curled his lip, {Tch, even if you call me that, I won't go easy on you during training.}

The two adopted similar stances, both in the Philadelphia Shell style, exchanging blows with each other using boxing techniques, occasionally interspersed with footwork that pounded the floor.

Squeak!

*Snap! Whoosh!*