Super Fighting Tokyo.

……

……

It's unclear how many rounds of attack and defense they went through.

In short, before Shiraki Sei's new teeth were almost "knocked out" again, the sun rose fully, letting sunlight into the practice field.

{Not bad, keep up the good work!}

Edward withdrew his fists, skipped a few steps, and waved goodbye.

The swirling ink dissipated.

Exhausted, Shiraki collapsed to the ground, his body soaked in sweat, panting heavily. It took several minutes for him to finally calm down and his heart rate to slow.

"..."

He stood up again and began stretching and doing flexibility exercises, gradually reducing the intensity until all his muscles returned to normal temperature.

Afterwards, Shiraki took a shower, not in a hurry.

Today it's Maruk's turn to make breakfast.

This robust young man, though he has to start over with the mindset of a child, has a strong learning ability and a kind heart.

Soon, Maruk brought out a warm "autumn breeze" breakfast from the kitchen.

"Brother Cheng, Sister Yusa, Sister Fengshui! Maruk has made breakfast!"

The weather was getting a bit cool, so the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Academy no longer ate outdoors in the courtyard as they did in the summer, but instead moved to the living room on the second floor.

The interior design here was also handled by "Maoji Architecture," which uses warm colors, creating a very relaxing atmosphere.

"..."

The four sat around the dining table, enjoying their meal and chatting idly from time to time.

Maruk recounted his recent outings and adventures with the Baku;

Arisa has already started school, so besides talking about her friends, she also occasionally complains about homework.

It seems that the assignments at Royal Sakura Girls' Academy are very comprehensive, including not only textbook exercises but also all sorts of random social practice activities.

Wu Fengshui then spoke of matters concerning the Wu clan;

"My older brother said he received a commission and will be coming to Tokyo soon. I wonder what Grandpa's plans are..."

The girl rested her chin on her hand, swaying slightly, and leaned against Bai Mucheng's arm.

"..."

……

After breakfast, it's time to digest and rest.

Maruk went to clean the kitchen, while Yusa went back to her room to do her homework.

Wu Fengshui sat at the living room table, playing with and maintaining the firearms.

Shiraki Seiichi sat on the sofa next to him, flipping through a book. If he didn't understand something, he would discuss it with "Zangief" next to him.

Occasionally, they would discover interesting things, and Shiraki Cheng would laugh heartily with Zangief—a doctor who reads more than three hundred books a year.

……

……

The leisurely morning is about to end.

Bai Mucheng glanced at the time; it was almost time for the equipment workout. He then snapped the book shut.

Just then, a guest arrived outside the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall.

—Baki Hanma.

The boy was wearing a long-sleeved tracksuit and a hat. A thin layer of sweat glistened on his forehead, and he was breathing heavily.

It's obvious at a glance that Baki is doing his usual long-distance running training again.

In the early hours of the morning, I set off from my residence in Tokyo and ran all the way to "Aokigahara Forest" to see an ancient tree called "Elder", before finally turning back.

The total distance is extremely long, making it a standard "Baki Hanma" style long-distance run.

On the way back, you can pass by the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall by simply adjusting your route.

Baki does this occasionally—to get some fresh air and clear his mind so he can continue training when he gets home.

Sometimes, it's just a greeting; occasionally, it might stay a few minutes longer.

This time, Baki surprisingly entered the room, asked Shiraki for a towel to wipe his sweat, and immediately felt much more comfortable.

"Thank you, Brother Baimu."

Baki let out a long sigh, glanced outside the courtyard, and then reminded Shiraki, "Excuse me, it seems... I'll have to trouble you to prepare another towel, he's following us."

"..."

Shiraki followed Baki's gaze.

Following closely behind the boy was a young man dressed in a black tracksuit.

It is "Mohammed Ali Jr".

—Little Ali.

Chapter 368 Ari-style Kung Fu

In Bai Mucheng's plan, the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall is not a sect or dojo, but a more modern fighting center.

Therefore, this place will not refuse any fighters.

Even if you just want to come and sit for a while, the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Academy will welcome you with open doors.

This certainly doesn't align with the logic of business operations, but Bai Mucheng is happy to do it, and with numerous sponsors and partners, he doesn't have to worry about income and expenditure.

"..."

In the morning, Baki and Ali arrived one after the other.

And judging from the looks of it, Little Ali has been following Baki all the way here.

call out……

Bai Mucheng tossed a towel to Xiao Ali.

Thank you!

Xiao Ali took it steadily, wiped the sweat from his forehead, then hung it around his neck and straightened his disheveled hair.

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Shiraki Sho, Baki, Koari—

The three of them gathered near the door of a room on the first floor of the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall, stretching occasionally, whether inside or outside. It was a fairly ordinary scene.

Then, Baki looked at Ali and said leisurely, "You are very tenacious. From the time I set off to the time I returned, you have been following my pace closely."

Little Ari smiled and said, "The destination you just visited, was it called Aokigahara Forest?"

Baki shrugged.

Xiao Ali then looked at Bai Mucheng and exaggeratedly raised his arms, "Mr. Bai Mucheng, do you know? There's an ancient tree over there called 'Elder,' and its trunk is over ten meters in diameter!"

Shiraki continued stretching his arms. "Hmm, I've heard Baki mention it before."

Little Ali raised an eyebrow. "It is said that that was Baki's 'starting point'."

Hearing this, Baki said with a hint of helplessness, "I thought you were going to follow me all the way home."

That was my original plan.

Little Ali looked around as he toured the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall, "But this place gives me a good feeling too."

He suddenly noticed a coconut riddled with holes on a decorative shelf next to the equipment room.

Little Ali laughed and said, "The decorations are also very interesting. Are they modern ceramics? Or handicrafts?"

Baki, curious, followed Ali's gaze.

The coconut had several holes cut into its hard shell, the coconut milk inside had long since drained out, and even the flesh had been hollowed out. It seemed to have been coated with wax inside and out to prevent it from rotting.

"...?"

Little Ali had no idea where the coconut came from, but Baki was very familiar with it.

The holes in the coconut shells were not made by drilling with tools, but by biting them with teeth!

The only person capable of doing such a thing was his half-brother—

Van Maje!

Baki grinned, "Brother Jack's here as a guest? That's just like him!"

Seeing that someone understood, Shiraki Cheng put his hands on his hips with satisfaction, "Right, right? I specially air-dried and waxed it so it wouldn't attract insects."

The two chatted happily, while Little Ali coughed lightly beside them.

"Ok!"

He drew their attention, raising his eyebrows. "Anyway, I tried following Baki's long-distance running training, and it felt very refreshing."

Baki's expression calmed down. "After saying all that, you wanted to see me... is there something you need?"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Ali straightened up.

At 190cm tall, he is much taller than Baki Hanma (171cm) and also a bit taller than Jo Shiraki (187cm).

Little Ali softly uttered a name—