Super Fighting Tokyo.

"However, I'd rather not do underground fighting. He's a nice guy, and he looks like he's got great bones. I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to control myself."

Mushi downed half a pitcher of beer.

Shiraki Shōya also drank with them, reminiscing about today, Baki's conversation with Ari, and the duel that Baki unilaterally refused.

Mushi asked for details, and Baimu Cheng told him the truth.

"what……"

Mushi stroked his chin. “Vanma and Mohammed—two different great fathers, and their equally excellent sons.”

“Baki, yes, Ali Jr.”

"Although this comparison is fine, it still feels like something's missing..."

Mushi couldn't help but say that.

He is Imai Kosou's mentor, so as a "guide", he has more experience than Shiraki Sho and can see things from multiple perspectives.

"That Mohammed Ali Jr., as an underground fighter, has similar problems to Xiao Yuzhou, but not exactly the same."

"The weakness of the microcosm is that it places too much hope on 'next time', or even says things like 'one day it will defeat me'."

"This is fine in a game, but fighting is a different story."

"However, after being nearly beaten to death by Spek, Xiao Yu has also improved and should have already begun to realize this."

"He's a genius! Although he can't compare to me, I'm still a super genius!"

Mu Shi drank to his heart's content, ordering another pitcher after finishing the first.

"What about that little Ali? Although I haven't had any formal contact with him, I always felt that he was overconfident and lacked the qualities he should have in a fight."

"So, my disciple is definitely better!"

Muishi laughed heartily, "After you defeated Okubo, Kosou has started practicing even harder, making up for his shortcomings."

"If he has time, Xiaoyuzhou will go to practice with Maruk. Remember to make sure he's ready!"

Bai Mucheng nodded in agreement.

The curry was served; it had a classic Japanese flavor, and it was indeed delicious.

Shiraki took a picture and sent it to [Fighting God], saying, "Brother Gaolang also likes Japanese curry, I guess he'll come here sometime."

"Huh...? That heavyweight boxing champion?"

Mushi laughed and said, "As expected, you and Arisa are both very good at socializing!"

Bai Mucheng waved his hand happily, "It's just a routine sharing, plus asking for a like. I have two masters who are very good at this, and it feels good."

"..."

……

After several rounds of drinks...

The two laughed and joked as they left, arm in arm, and then turned to head to the next shop.

Autumn is the perfect time to enjoy grilled saury.

Mu Shi knew a good shop, so he dragged Bai Mu Cheng along to go there, take a stroll to sober up, and chat about random gossip.

"Speaking of which..."

Shiramu suddenly remembered, "Wasn't the last time we drank together, we were attacked by assassins from Tokyo Electric Power Company?"

"is it?"

Mu Shi, his eyes blurry with drunkenness, shook his head with a laugh, "No, no, that was just a coincidence. I'm not that unlucky!"

They walked side by side, swaying as they went, and turned into a small alley.

Mu Shi opened his arms wide, enjoying the refreshing night breeze, and laughed cheerfully, "Look? The streets are quiet, there's not a single person here!"

The next second—

A thin, dark figure, like a ghost, emerged from behind Mu Shi on the left. The figure was hunched over, and long, loose black hair could be vaguely seen.

Mushi: "..."

Mushi: "...?"

Wow! Why do I, a healthy and positive ordinary mixed martial artist, keep getting assassinated every other day? I haven't done anything wrong!

That's what he thought, but Mushi didn't take action directly.

Because both he and Shiraki could sense that, unlike the previous assassin from Tokyo Electric Power Company, the newcomer did not harbor any ill intentions, nor did he launch a preemptive attack.

click, click, click...

The long, dark figure with wispy hair walked quickly forward, eventually blocking the way of Shiraki Sei and Muishi Mitsuyo, before turning to face them.

He was a lean young man.

He is about 155cm tall and weighs about 62kg.

The young man had a peculiar standing posture, with his whole body bent over, his legs spread wide, and his arms hanging naturally, almost touching the ground.

Her long, disheveled black hair was surprisingly long, even spreading out on the ground, which was quite unusual.

Overall, it looks less like a reptile and more like a reptile insect, with a sense of mimicry reminiscent of a martial arts style.

Just like a "human spider," so is the aura it exudes!

"..."

Bai Mucheng helped the staggering Mu Shi up, opened his eyes and looked the young man up and down, "So, who are you?"

The young man opened his eyes wide, his gaze fixed on the two people in front of him through his disheveled long hair.

"Inaba Ryo".

The young man introduced himself: "I am a newly registered fighter from the Kengan Association. My employer is 'Penasonic Electronics,' and I came here specifically to find you."

"I have a favor to ask, but before that, I want to assess your strength myself—anyone will do, please fight me."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Bai Mucheng patted Mu Shi's shoulder and pouted, complaining, "I always feel like if I drink with you, I'm likely to run into a street fight."

"really……"

Bai Mucheng's face darkened, then he suddenly looked up, grinning broadly, and said, "You really are a fantastic friend!"

Mushi raised his chin and laughed heartily, "That's right~!"

"..."

The two kept laughing and joking, making Inaba Ryo feel a little awkward.

"cough……"

Inaba Ryo coughed and regained his composure, saying, "Please forgive me for coming when you were drunk, but this is a real battle."

Shiraki Shige waved his hand, indicating to Inaba Ryo not to worry about it, "The fact that you didn't attack directly is already an overreaction!"

After saying that, Bai Mucheng leaned Mu Shi against the wall and made him stand still obediently.

Ryo Inaba nodded. "Indeed, you're only slightly drunk. It seems you haven't let your guard down."

"What are you talking about?"

Bai Mucheng laughed upon hearing this, "It has nothing to do with being drunk. It's just that Brother Mushi doesn't want to fight you, but I happen to be very interested."

"As for the issue of being drunk..."

Bai Mucheng reached into Mu Shi's waist pocket and pulled out a can of beer.

click, click, click...

Shiraki returned to the alley and confronted Inaba Ryo. Then, with his fist half-clenched, he spun around in front of him, striking a pose reminiscent of Jamie's drunken fist style.

With a squeeze of his five fingers, he crushed the can of beer and gulped down the liquid.

The ultimate technique—

【Jamie's Swan Song: The Demon Body】!

"That feels great too!"

Bai Mucheng bared his teeth, his stance leaning more towards drunken boxing, his posture unrestrained and wild, his steps swaying, occasionally lifting up and staggering, only to return to his ground in the next instant.

Swish!

His foot landed on the street with a muffled thud, unleashing astonishing fighting spirit.

Jamie's style is ready.

Shiraki beckoned to Inaba Ryo.

"Come--!"

Chapter 370 Inaba-ryu Assassination Fist

In a deserted alley at night.

The two men faced off in the middle of the road, while one man leaned against a wall and watched.

shuh...

Click!

Bai Mucheng clenched his fist halfway, hooked his ten fingers back, and bulged the veins on the back of his hands. He crossed his arms and stretched them out in a circle before assuming a fighting stance.

Stand sideways with both fists half-clenched and raised slightly above waist and abdomen.

The refreshing beer went down his throat, making Shiramu Cheng feel instantly refreshed, and he was able to fully unleash the rhythm of his punches and kicks.

"Come on, let me show you!"

"..."