Super Fighting Tokyo.

【Charge with Fighting Spirit】!

Ode!

Their movements were so fast they were almost contorted; in the blink of an eye, they were close to Kuroki and entered each other's airspace.

Swish!

Both men raised their legs simultaneously, delivering a swift side kick.

But Kuroki moved faster, kicking out first, then bringing his raised foot down, stomping his foot, and quickly closing in on the inside of Shiraki.

Clean, efficient, and extremely fast!

Switch legs and change tactics!

Kuroki turned and twisted his waist, turning it into a spinning back kick that struck Shiraki in the abdomen, sending him flying backward with a "whoosh".

Whoosh!

Bai Mucheng knocked over a pile of debris in the yard, lay on his back among it, gritting his teeth in anger, yet his eyes gleamed with excitement.

"Ah! I just feel like this is exactly how it should be!"

"..."

On the other side, a gash appeared on Kuroki's left thigh, his skin split open, and a few drops of blood were flowing out.

This is the effect of being hit by the outside of the foot in a [Foot Kick].

Shiraki's kick hit!

"Um……"

Hei Mu looked at Bai Mu Cheng.

A faint, intense fighting spirit could be felt fermenting and rising around the opponent, almost distorting space, exuding madness.

"Indeed, even though we are many years apart in age, I cannot regard you as the 'next generation'; you do indeed have your own will."

"Let's just consider this a friendly exchange?"

Chapter 375 The Sea King's Appointment

The skin on his thigh was cracked, and blood was flowing out, staining Kuroki's trousers a little red.

"Well……"

Although it was just a shallow wound and the bleeding stopped quickly, there was no sign of disdain on Kuroki's face; instead, he seemed somewhat moved.

"Although I, Kuroki, was faster, you still managed to execute your move effectively when we attacked at the same time."

"Those are truly sharp foot knives, very impressive..."

"..."

As he spoke, Kuroki unconsciously struck a pose.

Lean your right side forward, touch the ground with your right toes, and plant your left foot firmly on the ground. Bring your fingers together, raise your right hand forward, and place your left hand behind your waist.

It is the "Neko-stand" of the Kaien-ryu Karate!

"—!?"

Kuroki was somewhat surprised, because he hadn't done it intentionally; it was just a natural reaction.

Is it because of the fighting instinct of martial arts?

He looked at Bai Mucheng again, and in a daze, he felt a complex battle aura rising, which was both unpredictable and eerie, and also had a wanton and ferocious killing intent!

Hmm? What kind of mentality is this?!

With this in mind, Kuroki straightened his face and prepared to meet Shiraki's attack.

The next second—

Swish!

Bai Mucheng, who was lying on his back in the pile of debris, suddenly stretched out his hand to the sky and cried out, "It hurts so much, uncle, help me up!"

As he spoke, the pervasive fighting spirit dissipated.

Kuroki was even more unexpected.

A young cultivator can control his fighting spirit so freely? How could he have reached such a level?

"It seems you understand your own will very well; you are by no means a naive fighter."

Kuroki stepped forward, reached out, and pulled Shiroki out of the pile of debris.

clap clap...

Bai Mucheng patted his clothes and pants, shaking off the dust.

Kuroki glanced at him, understanding immediately, "Controlling your fighting spirit at will, treating everyday life as part of your path of struggle—is that your answer?"

"...No, not only that."

Bai Mucheng rubbed his stomach. "I have a feeling that this isn't the only answer."

"But you said it yourself, Uncle, that it's just a conversation between friends. After all, friends sometimes argue, so this is enough. It's not going to turn into a real fight, is it?"

"..."

Kuroki nodded.

Throughout history, countless martial artists have died in despair before achieving their ideal martial arts.

"Some give up because they are afflicted with incurable diseases, some because they are seriously injured, and some because they cannot endure the hardships of cultivation..."

"There is still time."

Kuroki gave an example in a deep voice, "The one who just left here was 'Muhammad Ali,' right? Even I, Kuroki, know his name well, and so does he."

"What is it that you are pursuing? And how should you move forward?"

Kuroki patted Shiraki Cheng on the shoulder, "Keep improving, I want to see your answer."

After saying this, Kuroki Gensai left.

The words of this tough, seemingly cold but actually warm-hearted man kept swirling in Bai Mucheng's mind.

"What are you pursuing..."

Bai Mucheng looked around, gazing at the familiar plants and trees inside the Fighting Soul Martial Arts Hall.

He clenched his fist again, feeling the power within it.

And then, they heard the voices of girls and Maruk coming from the street outside, presumably they had met up by chance in a more distant place.

"Yay! It's Shiraki's turn to cook dinner today!"

"Alas! The exhibition is now largely complete!"

"Maruk wants to eat French fries!"

"..."

What exactly should we be pursuing?

……

……

After dinner, I washed the dishes and rested.

This was followed by another round of warm-up exercises, which took place right after the evening workout.

"..."

The ink flowed and rippled, outlining a leaping human figure.

She has slightly wavy long hair, a strong yet agile physique, and wears a sporty suit with Middle Eastern design elements.

— Rashid.

{Come on, heroes of the wind who roam the world—'Rashid's Parkour Training' begins!}

Rashid clapped his hands, signaling Shiraki to follow.

blah blah blah!

Bai Mucheng quickly took a few steps and followed Rashid's pace.

The two of them, one in front of the other, jumped and leaped around in the yard, occasionally scaling the wall and then leaping onto the rooftops, climbing upwards and then flipping over.

shhhhhhhhh...

It's as if you're walking on the tip of the wind, light and free.

After running around aimlessly for several laps, the master and apprentice finally stopped.

Bai Mu was so tired that he was leaning on his knees, panting heavily, but he felt an indescribable sense of exhilaration, as if he had just taken a desert trip.

{Not bad, you're trying to keep up with me!}

Rashid extended two fingers, pointing them at the white wooden base, while simultaneously giving a thumbs-up as encouragement.

That's exactly right; we need an unwavering will to move forward.

Regardless of the strength of your efforts or the current situation, the question is whether you want to do it.

Oh, remember to stretch after your workout, bye!

Rashid spun around and kicked, creating a reverse tornado that vanished into a whirlwind.

"Indeed, running is more comfortable..."

Shiramu Cheng stood up, wiped his sweat with a towel, and then continued his flexibility exercises.

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