Super Fighting Tokyo.

Ed stood to the side, moving lightly and quickly, throwing punches that made a "whoosh" sound as they went through the air.

After several groups finished, Edward took a break and chatted during the rest period between groups.

He wiped his nose. "If you consider yourself a fighter, you should have heard of Bison, right?"

Bai Mucheng nodded, "I've heard of him, and other masters have mentioned him too. He's a boxer."

{I guess so, but he's already been expelled from the boxing world.}

Ed nodded. {I wouldn't say he's a good person; he himself would openly admit that he's a villain, not a good one.}

However, Bison is very strong.

Edward shook his fist, recalling: "He didn't have any grand beliefs or aesthetics."

He only knew how to crush his opponent! His fists were filled with raw fighting spirit.

{Although it's simple, you won't see that kind of powerful punch from others.}

{—Completely different from Gaolang and that Ali Jr., you must experience it if you have the chance.}

At this point, Edward seemed to recall something.

{He has a rather interesting trick...}

Hey! I'll teach you a new trick; let me see if you can master it.

"..."

Shiramu Cheng nodded, as if he had received a new toy, his eyes sparkling, and he couldn't stop smiling.

This is what daily life with my master is like.

Ron, Zangief, Jamie, Guile, Luke, Rashid, Sagat, Jamie, Deeje, Edward...

The masters will teach Shiraki Sei some new moves based on his training progress, physical condition, and insights into different styles.

Of course, the masters also have their own daily routines.

Zangief would recommend literary works and hold reading sessions with Shiraki.

Jamie likes to look at the night view, Cammy likes cats, and Dijk will come over to discuss the lyrics of new songs...

What about Long? He's usually quiet and focused on his spiritual practice, but he also enjoys sharing sweets.

"..."

Snapped!

Edward's snap of his fingers awakened Shiraki Cheng.

He stood sideways, threw a quick right punch from behind, straight forward, creating a gust of wind, and then quickly retracted back to his basic stance.

{ha!}

Swish!

The movements are full of tension and elasticity.

Ed's demonstration did not stop there. He clenched his right fist, pulled back to gather strength, and lunged backward with his right leg, taut like a spring.

In an instant, it seemed as if spiritual energy emitted a faint blue light, accumulating on Edward's right fist.

Immediately following, he thrusts forward, unleashing a powerful punch while simultaneously sliding forward, so fast it seems to leave an afterimage, striking the ink-wash painting in front of him.

Boom!

The ink and water surged, as if shattered by a powerful punch.

But this punch was not the end; it was part of Edward's movement. He immediately retracted the punch after throwing it, while simultaneously protecting his chin with both hands and swaying in a V-shape.

It's not a big swing punch, but a straight punch that combines offense and defense!

{Hmph! Not bad.}

After the demonstration, Edward casually tossed his hand and beckoned to Shiramatsu, signaling him to give it a try.

"..."

Bai Mucheng tried practicing.

Compared to Edward, who has spent most of his time with "spiritual power," Shiraki has not mastered "Exhaustion" for very long and is somewhat rusty in its application.

Power, speed, elasticity, and agility—it falls short in all aspects.

Even so, Shiraki Cheng still tried his best to grasp the essentials, just as he had done countless times before, with boundless enthusiasm.

He throws punch after punch, coordinating his footwork with each move, never stopping even when he makes a mistake, finding endless enjoyment in it.

Ed watched from the sidelines, cracking his fist. "Your movements are getting more and more practiced," he thought.

When I was learning martial arts as a kid, was I like you...?

"..."

Bai Mucheng faced the sandbag, his steps light and bouncy, his fists lightly clenched, his posture leaning towards the Philadelphia shell, ready to unleash a powerful punch.

Compared to Edward's long-range punches, Shiraki Cheng couldn't move that far for the time being, so he closed the distance to the sandbag a little.

The next second—

"brake!"

He pushed off the ground and charged forward, throwing a heavy punch at the 150kg sandbag. With a "bang," the punch hit the middle surface, causing the heavy sandbag to flip over.

[Edge's Spiritual Power Punch]!

chap!

At the same time, Bai Mucheng had already rushed to the "back" of the sandbag, which was the direction it had fallen in, and turned around to face the sandbag again.

Neither Edward's punches nor Shiraki Sei's style are one-off deals; they can evolve further later.

Facing the falling sandbag, Shiramu Cheng crouched slightly to gather strength, his legs in a lunge position, his left hand extended forward to maintain balance, and his right fist tucked into his waist.

With a sudden push off the ground, his body springs up like a spring, and he throws a right uppercut with a clenched fist.

【Rising Dragon Fist】!

boom! !

The fallen sandbags were hit again.

The 150kg weight was lifted by the white wooden support and floated more than two meters off the ground before falling back down due to gravity.

Two swift strikes in quick succession aroused Bai Mucheng's destructive desires, causing a surge of murderous intent within him, and a sharp glint appeared in his eyes.

Two points of light followed Bai Mucheng's movements, leaving streaks in mid-air.

[Killing Intent Selected by Eye]!

At the very moment the sandbag fell and reached directly in front of Shiraki—

Bai Mucheng hooked his left arm up, used his chest and waist muscles to generate power, and punched forward with his left arm, striking out with a "whoosh".

With a ferocious expression, baring his teeth and roaring angrily:

"Stop!"

[Luke's Swift Flash Knuckle Punch]!

Boom-!

The sandbag, which had been falling, was now being knocked back laterally, flying a long way with a "whoosh" before finally crashing into the courtyard wall at the end.

poof...

The sandbag finally landed, and the dent on it was clearly visible.

Three consecutive heavy punches, using various techniques, combining lightness and power, the scene was exaggerated, as if he was hitting a heavy sandbag as if it were a bouncy ball!

At this moment, Bai Mucheng had returned to his stance, but his fists and muscles were firing, as if emitting wisps of white smoke, indicating that he was in excellent condition.

suddenly--

A person walked in from outside the courtyard, hooked the tip of his shoe, picked up a short wooden stick used for practice, and threw it toward the white wooden stand that was turned away from him.

call out!

The wooden stick flew towards Bai Mucheng's back.

Bai Mucheng noticed this, turned around and lightly punched the wooden stick away with an uppercut, then waited for it to fall before grabbing it in his hand.

This level of control is far more difficult than simply "smashing" a wooden stick, and it has its own unique characteristics compared to the "splitting a wooden stick" technique in Shinshin-kai Karate.

"..."

Shiraki looked at the approaching person and realized it was Hanma Baki.

"Feel sorry."

The handsome young man scratched his head, looked at the sandbag lying on the ground in the distance, and laughed, "It looked like fun, so I gave it a try."

Bai Mucheng, of course, didn't mind at all; on the contrary, he welcomed it, asking, "What brings you here?"

Baki tilted his head and said leisurely, "I came with Shaojiang. Please make yourself at home."

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"Anywhere is fine, would you like to sit down..."

Bai Mucheng muttered to himself, then suddenly tossed the short wooden stick in his hand into the air, followed by a palm strike that sent it flying again.

Snapped!

The short wooden stick flew up about a meter, then spun and fell naturally.

Just before it hit the ground, Shiramu took a step forward and raised his knee, knocking the short wooden stick away again, spinning it upwards at different angles and making a soft "swish" sound.

Bang, bang, bang...

The white wooden support was unbreakable, and the short wooden sticks also flew up and down in different ways, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, and sometimes even spinning.