Super Fighting Tokyo.

Wu Fengshui pursed his lips apologetically, "Sorry, I couldn't help myself. It's been a long time since I've seen such an interesting expert."

Upon hearing this, Garuda was somewhat puzzled. "Why? I haven't introduced Arisa-nii yet, have I?"

Wu Fengshui nodded. "Actually, I saw this on my way here—look!"

The motorcycle turned another corner, but still didn't leave the vicinity of Shiraki's house.

Following Wu Fengshui's direction, a "standing sandbag" lay in the roadside weeds, separated from the dojo's open space by only a wall. The canvas outer layer had been torn, and the internal filling was scattered all over the ground.

"This is……"

Garuda observed the trajectory and concluded that the sandbag had undoubtedly flown out of Bai Mucheng's house.

Aside from wild speculations like "Arisa is also a top-tier expert," there's only one possibility—

This sandbag was smashed by Bai Mucheng's fist and flew over the wall!

"This is a martial art technique I've never seen before!" Garuda became even more curious. "It's not just simple karate. What style does Arisa-nii belong to?"

"I don't know..."

Wu Fengshui put on his sunglasses and said with a grin, "You're going to have exams soon, right? I don't have any assassination cases lately, so leave the investigations to me. I really enjoy these kinds of leisure activities."

……

……

Even after the Wu sisters left, Arisa was still in a daze of joy.

Bai Mucheng patted his sister on the shoulder and said, "This is a rare opportunity. I'll cook tonight. What food is left in the fridge?"

“Ah…oh,” Arisa paused for a moment, “There are still onions, potatoes, and carrots left.”

"Okay, I'll make curry tonight!"

Bai Mucheng nodded, then looked at the dojo that had become a dilapidated building. "There are still many things to solve: the competition in three days, the debts of the Di'ai Group, rehabilitation training, dojo repairs, how to make money afterwards... Oh right, I also need to bring back the sandbags. I can repair them and they'll still be usable. Those things are quite expensive..."

Arisa Sakurai listened quietly.

Since Shiraki Sho fell ill, Arisa has never seen her brother like this again!

After muttering a few words, Bai Mucheng looked at his younger sister, feeling that he had a lot to say but couldn't quite get it all out.

"You've worked hard these past few years."

"Ah."

"You can relax a bit more now. It's great to go out and have fun with your classmates and make more friends."

"Ok!"

"Don't worry about your brother anymore."

"……Um?"

Arisa's last words were "questioning," full of distrust, which startled Shiraki Cheng. But he immediately realized that she was indeed his younger sister, knowing that he was not one to stay put.

Just like the "Baki" mentioned by Matsumoto Koe, Arisa will definitely worry about Shiraki Sho—especially given that he is burdened with a debt of 30 million yen!

“For example—brother,” Arisa said quietly, “what do you mean by ‘the match in three days’?”

……

……

Three days later, in the evening.

An underground boxing match against "Kengan Fighters" is about to begin.

The men in black from the Di'ai Group and a minor leader from the Canchi Group arrived together by car.

Chapter Four: Battle Qi Bursts Forth

To prevent the brother and sister from running away, the henchmen of the Tragic Tooth Group kept watch in the vicinity for three days.

As evening approached, a very pleasant breeze began to blow.

Inoue Suga, a minor leader of the Mischievous Tooth Group, arrived at the Shiraki family's vacant lot as agreed, along with two debt collectors from the Teiai Group.

At this moment, Bai Mucheng stood still in the open space, with sandbags that had been repaired many times in front of him.

Just as the foreman was about to raise his hand to greet them, Yusa suddenly walked out of the tin-roofed housing and interrupted, "Isn't it still early? My brother is warming up, please don't disturb him."

"What a hassle."

The leader glanced at his watch, but didn't object, though he felt slightly annoyed.

He paced back and forth on the grass, lit a cigarette, and muttered to himself, "You brain-damaged piece of trash, you should just go and get a beating. What are you doing putting on airs here..."

As they were talking, the leader suddenly noticed that the two men in black from the Imperial Love were frozen in place, their expressions somewhat incredulous.

"what?"

He turned his head and looked at Shiramu Cheng, who was warming up.

……

The stance remains sideways, with the left arm raised to defend and the right arm bent at the elbow, the weight positioned between the forefoot and the heel.

That's "Long's" fighting stance, which focuses on both offense and defense.

When advancing, one can throw a jab with the front hand and a heavy strike with the rear hand; when retreating, one can protect the chin and most of the body; when moving, one can quickly slide forward and backward.

Although it was only a short three days, Shiraki Cheng had a foundation, and with the constant practice based on Ryu's phantom, he had already mastered about 70-80% of Ryu's fighting stance.

"call!"

After taking a deep breath, Shiramu pulled his left hand back and threw an uppercut, then twisted his whole body and swept his right leg across his midsection before returning to his stance.

This was an ordinary set of movements, but the key was that Shiraki's movements were extremely slow and without the slightest deviation.

Every moment, he was like an ancient Greek sculpture, frozen in place, with the muscle texture of his bare upper body clearly visible, and you could even tell which muscle was exerting force!

"Hiss! Whoosh..."

With each breath, everything around him seemed to pulsate in rhythm with Bai Mucheng's focus.

He looked straight ahead.

In a daze, the squad leader and the two men in black widened their eyes, mistakenly thinking that Bai Mucheng was facing not a sandbag, but a burly opponent!

"Let's go!"

Bai Mucheng gave a low shout, his back foot slammed off the ground, and his front foot moved slightly slower, causing his whole body to rotate, making him move forward at an extremely fast speed.

Ode!

This footwork technique maximizes explosive power, enabling high-speed dashes over short distances. Originally intended to evade Wu Fengshui's "gunshots," it later took shape under the pressure of Long's straight punches.

It's called [Unleashing Battle Aura]!

However, just as the leader and the man in black were astonished, another unexpected event occurred—

boom!

Something flew backward, but it wasn't a sandbag; it was Bai Mucheng, who was charging forward!

As if he had been hit by something, Bai Mucheng rolled several times after landing and crashed heavily into the wall before finally coming to a stop.

The sandbag, however, only swayed slightly back and forth, remaining perfectly still.

"what happened?!"

The leader and the man in black were both dumbfounded, unable to understand what had happened.

Someone was actually sent flying by a sandbag!?

This is a claim that even science fiction wouldn't dare to use lightly!

……

……

Bai Mucheng spat out a mouthful of blood, sprang to his feet with a somersault, and then noticed the people who had been waiting for him for a long time.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, I'll change my clothes."

He blew the blood out of his nose, wiped his face clean with a towel, changed into a clean set of clothes, and got ready to go.

The leader and the men in black exchanged glances, utterly bewildered by what had just happened, but time was running out, so they had no choice but to set off first and ask about the rest later.

After Shiraki got into the car, his younger sister, Sakurai Arisa, wanted to follow, but Shiraki stopped her.

"We agreed on this."

Bai Mucheng rubbed You Sha's head. "You can't go this time. Besides, it's just a comeback match, there's nothing to see, right?"

Arisa was worried, but she nodded nonetheless.

Bai Mucheng breathed a sigh of relief.

He wasn't a rigid person. If tonight really was a "Kengan match," and most of the spectators were tycoons or even politicians, then it wouldn't be a bad idea to let Arisa go along, as her safety would be somewhat guaranteed.

However, tonight's event is an "underground boxing match against Kengan fighters," and there are yakuza involved, making the level of danger unclear.

"Exactly, we're not responsible for being babysitters!"

The leader, sitting in the passenger seat, pursed his lips and gestured for the man in black to drive.

……

……

On the way, another man in black sitting next to Bai Mucheng in the back row unconsciously looked at Bai Mucheng's face.

Visible to the naked eye, there were faint bruises on that face, marks of being beaten.

"I said..."

The man in black asked, puzzled, "You didn't go out and play practice matches with other people in these three days, did you?"

Bai Mucheng thought for a moment and shook his head, saying, "Finding someone... it shouldn't count as that. It was just a simulation practice, similar to 'shadow boxing' in boxing training."