Super Fighting Tokyo.

Sonoda: "I want a vacation..."

Despite his words, the conscientious police officer Morio Sonoda remained steadfast in fulfilling his duties, guarding the unconscious Masaki Meguro.

He reassured the four fighters that he would report the situation truthfully.

They'll probably also try to get two certificates of appreciation from the Metropolitan Police Department for Shinshinkai and Koryu Karate.

But there were too many of those things in the God Heart, and Gao Ansheng didn't care at all, so no one bothered to manage them and let Sonoda do whatever he wanted.

"Even though it's my treat, what are we eating?"

"I also can."

"I will listen to what you teachers say."

"Barbecue! Barbecue! You need to replenish protein after exercising!!"

"..."

All four were young men and fighters, so they naturally found common ground.

……

……

The Metropolitan Police Department personnel arrived.

The handling, detention, and emergency treatment of "Masaki Meguro" were handled smoothly and quickly, with a streamlined process.

About half an hour later, the Metropolitan Police Department left the scene.

However, due to excessive bleeding at the scene, the Metropolitan Police Department was unable to completely clean it up in a short time and could only temporarily close the dojo on the second floor until things were settled.

"..."

After the Metropolitan Police Department staff left—

A bald, one-eyed man with a stubble beard, dressed in simple sportswear, carrying a worn-out backpack, returned from his mountain retreat.

His thick muscles became even more developed, and he looked even more travel-worn.

"call--!"

Upon stepping through the doors of the Divine Heart Society, the bald, one-eyed man immediately felt relieved.

"Haha! It's so much more comfortable at my own dojo. I can't even shave in the mountains, it's so uncomfortable for me!"

He inquired with the disciples at the entrance and learned that Ke Si was in the dojo on the second floor, and it seemed that someone had come to challenge the dojo.

Hearing this, the one-eyed bald man perked up.

He didn't even put down his backpack before excitedly running to the second-floor dojo.

The door hadn't opened, but the sound came first.

"Keji! Your old man's back from his cultivation! I'm starving! Is there anything to eat? Eat your fill and then I'll come and beat someone up! I'm so bored!"

"..."

No one responded.

The bald, one-eyed man kicked off his shoes, pushed open the door, and entered the dojo.

What came into view was the Metropolitan Police Department cordon tape everywhere, and bright red bloodstains that had not yet been wiped off the ground.

Even in the distance, there was a crater on the floor, probably caused by a headbutt; just imagining it is incredibly horrific.

Bald, one-eyed uncle: "..."

Bald, one-eyed man: "...Hiss??"

The mighty [Martial God] Yu Di Du Bu—is lost in confusion!

What happened?

Chapter 404 Slash

The next day.

The Metropolitan Police Department's exclusive training ground.

This place is usually the dojo for the judo club members, but it is occasionally lent to other departments as a venue for large events.

For example, today.

Following the reorganization of the Secret Burial Division, in order to promote stronger connections between it and other departments, Superintendent General Takeya Haru personally invited the Secret Burial Division and the Judo Club to participate in joint training.

Takeya Haru also helped by inviting three fighters from different fields—

[Martial Saint] Shechuan Gangqi, [Rope-Breaking Skill] Hao Ansheng, [Fighting Spirit] Bai Mucheng.

The three of them came here to practice martial arts.

For martial artists, this is a good opportunity to review and learn new things, exchange ideas with other schools, and the rewards are quite substantial, so they generally do not refuse.

Superintendent Sonoda Morio and Chief of the Secret Burial Division Manabe Takumi lead their respective skilled men to sit and observe.

……

……

Shiraki Sei was the first to take the stage, demonstrating his approach to quickly subduing a knife-wielding assailant, as well as his footwork, which leaned towards practical techniques.

Next, it was Hao's turn to rise.

He had several "basketballs" prepared.

First, Hao raised his head, lowered his waist, and assumed a horse stance. He placed a basketball on the ground and then placed both palms on top of the basketball.

"ah!!"

With a loud shout, Hao raised his head and lowered his waist to exert force, and the basketball made a muffled "bang" sound, instantly exploding.

Swish!

Hao Angsheng then stood up, raised his arms to shoulder level, and naturally opened his hands, assuming a stance.

About three steps away from him, three police officers were holding basketballs, simultaneously aiming at the pickaxe and attempting to throw, pass, or smash the ball – three different ways of throwing it.

call out……

Facing the basketballs flying in from the top, middle, and bottom simultaneously, Hao Angsheng's expression was serious, as if he were dealing with three criminals attacking at the same time.

Hao Angsheng pushed off the ground with his right foot, twisted his waist to generate power, and struck out with his hands and left leg. The speed was as fast as three gusts of wind, sweeping past the three basketballs.

shhhhh--

Puff puff!

The three basketballs were struck almost simultaneously, each leaving a gash on its surface before deflating and falling to the ground with a "thud".

"..."

Hao Angsheng did not stop, but gestured with his eyes.

At that moment, there was a judo club member directly in front of him, holding a piece of soft white paper with his fingers pinching the two top corners.

"Gudu..."

Seemingly startled by Hao Ansheng's "sharpness," the judo club members swallowed hard.

Swish!

As Hao Ansheng pushed off the ground with force, his left hand swept across, and a faint, cold glint flashed, dazzling the onlookers.

Splash...

When everyone came to their senses, the bottom half of the paper had been neatly cut open, without a single rough edge, and floated lightly to the floor.

"call……"

Hao Angsheng exhaled a breath of hot air, his hands hanging naturally at his sides as he stood steadily.

The demonstration is over.

Then, as Hao Angsheng was about to leave the field, he saw that Shibukawa Takeki had already stood up.

The little old man, who was respectfully called "Master," chuckled wickedly, then suddenly raised his hand and tossed a long towel to cover Xiang Gao's eyes.

"..."

Hao Angsheng readily accepted, raised his hand and with a flick of his finger, cleaved the soft yet tough towel in two.

Swish!

The towel is divided into two parts, left and right.

Hao Angsheng caught one of them, and then used the heel of his hand to knock the other away, landing precisely on the white wooden support not far away.

Shiramu thanked him and draped the towel over his shoulder.

Hao Angsheng held the towel in his hand.

It's clear that there isn't a single stray hair at the cut edge of the towel, making it even better than cutting with scissors!

"Hum..."

While wiping his sweat with a towel, Hao Angsheng teased the old man, "Teacher Shechuan, you really have a bad heart."

"What's wrong? What's wrong?!"

Shibukawa, hands on his hips, with an expression that said, "I'm in the right," said, "Kid, you even broke my top-of-the-line fake eye before!"

This refers to an incident during the Tokyo Dome Underground Championship, where Ho Ang-sho faced off against Shibukawa Go-ki, and used the "Ancient Style Killing Technique" to shatter Shibukawa's prosthetic eye—that past event.

If it weren't for the fact that Shechuan's left eye had been blinded by the "fierce poison" Liu Longguang years ago and had been replaced with a prosthetic eye, Shechuan would have suffered a severe injury at that time.

Of course, Shechuan was just joking about it and didn't take it to heart at all.

This 75-year-old man never considers himself old, but rather lives as a "martial arts master".

In fact, it could be said that if one were to show respect for elders to Shibukawa Takeki, that would truly offend him and make him furious.