Super Fighting Tokyo.

It is a frame.

It is the "smallest unit" that Shiraki Sei can currently understand, hidden in his every move, which is the time required to perform the action.

Strike, hit, recover.

For everyone, amazing life is everywhere, the mysterious space can be observed by simply looking up, and ancient stones from countless years ago are scattered all over the place.

For fighters, combat is just that simple.

If a person wants to fight, they don't need to memorize all those complicated things; even a baby can subconsciously clench their fist.

But just like studying masters in various fields.

If you can roughly grasp which moves can be used faster, or which moves, even if blocked, can still be used faster than your opponent.

—In this way, it is easier to gain the upper hand in combat!

"..."

In the void of darkness, Shiraki Cheng vaguely comprehends the [Frame] and concretizes it into a more definite move.

In that instant, Shiraki Cheng's perspective on all the skills he had previously learned changed, and they even became completely interconnected!

For Shiraki Sei, who has just begun to understand the concept of "frame," whether he can see it or not, his punches and kicks, which are advantageous under the "frame" principle, will always hit!

"drink……"

Bai Mucheng hooks his right arm up, engages his chest and abdominal muscles, clenches his right fist, and charges forward with his right arm.

At the same time, the hoist finally landed.

He had prepared himself before being hit, so he was able to maintain his balance, but he was still hit so hard that his eyes went blank and he was unable to move for a while.

The next second—

Bai Mucheng bared his teeth and roared angrily.

"Stop!"

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【Ed.com Mental Space】!!

Shiraki Seiichi delivered a powerful right punch to Ho's chest, yet he managed to control the force, causing his opponent to stiffen and only stagger back half a step instead of flying backward.

Whoosh!

Bai Mucheng pursued him, attacking from both sides with his explosive liver punch aimed at Hao Angsheng's abdomen, while simultaneously shifting his feet and circling around Hao Angsheng to deliver a series of blows.

Bang bang bang bang!

Hao Angsheng was hit repeatedly, and he tried to block or counterattack, but he couldn't find an opening at all.

The only possible breakthrough, the rhythm of breathing, was filled by Shiramu Cheng's footsteps.

Hao Angsheng felt as if he were being hung on a frame and being beaten like a punching bag by Bai Mucheng!

Boom!

Bai Mucheng circled Hao Angsheng for a full circle before delivering a powerful punch to his abdomen.

With a muffled thud, Hao Yangsheng leaned forward, exposing a huge opening in his jaw.

"what!"

Bai Mucheng threw an uppercut.

Just as it was about to strike the raised jaw of the hoe, Shiraki Cheng's fist suddenly stopped, as if it were still carrying a faint glow of "exhaustion".

"..."

Bai Mucheng was panting heavily, his eyes were colorless and unreadable.

But his fist remained firmly planted under Hao Angsheng's chin, and he could even feel Hao Angsheng's hair on the skin of his knuckles.

Because the two were standing so close, both the audience and the commentator, Shexiang, remained silent, waiting for the result.

Only the martial artists present had already started clapping and celebrating.

Initially, it was Goki Shibukawa and Doppo Guji;

Then came Katsumi Guji and Aya Kano—two juniors;

Next came Gao Hongye, who had an intimate knowledge of the human body, and Wu Fengshui, who possessed exceptional eyesight.

Clap clap clap clap!

Everyone applauded, and Lian Sheng praised, "Both of them played beautifully!"

"..."

—Thump!

Hao Ansheng lost his senses and fell to the ground.

Katahara Sayaka took a deep breath, her voice echoing throughout the underground arena.

"The outcome is decided—!!!"

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"The outcome is decided—!!!"

Qiaoxiang's loud shout echoed throughout the arena, announcing:

"The ingenious rope-breaking technique has failed here!"

"After an incredibly bloody battle—tonight's triumphant song resounds for [Fighting Spirit] Bai Mucheng!!"

"The victor—Shiraki Cheng!!!"

"..."

Hao Angsheng was beaten until his face was covered in blood, his eyes were glazed over, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

The doctors on the sidelines rushed forward, bringing a first aid kit and a stretcher, and gave Hao Angsheng oxygen and began emergency treatment.

Not far away, Shiraki Seiji stood alone.

He was covered in blood, some of which had splattered from Gao Angsheng, and some of which had flowed from his own wounds.

The surface of the congealed blood was covered with another layer of blood droplets, mixed with sweat.

Scattered bloodstains were visible on the sand beneath my feet.

This scene is far more magnificent and pure than any battle attire!

Unfortunately, there were no mirrors around, and Shiramu Cheng's eyes were also unfocused, with no vision to the left or right, and he could only see pitch black.

"..."

Hao Angsheng was lifted onto a stretcher.

After emergency treatment and oxygen therapy, although he was still unable to move, he was able to open his eyes slightly and speak.

"Shiraimu..."

Hao Angsheng spoke, his voice attracting the attention of Bai Mucheng, who was in a daze.

Following the sound, Bai Mucheng tentatively moved half a step, turning towards the raised stretcher, wondering why the other person was calling his name.

suddenly--

!! ?

Bai Mucheng felt a warmth in his chest, the sensation was somewhat strange.

It turned out that Hao Angsheng forcefully raised one hand and slapped Bai Mucheng's chest with his palm, making a soft "smack" sound.

In the pitch black, Bai Mucheng seemed to feel Hao Angsheng's gaze scrutinizing him from head to toe.

"Look at you, Shiraki, your whole body—what beautiful scars, what beautiful hands and feet, what beautiful fists and kicks!"

"You should appreciate it more..."

As he spoke, Hao Angsheng's eyelids curved upwards, and he weakly chuckled:

"It's a pity that you're blind now. You probably won't be able to see for about a week, right?"

"Your eyesight will gradually recover."

Hao Angsheng lowered his hand, exhaled a long breath of hot air, feeling slightly unwilling but also relieved.

"In the end, Shiraki—you took the first step and entered a realm I have never reached. I sincerely wish you well."

"Don't stop, or I'll catch up soon..."

"..."

Hao Angsheng's voice was very soft, and it was not very audible from the audience.

Regardless, everyone clearly saw him gently pat Bai Mucheng's chest with his palm, which sparked cheers from the crowd.

"Well done, Shiraki!"

"Both sides are so strong~~~~!"

"Don't lose next time, Hao! Show us another one!!"

"..."

The cheers and applause from the audience swept towards the arena like a tsunami, as if a storm was brewing.

Bai Mucheng couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Even so, he still felt suffocated, as if he were being submerged and bathed in a glory that could not be found elsewhere.

It seems that this is the case after every battle.

Perhaps you will feel confused, perhaps you will feel intense pain during battle, or perhaps you will face enormous difficulties...

However, all of these things that should be hated by people have an unparalleled charm and allure in Shiraki Cheng's eyes.