Super Fighting Tokyo.

Then, they went upstairs from different exits, returned to the ground, and disappeared into the night as scattered passersby.

Occasionally, groups of two or three would walk together, quietly discussing the details of the battle.

More often than not, they suppress their feelings deep inside, turning them into silent anticipation, hoping to receive another invitation next time.

Everything returned to normal.

……

……

Inside the corridor.

Katahara Metsudo and Kano Akagi travel together.

The old man, with a leisurely smile, inquired of his own [tooth], "Ae, how are you feeling tonight?"

Ghana answered seriously in a deep voice.

"Muhammad Ali Jr. - as a fighter, he has some key deficiencies, but the 'Ali-style boxing' he uses is remarkable."

"As for what happened next—the battle between Shiraki Cheng and Hao Angsheng—it made me realize that I still have shortcomings and need to improve further."

"This is a judgment that has nothing to do with 'strength' or 'victory' but only with 'weakness' and 'martial arts'."

Ghana paused for a moment, then concluded, "—A very fruitful harvest!"

Upon hearing this, Mie Tang clapped his hands and laughed heartily, "Hehehe! It seems your path will continue! Keep it up!"

……

……

Inside the medical room.

Bai Mucheng, whose entire body was bandaged and whose eyes were still wrapped in bandages, was helped home by Wu Fengshui.

The white-haired old man, a doctor, stretched and then went home from get off work.

As for Hao Angsheng, who remained inside the house, he was looked after by his elder brother Hao Hongye, and it was likely that no "Grim Reaper" could do anything to him.

"..."

Gao Hongye contacted a friend to send Gao Angsheng to the hospital to recuperate.

It will take a while before my friend's ambulance arrives.

The two brothers, one lying down and the other sitting, chatted casually.

"Bai Mucheng..."

Hao Angsheng lay there, his face turned toward the ceiling, recalling the battle he had just fought, especially the final blow—Shiraki Cheng's series of punches.

Whether then or now, Gao Angsheng felt like he was being used as a punching bag, being hung up and beaten without any chance to fight back!

"..."

After this description, Gao Hongye was still a little confused and asked Gao Angsheng for details.

Hao Angsheng smiled faintly, recalling further details.

Swish!

Bai Mucheng's fist flashed with a ghostly light as he unleashed a powerful punch, his eyes also gleaming with a ferocious killing intent.

Even just recalling this scene caused Hao Angsheng to frown deeply.

"That's not just a simple move..."

Footwork? Boxing? Rhythm? Skill?

“These are all there, but none of them are the key to that ‘white wood carrier’.”

Hao Angsheng took a deep breath. "That guy is different. There's something—even more terrifying—his punches and kicks."

Upon hearing this, Hao Hongye suddenly smiled, "Even so, you still said that you would try your best to catch up with him and make him be careful next time."

Hao Angsheng: "..."

Hao Angsheng couldn't help but laugh, squinting at his older brother, "Because it's cooler to say it like that!"

"Brother Shiraki too—"

"So handsome..."

……

……

The night is deep.

Bai Mucheng rode on Wu Fengshui's motorcycle, and the two returned to the Douhun Martial Arts Hall together.

To prepare for the anniversary celebration of the Imperial Sakura Girls' Academy, Arisa and Maruk are staying at a classmate's house tonight, so only Shiraki Sei and Wu Fengshui are home.

Whether it's cycling or fighting, it's undoubtedly a physically demanding activity.

"..."

Neither of them said much.

Wu Fengshui helped Bai Mucheng to the bathroom, where they brushed their teeth, washed their faces, and then casually dried themselves with a towel before going to bed.

Now, with bandages wrapped around his eyes, Bai Mucheng is basically unable to take care of himself, except for being familiar with the terrain.

He originally thought that the feng shui master would take the opportunity to cause some trouble, but he didn't expect that the girl was also very tired tonight and was about to fall asleep.

The two made up the bed.

The temperature was a bit low on this late autumn night, but it was quite comfortable inside the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall, especially with two people in the room.

"Shiraki-sensei..."

Wu Fengshui had already changed into his pajamas and was lying casually with Bai Mucheng under the covers.

Bai Mucheng couldn't see it, but he could feel it. The girl beside him was breathing steadily, probably already asleep, and he himself was also feeling sleepy.

"Great, fantastic..."

Shiraki felt great and drifted off to sleep.

……

……

The next day.

Master Zangief taught us to give our muscles time to rest.

For Bai Mucheng, excessive exercise would be counterproductive, so he certainly wouldn't go for morning exercise while covered in injuries.

Therefore, today is a rare day off.

Fighting Spirit Martial Arts School, inside the bedroom.

It wasn't until the sun rose that Bai Mucheng and Wu Fengshui finally got up, each having had a good night's sleep.

I checked all the bandages on his body and how his injuries were healing.

Then I drew back the curtains, opened the window, and took a deep breath, feeling refreshed and invigorated.

"call!"

"..."

After that, it was a simple wash-up and breakfast.

Wu Fengshui continued his daily exercise routine and various gun maintenance procedures as usual.

With nothing else to do, Bai Mucheng simply wandered into the courtyard corridor to enjoy this rare moment of leisure.

He sat cross-legged on the floor, with his back against a flat pillar.

She was wearing loose-fitting trousers, a haori draped over her shoulders, bandages wrapped around her upper body, and gauze covering her eyes.

Basking in the warm autumn sun, feeling the gentle breeze on your skin, and smelling the fresh scent of fallen leaves.

"..."

Without realizing it, or perhaps out of a playful impulse, Bai Mucheng imitated Master Long's movements, began to sit cross-legged and meditate.

What are you thinking about?

It seems like anything is possible, and nothing is a problem...

Recalling last night's sweet dreams, looking forward to lunch, wondering about the whereabouts of family members, or what friends and relatives have been up to lately.

For example, Wu Lei'an, he had said before that he wanted to come to Tokyo, and judging by the timeline, it's about time...

Of course, there's also the question that Shiraki Cheng has been pondering—

What is strength?

The complete darkness before his eyes brought Bai Mucheng a rare sense of peace, allowing him to recall more memories.

Liu Longguang's defeat;

Retsu Kaioh single-handedly defeated the other sea kings in a one-on-one battle;

Guo Haihuang VS Hanma Yujiro;

And many battles, etc...

All of this allowed him to comprehend the profound mystery within martial arts – the [frame].

In other words, as far as I can understand it now, it is the "smallest basic unit" that completely connects different moves and techniques.

This is not some amazing finishing move.

Even a novice fighter's punches and kicks contain [frames].

But just like many Nobel Prizes, which summarize and generalize common sense into "Tao," [Frame] is something that is both "common" and "rare."

As for how to use it, Shiraki Sei is still figuring it out.

"..."

Time passed slowly.