Super Fighting Tokyo.

The sandbag was kicked upwards again.

To achieve this, one needs not only striking power, the ability to seize opportunities, but also the ability to maintain balance.

At first, Shiraki was a little rusty, but he gradually became more and more skilled, which is also a very good way to practice.

"..."

He raised his head slightly, his gaze following the floating sandbag, his mind racing.

Shiraki Cheng is pondering his next travel direction.

shuh...

The sandbag flies to its highest point and is then pulled down by gravity.

The moment the sandbag reached him, Bai Mucheng let out a low shout and violently swung his fists, aiming for the middle of the sandbag.

"brake--!"

With a loud shout, the huge sandbag was sent flying, retreating several meters before crashing into the courtyard wall.

With a muffled "boom," a layer of dust was shaken down.

"call!"

Bai Mucheng took his hand and grabbed the white towel around his neck to wipe his sweat.

Meanwhile, in the corridor, Wu Fengshui went outside for some fresh air, stretched comfortably, and saw Bai Mucheng practicing.

"I felt that Shiraki's final move was quite bold!"

Wu Fengshui narrowed his black-and-white eyes. "Are you practicing a new style?"

"……perhaps?"

Shiraki Cheng couldn't quite grasp the feeling; he was simply happy and replied to the girl with a grin, "Anyway, it was a lot of fun, wasn't it?"

……

……

Lunchtime.

"I'm full!"

Yusa put down her chopsticks, went to the sofa next to her, picked up her phone, and looked through the chat messages in their circle of girls.

There's an interesting story that's somewhat related to Shiraki Sei.

"Little Ali has come to Shaojiang again."

"He still wants to fight Baki, and he says he must defeat Baki. He has already made preparations for this."

Arisa shrugged, her intuition quite sharp. "I feel like something happened. Anyway, it seems like that Ali Jr. has gotten stronger?"

Upon hearing this, Maruk clenched his fist and said seriously, "Maruk has also become stronger!"

"That's true."

Yusa thought about it and agreed, "For someone like my brother, it's normal to work hard to become stronger, so there's not much difference."

But Yusa's words suddenly awakened Shiraki Sei.

"Strive to become stronger?"

Shiraki stroked his chin. "No, that's not right..."

"Becoming stronger should not be the result of 'effort,' but something more ordinary."

"Never be naive enough to think that you will definitely reap something after you work hard—that idea is wrong from the start."

"The so-called 'becoming stronger' is something more ordinary!"

Shiraki's strength lies in his daily travels, during which he naturally contemplates things repeatedly and occasionally gains inspiration.

"If we think about it from this perspective..."

He muttered to himself, lost in thought.

"..."

After a nap, that afternoon.

Bai Mucheng bid farewell to everyone and planned to go out alone to wander around the streets and alleys.

Before leaving, he reminded his family, "Tonight is the match between Baki and Ali, at the underground arena of the Tokyo Dome. If you're interested, you can go and join in the fun."

After saying this, Bai Mucheng walked onto the street.

……

……

Meanwhile, on the other side...

Wearing a tracksuit, carrying a gym bag, and sporting a baseball cap, Mohammed Ali Jr. slowly walked out of the hotel.

A luxury car was already parked on the street outside the gate.

The driver was a middle-aged gentleman in a suit with a mustache; he was a receptionist at the underground arena of the giant dome.

The middle-aged gentleman bowed to Little Ali, saying, "I've come to pick you up."

"Thank you for your trouble, but it's not necessary."

Xiao Ali thanked him, then turned to look into the distance. "It's not too far from Tokyo Dome, so I'd like to try walking there."

"And so, he walked the streets in a combat-ready state and finally arrived at the Tokyo Dome to fight Baki Hanma."

"—I intend to do just that."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged gentleman nodded and said, "As you wish, you can call me anytime."

"But then again, you really have guts."

The middle-aged gentleman smiled and said, "To actually choose to survive on the streets in a 'real combat' manner, you really have courage. As a man, I respect you very much."

Xiao Ali was somewhat surprised, and paused for a moment, "Street combat, is it really that scary?"

The middle-aged gentleman smiled faintly, “Turning a peaceful and comfortable daily life into an omnipresent battle—just thinking about it is admirable.”

"...Is that so?"

Little Ali bids farewell to his middle-aged gentlemanly ways and walks onto the streets.

However, the middle-aged gentleman's words kept echoing in his mind, refusing to dissipate for a long time.

What am I doing?

Street combat...?

Just walk down the street, assuming you could be attacked at any moment, and be prepared to fight back from different angles.

Is this the kind of life I've been pursuing?

Taking a walk, eating, sleeping, drinking, partying...

Even pursuing a girl, or having just finished a fierce battle, could lead to an immediate fight!

The next corner, the next encounter, the next blink of an eye...

War can break out the moment we meet!

It could be marked by a fist striking each other, or it could be a direct sneak attack!

Are you going to spend every single moment of the rest of your life like this?!

"..."

Suddenly, Xiao Ali opened his eyes again and looked at the ordinary streets of Tokyo, feeling an overwhelming chill.

A few drops of cold sweat trickled down his forehead, and he couldn't help but mutter to himself:

The streets—are they really that scary?!

Chapter 422 Turbulence

Muhammad Ali Jr.

He was carrying a gym bag as he walked down an ordinary street.

It was afternoon, and we were walking on a main road, so there were only a few pedestrians on the street, and everything seemed ordinary and everyday.

Strangely, little Ali felt a sense of "silence".

He could even clearly hear the deafening pounding of his own heart!

Thump! Thump! Thump...

This is strange.

Was it because I was too focused? Or was I so nervous that I couldn't hear anything else?

"..."

Little Ali took a deep breath, pressed down the brim of his hat, and continued walking forward.

at any time……

They might actually take action...

He pondered this repeatedly in his mind.

In the Kengan Arena or underground fighting arenas, the rule is that everything is permitted except for the use of weapons.

But in real street fights, even this one simple rule doesn't exist!

There were no rules, no referees, and not even a knockout!

—The ultimate real-world combat ecosystem!

Thinking of this, Xiao Ali unconsciously broke out in a sweat, his hands and feet stiffened and trembled unnaturally.