Super Fighting Tokyo.

He and Wu Fengshui had never officially met, but because of the need to investigate the inner city key card, they had spoken on the phone many times and were considered old acquaintances.

……

……

Wu Fengshui, Yusa, Maruk, Himuro Ryo—

The four of them gathered together and rested by the open space, watching Shiramu Cheng stretch his waist and abdomen and move his wrists to warm up.

"..."

Recalling what had just happened, Himuro Ryo couldn't help but sigh, "I think I can understand what Shiraki-kun meant by exploring strength through challenging difficulties."

"It is precisely because of facing difficulties that one can develop a pure and direct fighting style like 'Pankrasin,' which is truly powerful."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Bai Mucheng laughed, "If my exploration of 'what is strength' is limited to martial arts, my masters will not forgive me."

"I myself feel that I still have a long way to go..."

Himuro was taken aback. "Huh?"

He couldn't understand it for a moment.

Is the "Pankrasin" fighting style, honed through training against over a hundred thugs, still "far from being good enough" for Shiraki Sei?

"..."

Bai Mucheng stood up, took the water bottle that Wu Fengshui threw to him, and rinsed his face with water.

"call--!"

He took a deep breath and said, "There is an opponent in the inner city who is very interesting to me. He is difficult for me, and he is also visibly strong."

"In short, in order to be able to fight him, I need to find someone else to warm up with."

"This is so difficult, I might really die..."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Himuro Ryo's eyes trembled.

He noticed that although descriptions like "difficult" and "will die" were not untrue, Shiraki Cheng's expression seemed somewhat cheerful.

The "Pankrasin" who previously drove away more than a hundred people—just how powerful must one be to surpass that kind of spirit?

"..."

Just as he was thinking this, Himuro Ryo glanced into the distance out of the corner of his eye.

On the other side, Wu Fengshui's gaze also sharpened, looking in the same direction as Himuro Ryo, which was the direction of the onlookers.

A few people slowly emerged from the crowd.

Unarmed, wielding a stick, wielding a katana, wielding an iron chain, and so on and so forth...

They are all powerful figures in the Three Wolves District, including but not limited to martial artists, criminals, killers, professional assassins, and travelers...

Those people waited for a long time until Bai Mucheng's strength had recovered considerably before they began their operation.

"...They've arrived."

Bing Shi Liang's gaze was low as he reminded Bai Mu Cheng.

"Don't underestimate them. Some of them are still active in the underworld. They live in the inner city out of interest, because they can beat people up to their heart's content here."

In other words, they are all pursuing 'power' just like you.

"..."

Bai Mucheng nodded in understanding, stood up, patted his pants, and slowly walked forward into the abandoned camp.

After fighting over a hundred thugs, one should normally be somewhat exhausted.

Strangely, Bai Mucheng felt an indescribable lightness and joy in his body and mind, as if he couldn't wait to fight the next battle.

Another punch? Another kick? Maybe even a headbutt!

Whoosh~ Whoosh whoosh!

Bai Mucheng stood sideways, facing the powerful figures of the Three Wolves Street. His body swayed rhythmically, and he unconsciously threw several punches.

Gradually, even though his body had relaxed, Bai Mucheng's punches and kicks did not stop, but became even more rapid and intense.

Swish swish--!

Chapter 434 The Victory or Defeat of the Martial Artists

"...Huh?"

Himuro Ryo watched from afar, carefully observing Shiraki Sei's actions, but found that they didn't match his "feelings".

They were just assuming a fighting stance, but it looked like they were throwing punches and kicks with all their might!

Moreover, even though the strongmen of the Three Wolves District hadn't stepped forward yet, Shiraki Cheng had already started fighting, suggesting that there were "invisible" opponents!

"..."

Wu Fengshui sat on the low wall, his legs dangling and the heels of his boots tapping against the wall, making a smacking sound.

The girl blinked her black-and-white eyes, "It's starting again..."

Himuro Ryo was taken aback. "Start?"

Wu Fengshui added with a faint smile, "That's right, that's the 'realm' Bai Muqin reached during his training."

"..."

Himuro Ryo still didn't understand. Looking closer, he saw Shiraki Sei already in position on the open ground in the distance.

Facing the unseen "before me"—be completely focused! Be utterly absorbed!

Even though there was no specific action, Himuro Ryo could sense that Shiraki Sho was launching an attack or making a defensive move.

...Or rather, Shiraki Cheng could do that anytime!

Himuro Ryo tried to capture that feeling, not missing a single detail of Shiraki Sei's movements, and kept his eyes fixed on him.

Then--

Just like opening a folding fan, you use it to fan yourself;

Just like seeing a cut on your finger will cause pain, something like that...

You can feel how cool the ice room is!

Shiraki Cheng's stance concealed various tendencies toward punching and kicking, gradually outlining the "invisible" opponent.

He is a Pankrasin fighter who is over 2 meters tall and has a strong and muscular physique!

"This is really..."

The ice room paused for a moment.

It's not enough to fight against those powerful figures who are closing in step by step; we also need to add a "fantasy" sparring fighter to the mix.

"This should be considered... shadow boxing, right? It's like imagining your opponent is right in front of you and simulating attack and defense. It's a kind of bare-knuckle training that's a must in boxing."

Himuro Ryo was speechless for a moment, then couldn't help but laugh. "Is Shiraki practicing super-high-intensity shadow boxing? Sparring with his master?"

Wu Fengshui's eyes darted around. "I don't know much about it either, but it's pretty much the same!"

Himuro Ryo: "...?"

He forced himself to understand and finally concluded that, whether in reality or in fantasy, Shiraki Cheng was engaged in extremely intense battles!

"...No, that won't work!"

Himuro Ryo frowned as he looked at the powerful figures on the other side.

Among them were several familiar faces of Himuro Ryo, all renowned masters in the underworld.

Iaido swordsman, fast puncher, wrestler, karate practitioner, judo practitioner, Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu...

Unwilling to be suppressed by an "outsider" in the Three Wolves neighborhood, they gathered together to have a real showdown with Shiraki.

Over the years, there have been skilled individuals who attempted to suppress the entire inner city, but all their attempts were thwarted by the locals who refused to be suppressed, ultimately ending in disappointment or simply fizzling out.

There was a man named Wang Wujiao who was one of them.

Although in terms of the sense of oppression on a single person, that group of experts was far less powerful than the master that Bai Mucheng "saw," the key was that there were many of them, and their level was even higher than before!

"Gudu..."

Himuro Ryo swallowed hard. "Does a fighter's daily training really have to go this far!?"

……

……

The first one, a master wielding a Filipino short stick, stood in front of Shiraki Cheng.

—The two of them moved at the same time!

Swish!

[Ryuo Uppercut Kick]!

Bai Mucheng kicked out from the side, his starting speed faster than that of the short stick expert, forcing the opponent to raise his short stick to block, resulting in a loud "bang".

The short stick expert barely managed to block it, but was still kicked backward and staggered.

"..."

Ryo Hiroshiro could see it very clearly.

Sure enough, the experts in the Three Wolves District were able to barely block the "side kick" that had once instantly killed someone.

Just as Bai Mucheng was about to give chase, the expert beside him swung his cleaver and slashed down hard at Bai Mucheng's leg, a cold glint flashing in the air.

Whoosh!