Super Fighting Tokyo.

"The reason why Oliva did not leave was precisely because he vaguely felt that his freedom was not absolute in the current inner city."

"Whether it's 'second-generation' Kebar, or... me?"

As Bai Mucheng finished speaking, he scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly, feeling as if he were praising himself.

“I want to give it a try—to face the freedom of Oliva.”

"..."

Hearing this, Kuroki Gensai understood and took a deep breath. "Hmm, alright! When do you plan to go?"

Bai Mucheng stood up, still relaxed. "I guess, as long as I want to go, it's no problem anytime..."

Chapter 476 Reflections on Freedom

"I guess, as long as I want to go, it's no problem anytime..."

"Whether it's now, in the evening, or sometime tomorrow, I think it's fine."

Bai Mucheng stood up, stretched, and chuckled to himself, "Haha, wasn't that a bit too casual?"

"Ugh...!"

Kuroki Gensai sat cross-legged on the ground, a bottle of mineral water still clutched in his thick, muscular hand.

The man's expression remained serious and somber. He shook his head. "No, on the contrary, I think this is your well-considered answer."

"You want to face the freedom of the 'unbound,' so you're trying to become a little freer yourself."

“I, Kuroki Gensai, can see through this kind of thing.”

Kuroki Gensai said in a deep voice, "—You even want to do whatever you want, thinking that only in this way can you touch Oliva's freedom."

"If the goal is to be the 'strongest,' then this is the step we must take, regardless of who our opponent is!"

"..."

Bai Mucheng raised an eyebrow and took a deep breath of fresh air. "So, it seems like having you as my opponent isn't a problem?"

Kuroki Gensai closed his eyes, remaining noncommittal.

Shiramu Cheng: "..."

Bai Mucheng: "...I have a feeling that if we don't say something soon, we're about to start fighting."

Then, Shiraki changed the subject, "Uncle Kuroki, you've made a mistake in your analysis."

"Ok?"

Kuroki Gensai would like to hear more details.

Bai Mucheng jumped around a few times to loosen his legs.

"I want to pursue strength, I want to face strength, but my goal is not to become the 'strongest'."

"Words like 'strongest' are terrifying to hear; they represent the end of a road and the final outcome."

"It's just that I'm fascinated by the pursuit of powerful passion and action, and I want to see the 'process after the process,' so I had no choice but to..."

"..."

Kuroki Gensai understood. "I see. So this is your perspective on battle..."

"Well, young man, I think we will meet at some point—in the process."

"It might be in the near future, or it might be now. Just do whatever you want with it; it's your freedom!"

After speaking, Kuroki Gensai closed his eyes to rest.

……

……

The autumn breeze is slightly cool.

Bai Mucheng warmed up on the spot, getting his muscles hot, then walked to a nearby open space, took off his shirt, and started punching and kicking.

Whoosh~ Whoosh whoosh!

The solid punches and kicks, though simple, are pleasing to the eye from any angle.

"..."

Residents of the Six Insects neighborhood gathered in small groups, all somewhat curious. "Is that a martial arts demonstration? Or is it boxing training?"

"—It's a battle."

Kuroki Gensai replied in a deep voice, "With intense fighting spirit, materialize the consciousness in your mind, and then fight against such an opponent."

"Look closely, don't doubt your eyes, that's a level similar to 'Child of the Demon' Baki Hanma."

After saying this, Kuroki Gensai stood up.

He shouldered his bag and headed towards the exit of the Six Insects Street, leaving everyone with a waving goodbye from behind.

[Demon Spear] Kuroki Gensai's request is complete, and he leaves the inner city.

……

……

"bring it on……"

Sweat beaded on Shiraki's forehead as he stared intently at what lay before him.

Consciousness went berserk, and ink-wash lines surged, outlining a massive Roman fighter assuming a Pankrasian stance.

—Marisa.

{Hmph! Want to show off a few moves?}

This enormous female fighter clenched her fists tightly, raising them to head level, her eyes shining brightly, and her movements were full of power.

{You have to increase the intensity all at once to make training effective.}

Keep pushing yourself!

As she spoke, Marissa slowly approached, and the moment her arm touched Shiramu Cheng's, the master and apprentice's "air control circles" converged.

{Aha—!}

Marissa took a large step forward, throwing a powerful punch with her Roman short sword, followed by a series of pressing forward steps.

Bang bang bang!

Shiraki Cheng's physique is definitely not small, but he is still no match for Marisa, who is 203cm tall and weighs 122kg.

In other words, even with the same Pankrasin fighting techniques, Marissa's direct pressure is a level stronger!

—This is exactly what I wanted!

Boom!

Shiramu Cheng leaps off the ground and delivers a flying kick from above.

Marissa instantly raised her arms to block with the [Roman Tower Shield], then swung her fists tightly, sending the white wooden beam flying.

Thunder!

boom!

Bai Mucheng was knocked backward and fell to the ground, his left eye and nose were red from the blows, but he stood up with a grimace and continued to gesture to his master.

Good job! Keep it up!

Marissa readily accepted the challenge, and the two fought another round.

"..."

In the distance, many residents of the Six Insects neighborhood continued to watch.

Even after the Demon Spear Kuroki Gensai left, no one bothered Shiraki Sei.

They watched as Bai Mucheng's nose bled from the beating, and then watched him become so engrossed in the action that he was sweating profusely, and they felt an indescribable sense of exhilaration.

You can leave when you want, fight when you want, stop when you want, and train when you want...

From this perspective, Shiraki's lifestyle is truly free, much like Unchain—as if he could not be bound.

"..."

After several rounds of sparring, Bai Mucheng lay on his back, sprawled out on the ground, looking up at the sky, panting heavily, his whole body soaked in sweat.

"Huh...huh..."

He was panting heavily, a satisfied look on his face, feeling that this was just right.

Let's be a little more "free" today and let that "unbound one" Oliva wait a little longer?

……

……

It was already evening when we returned to the campsite in Erhu Street.

With the situation in the inner city stable, the black markets in various neighborhoods have become much busier, especially in the evening, with all sorts of stalls available.

Wu Fengshui then took Bai Mucheng along to stroll around the black market.

The two walked along, chatting and laughing.

It must be said that the black market stalls were very suitable for Wu Fengshui, with many stalls selling contraband and all sorts of strange and unusual parts.

As a firearms expert of the Wu clan, the girl was having a lot of fun.

Bai Mucheng, looking relaxed, wore sunglasses and had his hands in his pockets, watching Wu Fengshui play with the parts and also watching her bargain with the stall owner.

...Although I don't really understand firearms.

"..."

Wu Fengshui packed a large bag of parts into his backpack, then turned to Bai Mucheng and said, "Want to go look at some accessories? Let's decorate the martial arts gym."