Super Fighting Tokyo.

"Just rest and recuperate for the next few days. I'll arrange all the other tests."

Hao Hongye looked helpless. "After all, it's about going head-to-head with the strongest muscle on the ground, so we should be careful."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Bai Mucheng shook his head and corrected him, "Actually, it wasn't a direct 'fight,' but rather a 'fight' that incorporated techniques."

"I see, so this is the definition of Shiraki Sei as a 'fighter'."

Hao Hongye nodded, then suddenly asked curiously, "Miss Wu Fengshui didn't mention this before, so I'm asking one more question..."

Who won the fight between Shiraki Sei and Oliva?

"..."

This really stumped Bai Mucheng.

He rubbed his chin, which was still a little sore from the fracture, and looked troubled, unable to give a definite answer for the moment.

Did they win or lose?

Hao Hongye quickly raised her hand to stop her, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have bothered the patient."

"……Do not."

Bai Mucheng, however, did not find it annoying and smiled, "This kind of trouble is just right for me."

"Sometimes I actually like this uncomfortable feeling."

He tried to explain to the two doctors:

"Just like fighting, it involves hitting others and being hit—a constant back and forth."

"And that kind of thing is always very uncomfortable. Modern society doesn't even need to go to that point, but we just happen to like it."

"No matter how 'meaningless' it may seem, our lives cannot be changed."

"If you can no longer 'face' anything, and all that's left is the repetition of day after day, then all that's left is to eke out a living..."

Bai Mucheng clenched his fist slightly, feeling the bandages stretching and the power gradually gathering in his fist.

"So, no matter what you're facing, whether it's the strongest muscle on earth or some kind of annoyance or distress, just face it."

"I see no other choice besides this."

"..."

Upon hearing this, the two doctors paused, each lost in thought.

At this moment, Wu Fengshui returned from buying fruit, and Yingchu and Hao Hongye said their goodbyes.

Before leaving, Gao Hongye instructed, "If I don't contact you specifically afterward, it means there's no problem."

Bai Mucheng thanked him with a smile.

……

……

A week later, Bai Mucheng was discharged from the hospital and went home to recuperate.

For Shiramu Cheng, resting and recuperating were the afterglow of battle, so he didn't find it boring.

Time passed day by day...

A month later.

Fighting Spirit Martial Arts School.

"..."

The luggage left in the inner city has been delivered by Himuro Ryo.

Shiraki Cheng prepared a new display case and carefully placed a special banknote—the one given to him by "Mr. Two" Kebar.

As a new decorative item for the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Academy, this banknote is quite rare and beautiful.

"..."

Bai Mucheng was in a great mood. He peeled an orange for himself and strolled around while eating it, admiring the other decorations and occasionally wiping them.

There are still a few bandages on his body that haven't been removed, but they won't affect his mobility anymore.

Once it's all removed, there will probably be many more scars, right?

click, click, click...

Bai Mucheng walked barefoot to the gate of the Douhun Martial Arts Hall, where a glass window on the first floor stood before him.

He could feel that the soles of his feet were a little cold.

That's understandable, since it's winter now.

Even outside the window, everything was pure white!

Yesterday's heavy snowfall transformed Tokyo into a silver-white wonderland, with a thick layer covering the ground, including the courtyard of the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall.

"..."

Bai Mucheng tidied himself up and put on his clothes, pants, shoes, and socks.

He opened the glass door, stepped outside, and walked through the snow, the snow crunching under his feet. He went to the warehouse in the yard, took out a shovel and spade, and prepared to clear the yard and the area in front of the gate.

suddenly--

Swish!

A black shadow the size of a fist flew in from the doorway, heading straight for Bai Mucheng's head.

Bai Mucheng turned around smoothly, his left arm vanished in a daze, and when it reappeared, it had already caught the flying black shadow.

It's icy cold, and it's a snowball.

"Brother Cheng!"

Maruk cheered and waved to Shiraki from the doorway as he threw snowballs, clearly enjoying the snowy weather.

"Haha, not bad..."

Shiraki weighed the snowball in his hand, about to retaliate, when he suddenly noticed movement on the other side of the wall, so he made a high-arcing pass.

Whoosh!

The snowball fell in an arc to the other side, where it was caught steadily by Rito, who had arrived early to train and was already prepared.

"Aha!"

Li Ren and Maruk were good friends. Suddenly seized by a playful impulse, Li Ren threw a snowball with great force, hitting Maruk in the face.

Bang~!

Chapter 500 Winter Joint Celebration

Bang~!

Sparkling snowflakes exploded on Maruk's face, wetting a few strands of his hair and sticking them to his forehead.

"Whoa!"

Maruk, of course, wouldn't give up so easily. He grabbed a handful of snow, shaped it into a ball, and threw it at Rito.

Rito immediately jumped up, flipped over and leaped into the courtyard of the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall, and started a snowball fight with Maruk. They went back and forth, having a great time.

Whoosh! Snap! Snap!

……

……

Without disturbing the two, Bai Mucheng grabbed a shovel and broom and went outside to clear the snow from the street.

Snap... Snap... Snap...

The snow fell yesterday, and the temperature hasn't risen today, so it's relatively soft and easy to clear.

Occasionally, neighbors would pass by and greet Bai Mucheng.

Halfway through the cleanup, three figures approached from the distance on the street; all of them were people Bai Mucheng recognized.

【Strangulation King】Imai Kouyu, 【Fist Hero】Retsu Kaioh.

The last one was a tall, muscular American with short blond hair.

It turned out to be the gladiator nicknamed "The Emperor"—Adam Dadoli.

"..."

Not long ago, Adam was defeated by Ali in the Tokyo Dome underground fighting arena, suffering his first defeat in the Kengan Street Fight Championship.

Having witnessed the strength of the warriors here, he did not rush back to the United States, but instead began to operate as an "ordinary fighter".

He wanted to become stronger and also wanted to see how this "street battle" would end.

After several ordinary Kengan matches, Adam and Imai Kosou became acquainted and good friends.

"..."

After a brief exchange, Shiraki learned about Adam's current situation.

"The outcome of the streetball competition...?"

Bai Mucheng rested his chin on the triangular handle of the shovel and swayed it leisurely. "I always feel that this street competition can start at any time and end at any time."

Upon hearing this, Imai Kosou couldn't help but exclaim, "I heard from Mr. Wakatsuki that the battle between Mr. Shiraki and Mr. Oliva was truly amazing!"

Adam nodded in agreement.

As someone connected to the American underworld, Adam was well aware of the significance of "Biscayne Oliva".

Mr. Unchain is truly the "number one fighter in America," and for Adam to believe that Shiraki Cheng could fight him to the very end is like a myth.

This is also why Adam insisted on coming to the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall to meet Shiraki Cheng.