Super Fighting Tokyo.

The battle to never be separated from oneself!

Chapter 507 Bai Mucheng’s stunts

The next day, at the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Academy.

The first floor is the practice area.

"..."

Shiraki Cheng stood in the center of the dojo, barefoot and naked except for a pair of shorts, his body covered in a layer of sweat.

In front of him was a 150kg heavy sandbag suspended from the iron frame of the roof beam, connected to the top by a thick rope.

The surface of the sandbag was mottled, patched with several layers of bandages, but this also made it more resilient, just like a human scar.

Along the wall of the training dojo, four or five identical sandbags were piled up, with obvious dents on their surfaces and broken ropes at the top.

Looking at Bai Mucheng covered in sweat, it was clear that he had been hitting the sandbag for quite some time.

"call……"

Bai Mucheng exhaled a breath of hot air, stood sideways, his left hand outstretched and pressed down, his right arm close to his chest to protect his ribs, which was also his most familiar fighting stance.

The surrounding ink wash was surging.

In a daze, Bai Mucheng's left half of his body drifted away, turning into some unknown substance that shimmered with a ghostly blue light and shadow, spreading and encroaching on the sandbags in front of him.

Splash...

The "spiritual power" born from the state of "exhaustion" gradually enveloped the entire sandbag.

The next moment—

Swish!

The previously elusive and intangible spiritual energy instantly materialized, unleashing an unimaginable burst of power that allowed Bai Mucheng to activate it instantly.

【Charge with Fighting Spirit】!

Ode!

Bai Mucheng lunged forward, instantly getting close to the sandbag.

Immediately after, bend over and press down, stand in a sideways position, shift your weight to your toes, push off with your heel, and deliver a series of fast hook punches.

【Ed's Mental Strength Quick Attack】!

Bang bang bang bang!

The continuous, rapid punches caused the heavy sandbag to tilt gradually, and its unsecured bottom slowly rose to the surface.

Immediately afterwards, he slammed his left fist down like a hammer, followed by a powerful upward hook with his right.

Boom! !

Two muffled thuds struck, causing the iron frame above to tremble and make a loud "bang".

"drink--"

Bai Mucheng roared and gathered his strength before unleashing a powerful right punch.

boom!

With a sharp "crack," the sandbag tilted and swayed dramatically, and the thick rope connecting the frame to the top snapped.

"--brake!"

The sandbag completely lost its anchor point, but instead of landing, it was knocked into the air by Shiraki Chengyi's left hook.

【Ed's Low-Level Heavy Strike Combo Technique】!

A left hook followed by a left uppercut, then a powerful right uppercut.

Bang bang bang!

[Exhaustion] Heavy punches landed on various parts of the sandbag, making it unable to touch the ground for a moment, allowing Bai Mucheng to strike even harder.

【Ed's Mental Power Flash Attack】!

boom!

He threw a hook punch, followed by a quick forward step, the hook scraping against the floor with a "squeak" sound. He adjusted the angle and threw another punch.

boom! !

Squeak-!

Bang bang bang!

He continued to deliver heavy punches until his breathing became rapid. Only then did Bai Mucheng push off the ground and twist his waist, pressing his entire weight onto his fists and delivering a powerful forward thrust.

【Marisa's Roman Dagger】!

Clang!

The heavy sandbag was hit and flew out with a "whoosh," landing on top of the sandbags that had been lying down before, and then rolled to the side.

"Huh...huh..."

Bai Mucheng was panting heavily, having already walked several steps away from where he stood. Sweat had soaked his path, and his footprints were still visible in the distance.

This intense, high-intensity training session was comparable to the Olympic track and field final, but it was just an ordinary daily practice session.

"..."

Just then, the sound of clapping came from afar.

clap clap clap...

Turning my head, I was struck by a young man with a muscular build, tanned skin, long hair tied up, a Thai-style pendant on his forehead, bare feet, and dead fish eyes.

It was none other than the heavyweight four-time world champion, Thailand's "God of Fighting"—Gaorang Unsavad.

At this moment, Gaolang had a long towel draped over his shoulder, having already wiped away the sweat from his body, clearly indicating that he had just finished exercising.

He looked at Bai Mucheng's practice marks, clapped his hands, and exclaimed, "As expected of you!"

"Ha ha!"

Shiraki Sei grinned.

He grabbed his towel, draped it over his shoulder, and started doing some flexibility stretching exercises while chatting with Gaolang, whom he hadn't seen in a long time.

"..."

Gaolang crossed his arms and leaned against the wall. "Your punches just now were so powerful, it was as if the punching bag was 'stuck' to your fists. It was truly amazing."

Shiramu Cheng raised his right leg high, kicking it out in a straight line, and continued the stretching motion.

He was a little embarrassed by what was said, "As a [God of War] specializing in striking techniques, I can definitely do it if I want to."

Gaolang shook his head, "...Not necessarily. After all, my striking techniques focus more on 'hitting out,' and I can't do your kind of 'pulling' style of fighting."

Bai Mucheng continued stretching his arms, "It's still not enough..."

Gaolang raised an eyebrow. "You're saying your level of 'exhaustion' isn't high enough? By whose standards?"

Shiramu Cheng grinned helplessly, "You know perfectly well why I'm asking. This level of understanding is no match for the 'Cretaceous' period."

"As expected, it's Pike."

Gaolang nodded.

As a bodyguard of King Ralma XIII of Thailand, Gaolang was also well-informed and thus knew about Piko's resurgence early on.

"That 'fighting spirit' from 200 million years ago must be making many people itch with excitement, right? I'd also like to talk to someone about it."

Gaolang put on his coat. "By the way, His Highness brought back some Thai desserts from Thailand. I thought you would like them, so I'm giving you some."

Shiraki Cheng was naturally pleased, so he nodded and thanked him.

……

……

After resting for a while, Shiraki Cheng and Gao Lang went to the living room on the first floor.

Here, four people are playing mahjong.

Arisa, Lamar XIII, Shigeru Akagi, and Baku Madarame.

The first two need no introduction, while Akagi Shigeru, the "person of the divine realm," was simply there for a casual stroll.

As for Baku, this "Lie Eater" is not as detached as Shigeru Akagi, but he is also happy to build rapport and thank Shiraki Shige.

He had a deep entanglement with the criminal IDEAL, and they fought each other to the death.

Shiraki's actions in the inner city caused IDEAL to lose a large number of combat forces, and also created an opportunity for Baku to further devour IDEAL.

So, Baku has been busy with this matter all this time, and only today did he finally have time to come to the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall.

"..."

Logically speaking, these four people are all mahjong masters in different fields.

Even a layman like Bai Mucheng could clearly sense that the four of them were somewhat distracted today, simply discarding cards.

the reason is simple.

After all, compared to recreational mahjong with minimal stakes, today's front-page news in the English newspapers is far more eye-catching—

Man?! or Brast?!

—Is it human?! Or a beast?!

A male named "Pico" is about to arrive in Tokyo!

"..."

Such an important event is rare, so of course we should gather together to watch it. It would be best to find a place with many "experts," and the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Academy is naturally a good choice.

"Oh, the live TV broadcast is about to start, right?"