Super Fighting Tokyo.

"..."

Shiraki leaned against the passenger seat, gazing at the moonlight tonight.

The girl asked curiously, "What's Pikachu like?"

"Once you see it, it's hard to forget..."

Bai Mucheng let out a long sigh, his mind racing, "How should I face Pike, and how can I bear this 'facing'?"

……

……

Two days later.

Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall, first floor, training dojo.

The main gate was locked, and only two people remained inside the dojo.

One was a barefoot martial arts gym owner, and the other was a handsome long-haired man with a scar across his face.

[Fighting Spirit] Shiraki Sei, and [Weird Man] Mushi Mitsuyo.

But the two are not playing a practice match today.

Instead, Mitsuyo Muishi heard that Shiraki had gone to see Piccolo, so he wanted to talk to Shiraki and borrow the space to practice.

"Don't you have a temple at home too?"

Shiraki, at Koishi Mitsuyo's request, prepared a large basket of baseball bats and held the basket in his arms.

Mushi Mitsuyo laughed and said, "My dojo is just me and my cosmos. It's much more lively here, Cheng. It'll give my cosmos a change of pace."

“He has made great progress recently and needs to practice with someone to take some time to reflect. I’m counting on you, Cheng.”

"..."

Shiramu Cheng would certainly not refuse, after all, the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall is such a "fighting center" where you can fight at any time.

"Great, fantastic!"

Shiraki grinned and asked, "Is it enough if I just throw you a baseball bat?"

"That's right, that's right!"

Mitsuyo Koishi clapped his hands, his breathing gradually becoming heavier, and the morbid fanaticism of the "Bonebreaker" was revealed in his expression.

"Although I couldn't bring myself to infiltrate a US military base, I really want to see Pike more often!"

"What does it feel like to touch his bones, which are from two hundred million years ago..."

Mitsuyo Koishi stuck out her tongue, her face flushed, and her eyes rolled back. "I can't control myself anymore. I can't let Kosou see me like this!"

"..."

Shiraki Cheng was already used to his old friend's eccentricities, and simply threw a baseball bat at him.

Swish!

In the blink of an eye, Mushi, like a humanoid python, grabbed and coiled around the baseball bat, then used joint locks to break it.

Click!

With a crisp crack, the baseball bat shattered into three pieces.

"Cheng, speed up!"

Whoosh!

Bai Mucheng threw out three at the same time, and Mu Shi caught them all. He even wrapped two of them with his hands and feet and then broke them off with force.

Click! Click!

"That feels better, Cheng. Now, let's talk about Pico again!"

"..."

Practice continues.

Shiraki threw the baseball bat faster and faster, and Mushi caught it all, enjoying the crisp sound of it breaking.

Crackling sound...

About ten minutes later, the two baskets of baseball bats that had been prepared in advance were empty.

Looking around, the vast practice field was littered with broken baseball bats, resembling broken bones.

Mitsuyo Koishi lay there, sticking out his tongue in pleasure, and sweating comfortably.

"Awesome!"

"Pure beauty of the human body? I see, that's what it feels like to see skin up close..."

Mu Shi took a deep breath, flipped over and jumped up to help Bai Mucheng clean up the mess and pick up all the small wood chips.

"Sorry for making a mess here, but I can't do this kind of thing by myself in the dojo, since I can't ask Cosmo for help!"

After wiping away his sweat, Mu Shi returned to his usual "sunny master" persona.

……

……

Another half hour passed, and the practice field was cleaned up.

Mu Shi glanced at the time. "The cosmos should be ready by now. Cheng, do you still need to make preparations?"

"I'll warm up first."

Bai Mucheng jumped up and down a few times. "Seeing you playing so enthusiastically, I'm getting a little excited too. Let Xiaoyuzhou do some warm-up exercises first, and come find me in half an hour."

OK!

Mu Shi made a gesture, "My disciple has made great progress recently, A-Cheng, you mustn't hold back."

Bai Mucheng grinned, "You're even more 'Spartan' than Guan Linchun's master!"

"..."

……

With Mushi gone, only Bai Mucheng remained in the training ground.

He stood alone on the floor, slowly taking steps, adjusting his breathing rhythm while also pondering.

Mitsuyo Koishi's joint lock practice just now undoubtedly involved treating the baseball bat as a human bone.

And what about yourself?

How can one hit Pike with their own striking techniques?

"..."

Bang~!

Suddenly, a fist pressed against Bai Mucheng's forehead, creating ripples like ink on water.

It turned out to be Ryu's fist.

The master, having waited for his disciple for a long time, stopped his disciple's bewildered steps with his fist, then raised his hand in a gesture of greeting and smiled:

Let's have a friendly competition.

"……OK!"

Bai Mucheng's steps were bouncy, his feet pushing off the ground with swift, powerful forward kicks.

Swish!

[High-level foot strike kick]!

For Shiraki Cheng, nothing is more suitable as a warm-up before a battle than the battle itself...

……

……

Half an hour later.

Xiaoyuzhou has changed his clothes and finished warming up.

Accompanied by his master, "Mushi Mitsuyoshi," he entered the practice area on the first floor.

"disturb……

He had only said half a sentence, and before he could even finish the last "了", Xiaoyuzhou froze on the spot, and Mushi Mitsuyo behind him was also stunned.

“Ah Cheng…”

The master and disciple only saw—

Bai Mucheng stood in the center of the training field, the ground around him covered in bloodstains, and his face was also covered in blood, with one eyelid swollen.

This scene had nothing to do with "warming up" at all; it was more like they had just gone through a fierce battle!

……No.

It was less like a fierce battle and more like a scene of carnage, with blood everywhere and a truly horrific sight!

Is this really something that can be caused by just "warming up for a fight"?!

"Oh, you've arrived?"

Bai Mucheng stood amidst the splattered blood, panting heavily. His figure appeared somewhat ethereal, like a drifting dark purple aura of calamity.

"..."

Mitsuyoshi swallowed hard. "A-Cheng, are you okay?"

"Fantastic! This is just right!"

Bai Mucheng shook his hand, tilted his head and spat out a mouthful of blood, muttering to himself.

"But that's not enough."

"To be able to bear the consequences of 'facing Piccolo'—"

"The 'realm' is not enough; one must touch the 'Tao' to be ready..."