Super Fighting Tokyo.

He looked at his father and Bai Mucheng, "The King of the Sea lost?"

"It wasn't that we lost, it was that we almost got eaten."

Dubu corrected, "That [Fist Hero] was almost eaten by Pi Ke, who treated him like food."

Upon hearing this, Katsumi gradually gritted his teeth, and several veins bulged on his forehead. "How dare you look down on people...?"

Dubu asked, puzzled, "Who are you talking about?"

Katsumi clenched his fist. "Who else could it be? Of course, it's that monkey from two hundred million years ago!"

Doppo touched the top of his head, looking quite troubled.

"Katsumi, I see you still don't understand the essence of this matter—"

“Pike didn’t look down on anyone.”

"Or, to be precise, we can't even make him look down on us."

"..."

Katsumi rubbed his temples vigorously. "That's why I said, this is looking down on people!"

Du Bu shook his head. "Being looked down upon is a right, a qualification."

“However, Piccolo did not see us as the ‘opponent’ as defined by modern people, but as a completely different concept.”

"So Pi doesn't look down on anyone, just as we don't look down on fish and meat."

"..."

However, Katsumi was not convinced.

Judging from his expression, I'm even more convinced of one thing—

"Dad, you're the one who doesn't understand."

Katsumi looked up angrily and said, "I'll say it again, this—is called looking down on people!"

Upon hearing this, Doppo was taken aback and began to reconsider Katsumi's words.

"oh, I understand now."

Doppo nodded.

Meanwhile, Shiraki drank his coffee and, considering Katsumi's words, raised another question:

Has even the definition of 'opponent' changed?

"So, in the development of 'combat sports,' what has humanity lost, and what has it gained?"

"..."

Du Bu crossed his arms, pursed his lips, and lowered his head, unable to give an answer for a moment, and continued to ponder.

……

……

The various confusions that arose from Piccolo have turned into thick dark clouds, shrouding the entire fighting world.

The fighters were pondering all sorts of questions.

Even Pike himself couldn't suppress his curiosity.

At this moment, in the underground arena—

A massive, incredibly thick iron gate had been completely destroyed, and the valve on it, which resembled a bank vault, had been smashed to pieces.

The "Pico" that was placed inside had disappeared without a trace, apparently having slipped out after breaking down the door.

"..."

Tokugawa Mitsunari and Dr. Payne arrived upon hearing the news, and were both quite shocked by what they saw.

Dr. Payne, who was personally injecting Pico with the anesthetic, couldn't help but swallow hard.

"That's anesthesia that can keep a white rhinoceros asleep all night, yet Pike woke up within a few hours..."

Tokugawa was so surprised by the ruins of the iron gate that he broke out in a cold sweat.

"This is an extraordinary thing, after all, only 'Yujiro Hanma' has ever broken down this door!"

"..."

Meanwhile, at the top of a high-rise building near Tokyo Dome.

Pico, completely naked, sat cross-legged on the rooftop, enjoying the night breeze and looking down at the Tokyo streets as night fell.

……

……

The streets at night.

Bai Mucheng bid farewell to Wu Fengshui and walked alone.

He turned into a bustling shopping street and found a pizzeria for dinner.

"..."

Not long after they sat down, another person came over and sat opposite Bai Mucheng.

He was a young man with short slicked-back hair, dressed in casual clothes. He was the very person he had just met—the second-generation director of the Shinshinkai, Katsumi Kuchi.

Clearly, Yuji Katsumi came specifically to find Shiramoto Sei.

"It's my treat tonight."

Katsumi ordered another pizza and casually asked, "Where's Miss Wu?"

“When Yusa and the others went out to play, Fengshui drove to pick them up and will probably play with them for a while.”

Bai Mucheng sipped his cola. "So, why did you come all this way to see me?"

"..."

Keji shook his head helplessly and said with a wry smile, "There's something I've been trying to figure out, but I can't discuss it with my dad, so I came to you instead."

As he spoke, Katsumi looked out at the night sky and said, "I was wondering, if I had been there last night, would I have saved Retsu Kaioh out of 'friendship'?"

"Will I—Katsumi Gokuchi—let Retsu Kaioh carry out his own will, or will I carry out my own will to the very end?"

"..."

But to Katsumi's surprise, Shiraki's answer was quite strange.

“Brother, I don’t think my actions were ‘saving Retsu Kaioh,’ but rather a different feeling—a way of answering a question.”

Katsumi asked curiously, "What questions do you need to answer?"

Shiramu Cheng raised an eyebrow. "As I just asked—in the development of 'fighting,' what has humanity lost? And what has it gained?"

"If I can answer this question, I can ask Pike himself—what is strength."

"..."

……

While enjoying a hot pizza, the casual conversation continued.

Having fought against Shiraki Sei, Katsumi asked curiously, "When do you plan to fight Pike?"

Shiramu Cheng responded frankly, "I'll think about how to answer Piko once I've decided."

"Huh~~~?"

Katsumi raised one eyebrow. "Knowing your temper, I thought you'd start fighting right away!"

Shiraki Cheng grinned and said:

"After all, this isn't about winning or determining a winner—it's not that kind of battle."

"It would be a great pity if I couldn't figure out my opponent, and it would be meaningless to me."

"But then again..."

Shiramu suddenly changed the subject, stretching a piece of cheese from a pizza into a very long strip.

"Perhaps my battle has already begun. After all, I want to understand Piccolo, I want to devour Piccolo's 'heart,' and I want him to rack his brains and go to great lengths for me."

"Wouldn't this also be considered another form of 'predation behavior'?"

"—This is the 'hunger' of modern people."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Katsumi nodded thoughtfully, "Indeed, this is exactly how it should be for Shiraki Cheng."

The two ate and drank together, and soon it was time to part ways.

At an intersection, Bai Mucheng waved goodbye.

"..."

Watching Shiraki's departing figure, Katsumi thought of Retsukai-oh, while also pondering his own affairs.

This young karate practitioner was reprimanded by Yujiro Hanma at the military base, and is now being impacted by the battle between Retsu Kaioh and Pike.

Even talking to Shiraki only made her more confused.

and so……

All I can do now is take action!

When Katsumi made up his mind and looked up again, he saw that Shiramoto had already walked more than ten meters away.

Although the streetlights were bright, Bai Mucheng's figure began to sway faintly, as if he were floating and turning into a wisp of pale purple light.

"Eh~~~~?"

Katsumi immediately realized that it was not a visual illusion, but rather due to the "shape" of the white wood frame!

Shiraki Cheng's walking posture utilizes the technique of "exhaustion," which is almost integrated into his entire body and maintained at all times.

In other words, whether just now or now, Shiraki Cheng is still in a training state!

Katsumi blinked. "This is also 'normal mindset'..."