Super Fighting Tokyo.

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Meanwhile, on the other side...

Shinjuku streets.

A tall, burly thug was wandering the streets, looking for a suitable opponent to fight with tonight.

For that thug, it was just a daily pastime.

Without killing anyone, but also without letting the other party get away unscathed—to engage in a suitable, entertaining nighttime activity.

"..."

He hadn't found an opponent yet, so he went to a dark alley and randomly found a garbage dump to urinate in.

But at that moment, a large hand suddenly shot out from the pile of garbage and grabbed the thug's thigh.

"—!?"

Before the thug could even react or utter a cry of surprise, he was dragged into the garbage heap by that large hand and disappeared in an instant.

"..."

The pile of garbage began to twitch, about three minutes later.

Another, even larger figure suddenly emerged from the garbage heap, now dressed in the casual clothes of a thug, and even wearing a baseball cap.

—That person was none other than "Pico"!

It is quite obvious that even though the thug is quite tall, he is still rather thin compared to Pike.

Clothes and pants could be squeezed in and worn, but shoes could only be worn like slippers, with the heels even completely exposed.

But this didn't dampen Piko's good mood.

"Hurrl..."

He looked out of the alley with curiosity, his eyes reflecting the dazzling night scene and neon lights, all of which he had never seen before.

Then, imitating the thugs, Pike put his hands in his pockets and walked onto the streets of Shinjuku.

Chapter 525 A Lively Night

After saying goodbye to Katsumi Guji, Shiraki continued walking alone through the streets of Tokyo.

Like a tourist who loves to join in the fun, I wandered through the streets, passing through bustling shopping streets, and bought some snacks along the way to eat while walking.

Continue walking in the direction of home.

"..."

They walked for a long time, and kept stuffing food into their mouths.

This is clearly a bit unusual.

Even Shiramu Cheng himself knew this, but he still couldn't help thinking about it.

How much did you actually eat?

Why eat on the street? Wouldn't it be more comfortable to go home?

Perhaps, I was secretly hoping to run into Piccolo on this "street".

Click...

Shiramu Cheng opened a can of tea.

Even though I just finished eating pizza and ate a lot of snacks along the way, exceeding my usual intake, I still feel hungry and thirsty.

Pico, who lived 200 million years ago, would probably feel the same way.

Because their stomachs are not satisfied, they feel hungry and thirsty, and that's when they fight.

So—what about me?

My stomach is already full, but I still hope to bump into Pike on the street.

Therefore, I don't fight just to fill my stomach, but to explore "what it means to be strong" in a modern way.

This is a spiritual hunger.

It may seem ethereal, but the driving force it gives me is still very strong, even enough to ignite my fighting spirit in my body.

Ahh...

Bai Mucheng took a deep breath and looked up at the sky.

The more I thought about it, the happier I felt, and even my body felt much lighter.

The state of being "exhausted" is even more excellent, as if the whole person has transformed into an invisible spirit, drifting and wandering in the streets, distorting the air along the way.

Just thinking about Pike makes Shiraki Cheng grin from ear to ear.

—How far can my modern "hunger" burn, and will I be able to face Pico?

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I walked briskly through the streets and alleys.

Finally, we returned to the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall.

As mentioned before, Arisa and Maruk went to visit their classmates, and Wu Fengshui drove to pick them up. At this time, none of the three of them had gone home yet.

"..."

Bai Mucheng walked into the courtyard, about to turn on the light, when suddenly—

In the dark corridor, a thick, dark figure suddenly appeared, clearly having been waiting there for some time.

"—!?"

Startled, Bai Mucheng immediately jumped back and turned on the light.

Upon closer inspection, I immediately relaxed and saw a burly, bald, one-eyed man whom I had seen earlier that evening, dressed in casual clothes.

Indeed—[Martial God] Yu Di is unparalleled!

Shiramu Cheng: "..."

Shiraki Cheng: "Ah..."

He and Doppo stared at each other for a long time, then he finally complained bitterly:

"First it was Katsumi who came to see me, and then it was Doppo. You two are never going to stop!"

"..."

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Despite the complaints, we still have to give [Martial God] face.

Shiraki invited Dobu into the living room and brought out two cups of hot tea.

Du Bu took a sip from the cup, smacked his lips, and exclaimed in admiration, "This tea is quite good. Although the taste isn't expensive, the aroma is very mild. What brand is it?"

Shiraki Cheng admitted, "I heated the bottled oolong tea in the microwave."

Doppa: "..."

Doppa: "..."

He regretted asking that unnecessary question.

But since it was me who was bothering him so late at night, I decided to get straight to the point.

"I know without being told that when that kid Ke came to see you, it must be to chat with Pi Ke."

"The reason I came to see you is to talk about Keji."

Dubu sipped his hot tea, slightly raising his left eye to glance at Shiramu Cheng.

"Hey bro, after you hear that Katsumi is also interested in Pikachu, you'll probably laugh at Katsumi's overestimation of himself, right? After all, you beat him..."

Bai Mucheng waved his hands repeatedly, "No, no, no, how could that be?"

But Dubu pouted and retorted, "No, it definitely will, because that makes sense."

Shiramu Cheng: "..."

Bai Mucheng remained silent, his face drooping, his bitter expression even more pronounced than before, completely unable to understand what this uncle was trying to say.

Only then did Dubu finally return to the main topic and look outside.

"That kid Katsumi must be pondering a certain sentence over and over again, right?"

"What Ogre Yujiro Hanma said to him during our invasion of the US military base—"

Doppo imitates Yujiro's tone.

"That's why you won't be seen as an opponent by me, Baki, or your father!"

"—That's what Yujiro said to Katsumi."

"Katsumi must also think that this statement is correct."

Doppo scratched his head, looking quite troubled, and recalled to Shiramu Cheng:

"To be honest, I was also at fault in this matter."

"Back then, in the underground tournament at the Dome, I lost to Master Shechuan, the 'Martial Saint.' After that, on a whim, I resigned from my position as the head of the academy and let Katsumi take over."

"So, that kid always felt that he wasn't cut out for this."

He walked alone with his arms crossed over his chest, his expression extremely exaggerated, and he pouted, imitating Katsumi's tone.

"Ah! Father, you are a fool, but you possess a wealth of historical knowledge, legends, and leadership abilities that I lack!"

"I'm going to start a fight because of this..."