Super Fighting Tokyo.

Once Baki realized this, his previously strained self-control and the "Hanma blood" flowing through his veins immediately broke through their limits.

The boy suddenly began to act—

Swish!

A swift upper left roundhouse kick landed on Pike's side of the face.

With a loud "bang," Pike's face was kicked so hard that ripples appeared, and his burly body staggered and swayed.

"...!?"

This was an instinctive kick, one that even Baki himself didn't react to.

When the boy came to his senses, he quickly said, "I'm...I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..."

But Pike didn't care about that; instead, he looked at Baki with a happy expression.

"what……"

Baki felt a little embarrassed by the stare. "Um... why are you looking at me?"

At this moment, Doppo Goji spoke up, reminding him, "Baki, what can he possibly do to us?"

"That's true."

Thinking this, Baki slowly took off his jacket, clearly a little nervous. "We're face to face now, so it's still going to happen, isn't it? A fight is coming..."

But suddenly, Kaoru Hanayama spoke up from the other side, "...Is this alright?"

Kaoru Hanayama, hands in her pockets, looked at Pike and asked, "Is it really a good idea to drag in 'outsiders' from 200 million years ago?"

Doppo was taken aback. "What...?"

Kaoru Hanayama immediately shook her head. "No, I was being nosy. After all, Pike seems quite willing to take action."

"..."

Baki heeded that chivalrous reminder.

The boy recalled that when he was 13 years old, during his training, he took the initiative to challenge a Yaksha ape in the mountains and eventually won.

But afterwards, the boy realized that he might have just been disturbing a monkey's peaceful life.

Does this apply to skincare products as well?

"Thank you, Huashan."

The young man smiled faintly and said, "I almost made the same mistake I did five years ago."

"This kind of behavior—finding animals that live peacefully, entering their territory, and forcing them into a life-or-death struggle..."

"This is so annoying!"

Baki abandoned his battle stance and instead put his hands in his pockets, looking a little embarrassed.

"I was just a little bored, just wanted to have some fun, so I just followed my whims and did what I wanted."

"Sigh, I almost did something stupid again..."

"..."

Baki was thinking about what he should say to Pikachu next.

suddenly--

Swish!

Pike, who could no longer contain himself, suddenly pushed off the ground with his right foot, shattering the road surface with such force, and then kicked out with his left foot like a sharp arrow.

Whoosh-!

That kick landed squarely on Baki's chest, sending the boy flying backward, creating a huge gust of wind as he crashed into the convenience store in the distance.

Splash! Splash!

The chaotic cracking sounds rang out again.

Everyone looked on in astonishment and turned to look.

My gaze passed through the broken glass window of the convenience store and landed on the overturned shelf, where I saw three figures lying side by side.

Shiramu Cheng: "..."

Tokita Ohma: "..."

Arranged in chronological order —

Tokita Ohma, Shiraki Sho, and Hanma Baki.

All three of them were in so much pain that their brows were furrowed. Baki was panting heavily, feeling dizzy and experiencing a sharp pain in his chest.

"..."

Everyone stared blankly at the scene, when suddenly they heard other sounds.

Shh...shh...

Looking in the direction of the sound, one could see Pi Ke with his arms outstretched, happily jumping around in place, then pointing one finger to the sky and continuing to jump.

It resembled some kind of dance.

He had already eaten his fill that night, so he had no desire to eat. At that moment, he just felt happy, and even his eyes were squinting from smiling.

Swish!

Pi Ke, following his own rhythm, switched to his other hand, clenched it into a fist, and raised it high above his head.

Shh! Shh...

The footsteps were light and cheerful, requiring no further explanation; their meaning was clear just by looking at them.

This is a "celebration".

—Celebrating one's victory through this dance.

Whether in ancient or modern times, the way to express "victory" is the same.

Chapter 529 Endless Thirst

The streets of Shinjuku are Kaoru Hanayama's territory.

In other words, the Metropolitan Police Department generally won't get involved unless ordinary people are involved.

Although tonight's riot was massive and nearly destroyed a convenience store, no ordinary people were injured.

So, after promising to compensate, everyone left quickly.

Kaoru Hanayama and Doppo can return to the underground arena by sending a leather bag.

The three lying in a row—Ohma, Shiraki, and Baki—were also taken there and received some simple treatment in the infirmary.

None of the three suffered fatal injuries, but each of them bore Pike's marks.

Wang Ma's arms, Shiraki Sho's face, and Baki's chest.

……

"..."

that's all.

The Shinshin-sei disciples who remained there told the second-generation curator, Katsumi Guji, about everything that had happened.

"Is...that's how it is..."

Katsumi's expression was somewhat complicated. "I see, they all left..."

The disciples were also very unwilling, saying, "We are extremely sorry! Because too many things happened, we were unable to stop them!"

However, Katsumi, who had been clenching his fists, suddenly relaxed and changed the subject, "Isn't it pretty good? Right?"

"...Huh?"

The disciples were stunned upon hearing this. "Master, is this really a good idea?"

Katsumi laughed and said, "In the end, it's just because Master Retsukai lost that we're curious about Piko's fight."

"If that's the case, why does Pike have to fight me?"

"My dad, Baki Hanma, Kaoru Hanayama, Sho Shiraki, Ohma Tokita... I have as many guys as you want who dare to challenge me!"

"And there's another problem..."

Katsumi opened his eyes wide, as if asking himself a question.

"Did I win?! Did I beat that Pico?!"

"No matter what, the opponent is the one known as the natural enemy of Tyrannosaurus Rex—the strongest warrior of the Cretaceous period!"

"Facing that kind of monster, can I—Katsumi Gokuchi, this greenhorn of a second-generation heir—really win?!"

"..."

That wasn't a question asked in order to get an answer.

Or perhaps it was a foolish, self-reflective questioning, but either way, it only made him feel worse.

"……Feel sorry."

Katsumi, in a fit of anger, apologized to his disciples, saying, "I was the one who said it; the focus of this battle wasn't on winning or losing..."

He took a deep breath and scanned his surroundings.

Inside the chaotic convenience store, three human-shaped dents, hardened by being smashed, can still be seen on the overturned shelves.

The disciples held their breath, waiting for the academy master's next decision.

Immediately, as if he had made a great decision, Keji removed his headscarf and bowed deeply to his disciples.

Katsumi said in a deep voice, "Everyone, please lend me a hand!"

The disciples responded with a loud shout: "Yes—!"