Super Fighting Tokyo.

"..."

The sound echoed through the streets of Shinjuku, seemingly spreading endlessly, eventually reaching the heavens and landing on the bright, clear moon.

Whether it was 200 million years ago or at this very moment, the same bright moon exists.

The bright moon, as always, witnessed the soldiers' thirst.

……

……

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

The sun was shining brightly, and the weather wasn't too cold.

Bai Mucheng, wearing only trousers and barefoot, stood alone in the training ground in the courtyard, eyes closed, standing quietly for a long time.

There were obvious marks on one side of his face, left by Pi Ke last night.

That's really interesting...

No matter how much you think about it, you'll never find it boring.

Because that punch represented Pike's "heart".

The primitive male, who couldn't even speak, used that eloquent strike to fully understand who he really was and what level of character he was.

With that incredibly intense feeling, he delivered the blow as if striking out his own soul...

With just one blow, they became good friends.

With just one strike, I tasted the flavor of that "heart".

"..."

Thinking this, Shiramu Cheng's muscles gradually became hot, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his body, and he assumed his familiar fighting stance.

Stand sideways on the field, with your left arm pressed forward and down, fingers spread, and your right fist clenched tightly against your ribs.

"Gudu..."

Bai Mucheng swallowed hard, asking himself:

Can I do it...?

To reach... or even surpass that realm!

He became incredibly insane, obsessed with fighting to the extreme, and poured everything he had into the battle.

Whether it's attack or defense...

No matter what choices I make, my desire to win remains extremely strong!

So, in the next strike, after a desperate struggle, racking one's brains, and making a decision, one will ultimately think—just fight like this!

When you reach this level, a single punch can seem to unleash your "soul".

"..."

Shiramu Cheng's breathing gradually returned to a rhythm as he recalled the "punches" he had taken recently.

The field I want to reach...

It is not like the "Way of Fist" of Retsu Kaioh, who devoted himself to martial arts;

No, it's not the godlike, pure "way of chivalry" of Kaoru Hanayama;

Of course, it's not the "wild way" that Pico possesses, which comes from 200 million years ago.

It is... the way of fighting.

That kind of "Way of Fighting" is not pure, and even a junior in a dojo can touch it, yet it exists in a higher realm!

If you're facing Piko, you can achieve that!!

"..."

Shiraki's muscles were gradually relaxing, entering a state of "exhaustion".

The soul-level "weakness" that used to only cause the right arm to "lose weight" can now gradually spread to the whole body.

Now it's time to make a move.

Use [Remove Force]...

It has been found in various martial arts and even sports, and has even been used as a key technique.

In the midst of intense movement, in life-or-death battles, in emergencies requiring the use of every muscle in the body—

In order to comprehend the higher level of "exhaustion", martial artists throughout history have gone to great lengths.

Now, what should I call this force?

...mental strength.

"call……"

Bai Mucheng exhaled a breath of hot air, with wisps of white smoke flowing from the corner of his mouth.

My consciousness went berserk, and the surrounding ink-wash painting surged.

Gradually, footsteps approached, but they were not from humans; instead, they were the clearer sound of horses' hooves.

Tap, tap, tap, tap...

Because his eyes were closed, Shiramu Cheng couldn't see him, but he could sense it.

Indeed, a huge horse was walking towards him from a distance, and then stopped slightly beside him.

"Hululu..."

The horse brought its mouth close to its own and gently exhaled two puffs of warm air.

Shiraki Chengneng could feel a tenacious vitality in it.

At that moment, the person on the horse spoke in a deep voice.

Oh? It seems this horse likes you.

{……All right.}

The man seemed to sizing up Bai Mucheng, then said, "If you're someone who seeks power... then give it a try."

{The power you possess, the thirst you have, the joy and sorrow you feel...}

These are the things that made you who you are.

But you still need to work harder, lest you be wiped out by me.

{Hmph... Ahahaha! Hahahaha—!}

The man revealed a set of white teeth and let out a series of low laughs that sent shivers down one's spine, as if facing some kind of endless nightmare.

But all Bai Mucheng could sense at this moment was the pervasive "soul-level [exhaustion]"—

Mental strength.

Swish... Swish...

Shiramu Cheng's entire body seemed to disappear, transforming into a weightless soul.

Finally, following his instincts, he suddenly did a forward somersault on the spot, so fast that beads of sweat even came off his skin, and he was suspended in mid-air for a moment.

That was a flip kick, but at the moment of initiation, Shiramu Cheng's entire body seemed to disappear for a split second.

Swish!

Amidst the ear-piercing whistling sound, Bai Mucheng solidified once more, slamming his heel heavily onto the ground with a deafening roar.

Boom! ...

This stomp shattered the sand beneath his feet, causing the ground to tremble and creating a crater that looked like an explosion.

—Very deep!

The force penetrated deep into the earth, causing cracks to spread out and even tearing apart the edges of the field, with the roar echoing far and wide.

"...?!"

Whoa!

The door next to them opened, and Wu Fengshui, You Sha, and Maruk popped their heads out, startled by the commotion.

Shiraki Seungze turned to look at them, a few beads of sweat still clinging to his face.

"Not enough..."

Bai Mucheng grinned, continuing to immerse himself in the moment, "This kind of 'hunger' isn't enough to satisfy Piko..."

Chapter 530 The Joy of Exploration

Wu Fengshui, You Sha, Maruk —

The three people who lived at the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall often watched Shiramu Cheng practice.

Whether it's sweat scattered all over the ground, a chaotic scene, or even the occasional bloodstains, nothing surprises them.

But what they had just heard was truly shocking.

The sound wasn't loud, far less deafening than the roar that erupted the moment [Strike the Extreme] was born.

But its penetrating power is extremely strong, as if it can pierce through the eardrum and reach the brain!

"—?!"

The three of them were afraid of disturbing Bai Mucheng's cultivation, so they did not speak immediately.

Wu Fengshui opened his eyes wide, his [Liberation] activated, blood vessels bulged around his eye sockets, and his black-and-white pupils rolled around.

She carefully observed Bai Mucheng and found that all of his muscles were in a state of calm after a powerful outburst.

Like a boxer who has just thrown a powerful punch, only now Shiramu Cheng has gone a step further, reaching a higher level.