Super Fighting Tokyo.

As soon as the sound subsided, a strange scene unfolded: the bottom of the eggshell cracked open!

[The Ultimate Weapon] Katsumi Guji - The Time for Ascension is Right!

Chapter 534 Thirst

Yuji Katsumi, recalling his past, poured all his desires into his imagination and finally succeeded in recreating Guo Haihuang's fist.

But for Katsumi, nicknamed "The Ultimate Weapon," this level was not enough to satisfy him.

He immersed himself in practice, staying up all night.

The next morning, he finally came to his senses, ate a meal, washed up, slept soundly, and then continued.

And so, several days passed.

Until another morning—

Inside the training hall at the headquarters of the Shinshin-kai.

Katsumi Guji, dressed in a karate uniform, stood alone.

Stand with your feet shoulder-width apart and your hands relaxed and half-clenched.

He had been standing there for a long time, completely immersed in the feeling, until a thin layer of sweat appeared on his skin.

This is it...

Now, he can truly feel that this "stance" is the right one.

In order to deliver the ultimate blow, every corner of the body must be relaxed to the point of melting, as if even the bones have turned into liquid.

This is what "exhaustion" means!

Guo Haihuang demonstrated to Bai Mucheng that ultimate realm.

Although I haven't reached Guo Haihuang's pinnacle level, nor am I as good as Bai Mucheng's soul-level "exhaustion", I'll just use it for now.

Keji thought to himself.

Guo Haihuang and Bai Mucheng.

Besides these two, I'll also need to use everything I own...

Waiting for the right opportunity.

The fist, which should have been a weapon, seemed to resist being a weapon, neither clenched nor open, but rather in a relaxed, half-clenched position.

That state is just like a baby's hand.

This is the first time in my life I've ever made a hand shape!

This kind of fist...

Yes, it is the ultimate karate fist that my father, "Foolish One-Walking," once comprehended—the Bodhisattva Fist!

"..."

The imagination regarding joints is not limited to the right arm.

And the neck, spine, legs, even the ankles and soles of the feet—imagine countless joints in these areas, and prepare to accelerate!

That's it...

Thinking of this, Katsumi couldn't help but tremble.

Haha, even I'm trembling?

Throwing a punch into an empty space—this extremely common practice in dojos actually makes me tremble?

Oh dear, that won't do.

Keep a calm and composed mindset...

Just as the highly motivated "Shiraki Sei" said, relying on hard work is useless; you have to use a calm mind to deliver this punch.

And that's it...and that's it...

"..."

In that instant, Katsumi suddenly had a feeling, as if he were using his whole body to bear a part of those people.

Guo Haihuang's imagination and exhaustion, Yu Di Du Bu's clenched fist, Bai Mu Cheng's calm mind—

All of this converges, driven by the innate talent of Yuji Katsumi.

Use your whole body...

Go all out!

Accelerate, clench your fist, and punch!

Bang——! !

Katsumi pushes off the ground with his right foot, propels his left leg forward in a large stride, and instantly throws out his right fist, striking the air in front of him.

Rumble—!!!

A tremendous sound erupted instantly, spreading out with violent vibrations that shattered the entire floor of glass, the roar echoing throughout the nine-story building of the Divine Heart Society.

Splash splash splash splash...

—?!

The disciples inside the building initially thought it was an earthquake, but then they realized that the tremors were actually coming from the seventh-floor dojo.

Terada arrived first, followed by Suedo Atsushi, Kato, and many of his disciples.

They stared at the devastated temple grounds, noticing that all the windows on the floor had been shattered, and were stunned, unable to recover for a long time.

"Ha ha!"

Keji stood in the temple, looking back at the disciples who supported him and the Shenxin Society, and suddenly couldn't help but sigh.

"To master even one skill to a decent degree is an extraordinary achievement..."

"..."

The disciples paused for a moment, then Terada spoke first, "So... is it finished?"

"Ah, whether it's the techniques or the preparations for the battle against the primitives, I suppose it can be considered complete."

Katsumi nodded.

He stared at his right hand, savoring the memory.

It's incredible.

That unimaginable tactile sensation lingering on my right hand...

……

……

at the same time--

The sound of Katsumi Guji's punch seemed to penetrate space, reaching every corner of Tokyo and entering the ears of many.

……

Aokigahara Forest.

[Ashura] Tokita Ohma has just finished a phase of training, and the surrounding area is a mess of potholes.

He suddenly looked into the distance, "Yamashita Kazuo..."

"Huh? What is it?"

Yamashita Kazuo, who had been accompanying them from a distance, quickly came over.

Wang Ma blinked. "Did you hear that...? The sound just now."

Yamashita: "...?"

"Humph!"

Wang Ma felt something and shook his head. "No, it's nothing. Thank you for taking care of me."

Kazuo Yamashita chuckled and scratched his head. "It's alright, Mr. Ohma."

"Ah."

Wang Ma nodded, cracking his neck with a series of snapping sounds. "I've rested enough, let's continue!"

……

Musashino, by a small river.

Baki Hanma, the strongest boy on earth, also heard the sound coming from afar.

He glanced at it curiously for a few moments, then turned back to stretch his legs, easily spreading them into a split, and even managing to touch his chin to the ground.

He still has a practice match to play.

The opponent only exists in Baki's imagination, and is also the opponent Baki has long wanted to fight.

Tyrannosaurus Rex.

……

Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall, training ground inside the courtyard.

Shiramu Cheng also heard that sound.

He gazed into the distance, but was quickly brought back to his senses by a burst of sinister laughter from not far away.

{Hmph... Hahaha!}

The ink surged, and suddenly a burly figure appeared.

A dark hooded cape completely covered his head, with a few strands of silver-white hair hanging down.

His upper body was bare, his forearms were bandaged and he wore leather wristbands, and he wore blood-red trousers with knee pads and military boots.