Super Fighting Tokyo.

"Look."

Baki gestured to the two people beside him to look at Katsumi Guji's face.

That face, with its eyes closed and stained with blood, now appeared unusually arrogant.

Baki's brows furrowed as he slowly said, "He has now displayed such a proud blossoming and bearing of fruit!"

"..."

Then, even more people came to welcome Keji.

Doppo Yuji, Dr. Payne, Tokugawa, and Kaoran.

Everyone has different feelings and insights.

For example: walking alone in a foolish place.

As a father, Dobu is genuinely proud.

He and Katsumi, as father and son without blood ties, have come a long way together—

Looking back now, wasn't it just that one moment?

When Katsumi was told about the defeat of Retsukaioh, the "Fist of Fury," he said, "Pikko just looks down on people."

As soon as those words were uttered, Dubu had a premonition—

Keji is undergoing metamorphosis.

And at this very moment, he has beautifully transformed into a butterfly!

"I just can't do anything with you..."

Yuji Dobu slightly raised his head and, along with the others, watched as Katsumi was carried away.

"..."

Suddenly, strange shouts came from the other side of the passageway—the direction of the stadium.

"Woo-oh-oh~~~~!!!"

It sounded as if someone was shouting, or like a conch shell being blown.

Dr. Payne listened intently, paused, and then said, "...Pico?"

"Yes."

Tokugawa said solemnly, "That sound—the 'distant roar' that seemed to echo from the depths of the earth—was made by Piko."

As Tokugawa and Dr. Payne stated.

At this moment, Pico, having recovered his senses, was kneeling on the football field, on the battlefield where he had previously fought, with his hands clasped to either side of his mouth, his face turned upwards.

He roared loudly, tears streaming down his face, for a long time without stopping.

"Woo-oh-oh~~~~!!!"

It was like an echo from ancient times.

This shows that although Pike appeared to be unharmed, this battle—this miracle known as "Katsumi of the Fools"—must have been extraordinary for him!

……

……

The following morning.

Sugaya General Hospital.

Yudi Keji recuperated here.

He underwent an emergency surgery that lasted all night, performed by "Yingchu" with remote consultation by "Haohongye," and was only wheeled out of the operating room in the early hours of this morning.

After lying down for several hours, Keji was awakened by the sharp pain in his right arm. When he opened his eyes, he saw the bright sunshine.

"..."

He lay there for a while, or perhaps he was lost in thought for a moment, before finally snapping back to reality at the sound of footsteps.

Turning around, I saw it was Retsu Kaioh.

"Hum..."

Keji chuckled softly, then slowly sat up. Retsukai also helped to lift the hospital bed slightly, allowing Keji to lean against the pillows.

Lie Haiwang said with a faint smile, "I heard from Ying Chu that you would probably wake up by now, so I came to visit you."

As he spoke, Retsukai took out a thermos and poured a cup of tea for Yuji Katsumi.

"I blended this tea myself."

"..."

Keji raised his left hand, took the teacup, and slowly drank the warm tea.

He exhaled a breath of warm air, "Mmm, it smells so good, it tastes so good..."

Lie Haiwang explained leisurely, "This is fermented tea, which is why it has a deep aroma and flavor."

Katsumi nodded in approval, “Indeed, very profound.”

King Lie Hai smiled faintly, "The jade dew here is also quite good, but it's still not enough for me."

"Ha ha……"

Ke Si grinned broadly.

How could he not hear the implied meaning?

The "fermented tea" mentioned by Retsu Kaioh probably refers to "fist techniques," which have a flavor that is thousands of years more profound than "Gyokuro - Karate."

Therefore, "karate" was not very satisfying for Retsu Kaioh.

Not long ago, Katsumi would have been helpless in the face of this, since he had been defeated by Retsukai-oh and had no room for rebuttal.

but now……

"Next time, let me make you a cup? It's delicious gyokuro..."

Katsumi smiled faintly, already able to respond calmly:

"Bancha, sencha, roasted tea... none of them are fermented, but they all taste very good."

"..."

A brief silence fell in the ward.

Suddenly, a light knock came at the door; it turned out that someone else had come to visit.

Shiraki Cheng has arrived.

He was carrying an expensive box of cream cakes, which Wu Fengshui had bought with his commission, and he was also bringing some for Yu Di Keji.

Although he had already inquired with Yingchu and Hao Hongye, the first thing Bai Mucheng couldn't help but look at was Keji's right arm when he entered.

—It was wrapped up tightly, like a big club.

Because Katsumi maintained his fighting spirit and composure until the very end, Pico couldn't bear to ruin that amazing "miracle".

Thus, Katsumi's right arm was preserved.

Regardless, the impact of that final punch was too great, severely injuring Katsumi's right arm.

Otherwise, Yingchu and Hao Hongye wouldn't have gone out together and spent the whole night repairing various human tissues.

Bai Mucheng asked, "How is your right arm?"

Katsumi pursed his lips slightly. "I can feel the blood and energy, but it's very weak. I guess I can't go back to what I used to be?"

Bai Mucheng feigned surprise, "It can't even compare to a baby's hand!?"

Katsumi gave a helpless, bitter smile. "Then... should I be stronger...?"

He also understood what Bai Mucheng meant.

As long as we're alive, we can keep fighting.

As long as you can still clench your fist, you can throw it again!

"..."

Katsumi's expression softened.

Shiraki Shigeaki couldn't help but recall, "I heard that Katsumi once defeated Kaoru Hanayama, and Kaoru Hanayama was defeated standing up."

"Yes, I did it too—something so incredibly impressive and amazing."

Katsumi Uchi readily admitted, "I have no humility about this."

"A person who lives by fighting—a person who walks the path of martial arts is the envy of everyone."

"This is exactly the kind of game we're looking for!"

"..."

At this moment, even the Sea King, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but speak up, "Katsumi..."

“I know very well that it is quite rude of me to say such things to someone who has lost.”

"—But I'm jealous of you, and that's something I can't get over."

"..."

"I accept that as well."

Katsumi put down his teacup and said calmly, "However... I don't need to say more, this wasn't something I did alone."

"Lie Haiwang, Guo Haihuang, Bai Mucheng..."

"Not to mention the three of you, there are countless ancestors who have evolved for thousands of years without ever ceasing..."

"The breath, the warmth, and the vast expanse of time of millions, tens of millions of our ancestors..."

"I can still feel it clearly even now."

Katsumi smiled lightly.

"That match was a collaboration in the history of combat sports, and I was just lucky enough to be the representative."