Super Fighting Tokyo.

In an instant, Bai Mucheng's mind surged, and his fighting spirit reached its peak.

That was the very "existence" that Shiraki was so proud of.

At this moment, that almost arrogant sense of "self-existence" reacted to Pike's expression and spontaneously exploded.

From another perspective—

Pico also firmly grasped the male's greatest weakness: "self-esteem".

"..."

Bai Mucheng took a deep breath, and his expression suddenly became peaceful.

Sorry, Pikachu.

My battle, my fighting spirit, my consciousness—these are all too vague, making you feel the unknown, which is why you dislike them.

And because I'm too weak, I can't leave an "impression" on you.

"..."

As Bai Mucheng reflected on himself, he slowly approached Pi Ke.

Tap, tap, tap, tap...

Seeing this, Pi waved his hands wildly again, using random fists and palms to engulf the advancing Bai Mucheng, trying to shake him off.

Anyone could see that Pike's movements carried no murderous intent or desire to attack, but they were still incredibly fierce swings!

Even so, Bai Mucheng accepted it all, letting the fists and palms hit him.

He was sent flying several steps away, then staggered back.

He was knocked backward and sent flying, but he rolled over and stood up again, closing in step by step!

Bang bang bang bang—!

Bai Mucheng stumbled closer to Pi Ke, enduring a series of injuries along the way. His head was spinning from being hit so hard, like a rag doll thrown into a washing machine.

That fighting spirit splashed bloodstains all around, eventually stirring up a vast expanse of ink painting.

Vega watched the battle from a distance.

At the same time, another ink-wash phantom appeared, transforming into a strange human figure that was soft yet resilient, and even shapeless.

{Hmm...someone lost and confused?}

There's no need to rush, but since it's your request, I'm determined to oblige.

Chapter 564 Surpassing Advanced Civilization by Two Hundred Million Years

Swish swish!

Pi Ke grinned and frowned in disgust, waving his arms wildly, trying to push Bai Mucheng away.

No matter how he pushed, slapped, or shook him...

I just can't get rid of Shiraki Cheng!

Swish!

He swung his right palm upwards, but missed Bai Mucheng's jaw, dodging it with a backflip.

Then, with a light touch on both feet, they continued to walk forward.

call!

He slapped his left palm horizontally, using the momentum to swing it out.

Shiramu Chengze raised his right arm to block, and at the same time pushed off the ground to the left, blocking while dissipating the force, turning his whole body one-third of the way around while punching.

Whoa!

His footsteps traced an arc on the ground, stirring up clouds of dust.

—But I still can't shake them off!

Pike's features scrunched up as he watched the indescribable, "uncertain" mass approach, and he retreated repeatedly.

"..."

Bai Mucheng stared quietly at Pi Ke, his face expressionless.

He moved forward step by step, his footsteps creating ink-like patterns on the ground, outlining more detailed figures in the distance—his masters.

Vega, still wearing that tattered cloak, crossed his arms and let out a ferocious snort.

Beside him, ink wash sketched another illusory figure—

He is a lean physique...

No, he's an Indian martial artist with an "amazing" physique!

His bald head was painted with red patterns, and he had a thick white beard on his chin.

His facial skin was rough and wrinkled, but that was just the result of years of hard work; he was probably not that old.

She was barefoot and naked, with an orange-yellow cloth skirt around her waist, and white cloth strips wrapped around her wrists and ankles, adorned with gold rings.

He is approximately 176cm tall and weighs an estimated 48kg.

But it's impossible to say exactly what happened, because at that moment, he was standing on one leg, and his hands and one leg were all "stretched out" and wrapped around his body!

Its skin was a bronze-brown color, with patterns drawn on it in red pigment.

He doesn't have bulging muscle lines, and is even somewhat thin, but upon closer inspection of his skin, there is a sense of taut strength, like a steel cable.

His pupils were also white, almost blending into the whites of his eyes.

But unlike Vega's deathly pale eyes, this Indian warrior's eyes were more focused and dignified, and also carried a sense of peace.

His name is: Darsim!

He was an Indian monk in meditation and a master of "yoga" with an extremely high level of spiritual attainment, even able to stretch his arms and legs at will.

At the same time, Dalsim is also a mentor to the world, listening to people's troubles and suffering.

He dislikes pointless fighting, but his personality is one of hatred for evil, which sometimes makes him appear ruthless in combat.

That strange standing posture, resembling a "human lollipop," was just an ordinary movement for him, and one of his daily yoga practices.

{…}

Follow your own rhythm.

Darsim's hands and feet began to wriggle, gradually "untie" off his body, stretching and contracting to a degree that conforms to human proportions, yet he still stood on one leg.

Even mastering unparalleled techniques doesn't necessarily mean you're better than your opponent.

We should frequently reflect on the meaning of our struggles in this world.

{…}

Darsim's voice was deep.

Vega, on the other hand, curled his lip in disdain. {To be bound by something like this is utterly absurd!}

"..."

Bai Mucheng heard both of his masters' words and stepped forward simultaneously.

Shiraki Cheng had a new idea.

As he got closer to Piccolo, more blows landed on him, a series of loud "crackling" sounds.

Those shovings left Bai Mucheng's face covered in blood, his skin red and bruised, to the point where he was covered in injuries.

The scene left the audience speechless.

"Gudu..."

Tokugawa swallowed hard and muttered, "Is he asking for a beating...?!"

……

……

While everyone was puzzled, Bai Mucheng had already stood in front of Pi Ke with his body in what could only be described as "tragic".

Pico slowly stopped, looking bewildered, and lowered his head in confusion.

"..."

Bai Mucheng tilted his head and spat out a mouthful of blood, then suddenly opened his arms and hugged Pike's body, forcefully transferring the warmth of his arms to it.

That tangible tactile sensation was presented to Pico without reservation.

"Sorry, Pikachu."

Bai Mucheng patted Pike on the back and took a deep breath.

"—It's my fault for not doing enough, for not focusing on you completely, which caused you to have other misconceptions. I'm so sorry."

"..."

The sound wasn't loud, but the audience could hear it clearly.

What exactly does "白木承" mean?

He was beaten black and blue, even his face was covered in blood, just to apologize to Pike?!

Why apologize?

"..."

Amidst everyone's confusion, Bai Mucheng released his embrace, took two steps back, and his blood-covered face remained calm.

He looked the caveman up and down and said gently, "Pico, I've finally realized that you're not the one with the upper hand."

This statement shocked many viewers.

Himuro Ryo was utterly bewildered. "Faced with that exaggerated prehistoric physique, how can you say that skin isn't the 'advantageous side'?!"