Super Fighting Tokyo.

"Although 150 years is far too short compared to the history of human warfare, its development has been rapid."

"Objectively speaking, the rate of development of boxing is unmatched by many other fighting styles."

"..."

"Boxing is very powerful."

Katsumi nodded and smiled faintly, "It's even powerful enough to test Retsukai-oh's current strength, as well as his future strength."

Gaolang suddenly asked curiously, "How much does Retsu Kaioh weigh?"

Kesi said: "One hundred and six kilograms."

Gaolang nodded. "Yes, it's heavyweight..."

"Ouch!"

Baki grinned and said, "How long are you going to keep fighting, Retsu?"

Katsumi was helpless. "According to him, the fight will continue until he is defeated."

Baki couldn't help but slap his forehead and sigh, "What an idiot..."

Gaolang shrugged. "But he's very fierce, like a sea king."

"Indeed, and this is also a way to answer one's own questions."

Shiraki recalled, "Dr. Payne once said that leaving problems for the future is tantamount to permanently closing the door to solving them."

"And Retsu Kaioh is exactly the kind of person who doesn't leave problems for the future."

"Or perhaps, we are all like that..."

……

……

After a short gathering, Baki was the first to take his leave, followed by Gaolang.

Wu Fengshui called to offer to pick up Bai Mucheng on his way home, so Bai Mucheng stayed a little longer and helped Ke Si clean the tea table.

As Bai Mucheng tidied up, he smiled and said, "I have a feeling that everyone is 'trying their best'."

Katsumi blinked, somewhat curious, "Try your best to do what?"

"Doing the same thing."

Shiraki Cheng recounted, "Gao Lang, Wang Ma, Retsu, you, me... and not just fighters, but also Tokugawa and the others, are all 'doing their best'."

"Because the strongest father-son battle on that field is about to break out."

"Therefore, we are preparing to do everything in our power, to the best of our ability, and to fight with all our might—to watch the battle."

"..."

Katsumi listened to Shiraki's words and nodded in agreement.

But then he changed the subject, pointing to the injuries on the two men, and said with a smile, "Ah, but for the two of us, there's still the desperate effort to recover, isn't there?"

Upon hearing this, Bai Mucheng immediately jumped up and down a few times to show that he was in good spirits.

Katsumi laughed and cursed, then kicked the wheelchair next to him.

……

……

The next day.

Blade Ya's home, basement.

This is Baki's private training ground.

Everything was kept simple, with the main structure made of cement, only chandeliers and some common equipment, and complete ventilation equipment.

At this moment, Baki was in a fighting stance, facing an empty space in front of him.

This time, however, he wasn't doing "imaginary boxing training," but rather trying his best to feel himself and grasp that feeling.

He had been standing for a long time, his eyes closed and his mind focused, a thin layer of sweat on his body.

But no...

The body is very hard, extremely hard...

The muscle hasn't melted yet, and it's far from being a liquid.

"..."

Baki slowly opened his eyes and looked at the ladder handle not far away.

There, a cockroach with a shiny carapace lay motionless.

Oh dear, it's been a long time, Master.

Baki thought to himself.

When did it start?

To my shame, my strength is currently less than a single hair on your leg!

Your "history," adorned with disdain and rejection, contains mysterious abilities of movement and a fascinating treasure trove of dynamics.

Among all the creatures on Earth known for their speed, you are the only rare creature that can start at top speed!

No need to accelerate, it's at top speed right from the start!

If you were the same height as humans, the equivalent speed would be an astonishing 270 kilometers per hour!

What a magnificent achievement that was...

If a human were to start running at 270 kilometers per hour, they would probably be doomed.

That's beyond what "muscle fibers" can achieve.

However, one day I saw it on the street—your body.

I noticed something significant and crucial.

Your crushed body contained no muscle, nor fiber, but a milky white "liquid"!

I see……

It turns out that what supports your initial speed of 270 kilometers per hour is not strong muscle fibers, but liquid!

The answer is—exhaustion.

"..."

Baki continued to ponder.

Ah, speaking of exhaustion, I think of that person—Shiraki Cheng.

That person, relying on "exhaustion," faced off against Pikachu head-on, ultimately demonstrating that humanity had earned the right to fight indefinitely.

That technique, which can almost stick your opponent to you, is really amazing!

Speaking of technology... that's right.

Of course, we must mention Guo Haihuang, who cultivated his martial arts to the point of "power dissipation"—the pinnacle of his style.

He once relied on his ability to neutralize force to face Yujiro Hanma head-on, even forcing Yujiro to dodge, just like a legend from the world of mythology!

In the end, Guo Haihuang even used his own death to make Yujiro stop punching, thus completing his ultimate self-defense.

but……

Those things are irrelevant to my present.

The blade is very clear.

Facing Yujiro Hanma—his own father—Baki didn't want to keep fighting, nor did he need to protect himself.

There's no need to go that far...

Because, isn't this a very simple principle?

It was just a father-son argument; it didn't need to "continue forever," nor was it a "lion vs. prey" situation.

Therefore, there's no need to adopt the "exhaustion" approach of those two individuals.

The real key, the real thing to do, is—how exactly does Baki Hanma manage to have a big fight with his father?

More direct, more unique, more unconventional, more reckless...

"..."

In a daze, Baki swayed and began to melt, his body losing all strength and turning into a puddle of liquid that spread out on the ground.

The next moment—

Swish!

Baki's muscles suddenly exploded, his left foot shattered the ground in an instant, and he shot forward, rushing more than ten meters away in a flash.

That speed was truly at its limit, even causing Baki's sweat to remain in place, transforming into a "human shape".

Only when Baki's feet came to a complete stop did the beads of sweat, which were ten meters away, finally lose all momentum and begin to drip onto the ground.

Splash...

Baki looked delighted and glanced back at the path he had taken.

"At least it's comparable to a single hair on Master's leg now..."

Cockroach Sprint, nearing completion!

……

……

[Champion] The young man took that first step.

Meanwhile, within the Aokigahara Forest—

[Asura] threw a punch, smashing it into the rock wall in front of him.

Looking around, the cliffs were covered with marks of fists and kicks, and pieces of broken stone stained with blood were spread out like a sea of ​​flowers.