Super Fighting Tokyo.

On the other side, at the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall—

Bai Mucheng, who was sitting cross-legged under a tree in the courtyard, slowly opened his eyes and watched a leaf drift down.

That is the "stillness" of spiritual practice.

But looking further ahead, through the glass, you can see the bustling Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall.

The Wu Clan, the Kengan Association, Super Pro Wrestling, the Shinshin Association, Valkyrie Women's Fighting... all occasionally have people coming to visit.

Exercise, laughter, chat, fighting, watching...

That's the "movement" of street style.

Stillness and movement are integrated into one, and spiritual practice and street life are indistinguishable.

Chapter 579 Awoo~!

three days later.

First floor of the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall, corridor.

Shiramu Cheng stood in front of a full-length mirror, wearing only shorts and barefoot.

Head, body, arms, ankles—bandages and gauze were wrapped all over the body, and they were already slightly rough, so it was obviously time to remove them.

"..."

Shiramu Cheng first crossed his hands, grasped the bandages on both sides with his left and right hands respectively, and suddenly pulled them apart.

Hiss!

The two bandages tore open, and long strips of gauze dangled down to the ground on either side.

Immediately afterwards, Shiramu Cheng pushed off the ground, turned around, and delivered a high kick with extremely fast spinning motion.

Swish!

The kicking technique caused the gauze to be pulled off layer by layer from both arms.

"call……"

Bai Mucheng exhaled a breath of hot air and began to punch and kick in place, striking repeatedly, tearing the bandages and throwing off layers of gauze.

The fight became increasingly intense, and the fighters were in excellent form, their punches and kicks moving so fast they were almost invisible to the naked eye.

Finally, Shiramu jumped off the ground and delivered two spinning kicks while suspended in mid-air.

Swish! !

The gauze on her ankle was also thrown off.

……despair.

Bai Mucheng landed steadily on the ground with his left foot forward and right foot back, his legs slightly bent, and his hands pressed down as he stood sideways.

He broke free from his restraints, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his skin.

"Ha ha……"

Shiraki Cheng stood up again, moving his wrists, ankles, neck, and shoulders, enjoying the feeling of his skin being immersed in the air.

It was clearly visible that many more scars had been added to the bulging, smooth muscles.

Side waist, jaw, shoulder, back of hand, ankle...

But for Shiraki Sei, all of this was a reward for building a friendship with Piko.

Of course, Pike's "reward" wasn't just the scars, but also the "Tyrant Dragon Head" from before.

"..."

beep beep...

The motorcycle was parked back in the yard, indicating that Wu Fengshui had returned from his trip.

He wore jeans, a T-shirt, and a jacket over his shoulders.

"Shiraki-chan!"

The girl opened the door with a grin and saw Bai Mucheng, who had removed the gauze from his clothes. She blinked her black eyes with white pupils, clearly pleased.

She stepped forward, raised her arm, and put it around Bai Mucheng's neck.

Bai Mucheng stared at the girl's face in front of him, so close that he could feel her breath.

His chest skin pressed against the shirt fabric, and even his body heat was transmitted through it.

Immediately, Bai Mucheng moved his feet, letting Wu Fengshui hang around his neck, spinning the girl around and making her feet leave the ground.

Wow~~~ Oh~!

After spinning twice, the girl let go of the hand, did a large backflip, and landed lightly.

She and Bai Mucheng locked eyes, both grinning and having a great time.

"Mr. Shiraki, how is your recovery?"

"Great, fantastic!"

Bai Mucheng walked to Wu Fengshui's side and together they went to the other end of the corridor.

On that shelf over there, there was a display case that had been prepared beforehand.

Wu Fengshui went out early, specifically to the US military base to find Dr. Albert Payne and get some decorations.

...Of course not that Tyrannosaurus Rex dragon head.

Even if Dr. Payne accepts, one dragon head is not enough to share among the five people that night, let alone the others, so it is difficult to handle.

But since it was Pike's good intention, everyone wanted to accept it.

So Dr. Payne came up with an idea: under the guise of research, he removed several Tyrannosaurus Rex teeth, treated them specially, and then gave them to Piccolo's friends.

Baki, Tokugawa, Retsu Kaioh, Katsumi, Jack, and many other related figures are involved.

As a result, Shiraki Cheng obtained a precious World Heritage Site, along with a personal business card bearing the inscription "Dr. Albert Payne".

"These are Tyrannosaurus Rex teeth..."

Bai Mucheng took it from Wu Fengshui and carefully examined the sharp tooth, which was about 30cm long. He even curiously sniffed it.

Suddenly, Bai Mucheng grabbed the fangs and gestured at Wu Fengshui, imitating a Tyrannosaurus Rex by opening its mouth to bite.

"Ah~!"

The girl didn't back down either, baring her teeth and letting out a "Woof!"

"Ah~!"

"Awoo~!"

"..."

The two of them took turns attacking.

Until she passed by the stairs and met Yusa, who had just gotten up and was about to go downstairs to wash up.

Yusa rubbed her eyes and stared blankly at the two of them. Perhaps feeling that she was still half asleep, she rubbed her hair.

Arisa: "..."

Bai Mucheng and Wu Fengshui: "..."

Arisa imitates: "Awoo?~!"

Bai Mucheng and Wu Fengshui: "..."

Their faces turned bright red, and they took off running.

……

……

morning.

The weather is perfect; it's a great time to exercise.

Bai Mucheng stood alone in the courtyard.

Having just recovered from a serious injury, he was ready to do some flexibility exercises. So, after a brief warm-up, a master was sketched out with ink dotted lines.

—Dalsim.

This master of yoga, with his hands clasped together and legs dangling in the air, was guiding his disciple in a suspended posture.

Hehe, since you want to improve your flexibility, why not try yoga?

Even if you're skilled at using force to defeat your opponent, you can still experience the wonders of yoga practice in your daily life. Why not give it a try?

Darsim exhaled a wisp of flame and recalled: {Once, when Gurez's family traveled to India, Gurez himself also tried yoga practice.}

{...No, I'll pass.}

On the other side, the ink ripples and flows, outlining Gu Lie's silhouette.

The burly American fighter waved his hands repeatedly, politely declining:

{Yoga practice is so stimulating for me—I mean on a physical level; I never thought 'muscles' would be a burden.}

At this moment, the ink-wash dotted lines surged again, outlining Long's figure.

He chuckled and patted Guile on the shoulder, reassuringly saying, "After all, Dalsim's poses are quite difficult to learn!"

Seeing that his disciple was in good condition, Long also felt an urge to cultivate.

So Long clasped his hands together and asked Darsim, "May I practice together?"

{certainly.}

Darsim smiled and nodded, gesturing for Shiraki Shigekazu and Takashi to sit cross-legged.

He himself sat cross-legged, yet he floated in mid-air, his body seemingly in space, drifting up, down, forward, backward, left, and right.