Super Fighting Tokyo.

Among them were several members of the Wu clan with black eyes and white pupils.

They were all legitimate police officers, and naturally they were all diligently performing their duties, which could be considered Wu's connections within the Metropolitan Police Department.

"Oh! Brother Shiraki, you even know about feng shui!"

Officer Wu waved to signal, then approached.

Wu Fengshui tilted his head and saw many familiar faces. "There are so many clansmen. Are all the police from the nearby Metropolitan Police Department here?"

"If we don't listen carefully when two masters come to talk about martial arts, we might get killed by Grandpa."

Officer Wu Yizu shrugged and whispered, "It just so happens that I've been quite free lately, and my grandfather specifically told me to be careful."

Bai Mucheng understood.

The ultimate battle between father and son is approaching, and not only the international community, governments, military, and police department, but even the underworld dares not make any rash moves at this time.

……

……

The martial arts training proceeded smoothly inside the Metropolitan Police Department's training hall.

As an organization whose mission is to "subdue criminals" and "protect oneself," the Metropolitan Police Department has a very clear direction regarding its need for technology.

Therefore, the Aikido and Jujutsu of [Martial Saint] Shibukawa, with their strong and masculine style, and the "street" style of [Fighting Spirit] Shiraki Sei are both very suitable for police officers to learn.

Shiraki Cheng talked about some military combat techniques today.

In the end, perhaps by coincidence, or perhaps by unspoken understanding, Shibukawa Goki and Shiraki Sho both decided to spar with each other.

Small, simple, and gentle—just gesturing.

"..."

A group of police officers knelt around the dojo.

Shiraki Shōka and Shibukawa Takeki stood in the center of the dojo.

The former was wearing a short-sleeved shirt and trousers, while the latter was wearing a traditional martial arts uniform. Their styles were very different, but both were barefoot and stood facing each other.

One person was a robust young man who was 187cm tall and weighed 105kg, with scars all over his hands and neck.

The other was a thin old man who was 155cm tall and weighed no more than 50kg. His temples were gray and his face was full of wrinkles.

But the aura emanating from the two was equally ferocious and powerful, as if it could distort the surrounding air, making people unconsciously swallow their saliva!

"Ha ha……"

Shibukawa squinted and chuckled, "Since this is just a friendly spar, why bother testing me?"

"Great, fantastic!"

Shiraki grinned, slowly raised his left hand, and leisurely grabbed Shibukawa's right collar.

"Whoa!"

Shechuan raised an eyebrow, readily accepting the challenge.

The next moment—

Swish!

Shiraki Cheng tried to pull his left hand back, but Shibukawa raised his right hand first, attempting to grab Shiraki Cheng's left wrist.

"?!"

Shiraki decisively released his left hand and used the back of his palm to push away Shibukawa's right hand.

Snapped!

Shi Chuan's right hand was knocked away.

Shiraki Cheng's hands were half-clenched into fists, in a drunken fist stance, aiming at Shibukawa's face, and he unleashed a rapid three-punch combo from the left and right.

Swish swish!

Shechuan retreated half a step, shaking her head left and right to dodge.

Bai Mucheng immediately pushed off the ground, turned around, swung his arm, and delivered a powerful horizontal strike forward, aiming for Shechuan's chest.

Whoosh!

Shechuan immediately squatted down, using himself as a hard object to forcefully press against Bai Mucheng's calf.

*Sizzle!*

Shiraki suddenly felt his foot slip, caught in the Aikido technique, and was tripped and tumbled forward, falling towards Shibukawa's back.

But Shiraki Cheng's posture did not become unbalanced!

He rolled forward further, and as he braced himself with his hands on the ground, he contracted his body rapidly like a spring, and then kicked off diagonally upwards with his legs.

"brake!"

Ultimate Technique -

【Jamie o Crescent Fork Cannon】!

Whoosh!

In an instant, Shibukawa, who was about to give chase, was forced to tilt his head to dodge, letting his heels glide across his cheeks, leaving wisps of white smoke behind.

blah blah blah...

Bai Mucheng spun his hands, did a handstand in place, and then flipped himself up, his feet lightly bouncing a few times.

"call……!"

With a breath, Shiraki Cheng stood facing each other again, returning to their original positions.

In the blink of an eye, the two had already exchanged several blows!

When the onlookers finally realized what was happening, they saw Shechuan touch his cheek and see a few streaks of bright red on his fingertips.

—There's bleeding.

Bai Mucheng's final double kicks left a visible abrasion on the face of "Martial Saint" Shibukawa Takeo!

"Oh dear~~~!"

Shibukawa's eyes widened, and he straightened his clothes. "You scared the hairs off my head! You came at me with such a fierce move right from the start?!"

Bai Mucheng laughed and said, "If I don't cherish this opportunity, I'll probably be thrown out by you right away, won't I?"

Hehehe~!

Shechuan grinned and laughed, clearly enjoying himself.

Beneath that thin, old man's exterior lay extreme arrogance and an indomitable spirit.

Therefore, for the Martial Saint Shechuan Gangqi, maintaining the so-called "respect for the elderly" is the real insult.

……

……

After the martial arts training session concluded, the students applauded in gratitude and then began practicing on their own.

Superintendent Morio Sonoda and Chief of the Secret Burial Division, Takumi Manabe, are in charge of entertaining their old friends who have been invited.

At the same time, Shiraki also caught a glimpse of a person sitting in deep thought in a distant corner; it was none other than the "Executioner," Aguya Kiyoaki.

He also has his own path to walk, and he has his own definition of "power".

"..."

After exchanging pleasantries for a while, everyone agreed to meet.

Then, at Morio Sonoda's suggestion, the group of five went out for a late-night barbecue snack and also wanted to chat some more.

……

……

Five people sat around a table at a barbecue restaurant.

Bai Mucheng chewed on the large piece of wood.

The famous "live egg" enthusiast, Zhen Guojiang, took the opportunity to indulge himself, eating several eggs in a row, which finally made him feel better.

"call……"

The potter sighed deeply, his handsome face showing exhaustion.

Beside him, the older Morio Sonoda also had noticeable dark circles under his eyes.

"Hahaha……"

Shibukawa squinted and smiled, "The Metropolitan Police Department has been under a lot of pressure lately?"

Sonoda waved his hand and said, "It's not just 'heavy burden' anymore, it's just endless overtime, and we have to keep an eye on things every moment."

Shibukawa nodded. "That's right, then the father and son are about to have a conflict."

"Yes, Yujiro Hanma and his son..."

Manabe Takumi, chin in hand, said, “The higher-ups have given orders that wherever that father and son start arguing in Tokyo, we must guide ordinary citizens in the surrounding area to evacuate.”

Sonoda added, "Even the military has to cooperate, making the scale of the operation comparable to actual combat."

"In short, it's a real-world test!"

Shibukawa grinned and said, "Baki Hanma, facing Yujiro Hanma—this alone is more significant than actual combat!"

"And that kind of thing, I am unwilling to do."

"..."

Hearing this, Sonoda sighed, "Not just you, teacher, I'm afraid no one would be willing to do it, right?"

Shibukawa, however, had a different view: "It's not that I won't face it, but rather that I can't face the mighty Hanma Yujiro."

Sonoda was taken aback, not understanding what he meant.

Shibukawa explained, "My constitution follows the principle of complete self-protection."

"In other words, my body won't even allow me to 'go to the game in person'."