Super Fighting Tokyo.

Mie Tang clapped his hands happily, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "So, how's the progress?"

"..."

Tokugawa was silent for a moment, then he and Metsudo looked at each other and burst into laughter, laughing and joking together. They felt quite pleased with themselves, and everything was understood without words.

……

……

Tokyo Skytree – also known as the Tokyo Skytree.

Standing at 634 meters tall, it is the world's tallest tower and the third tallest man-made structure in the world.

However, what ordinary people don't know is that there is a super-large secret research institute 366 meters underground in this Sky Tree.

In a small room on one side of the research institute, a set of samurai armor is enshrined.

If one were a professional, they would immediately recognize that this suit of armor was a burial item of a prominent figure from the late Sengoku period to the early Edo period, and is over four hundred years old.

It was meant to be worn by a dead, great man.

But now, the corpses have vanished, leaving only a set of armor to be carefully enshrined.

If you look at it from a more professional perspective, you can probably tell who the "important person" who was once inside this suit of armor was.

Its name—

Miyamoto Musashi.

Chapter 591 I want to fight again!

Two days have passed since the epic battle between the strongest father and son on Earth.

People imprint it in their hearts, each with their own thoughts, whether it be anticipation, emotion, or a vague "premonition".

Everything returned to normal.

……

……

Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall, morning.

The sunlight on my skin was neither scorching nor bothersome by the cold wind, but rather had a warm and comfortable feel.

Shiraki Sei loves this kind of weather.

There's no need to deliberately seek out "extreme" venues; you can simply relax at home and chat and joke with your family anytime.

In this ordinary environment, I put myself through the most rigorous training—the most demanding training ever!

Squats, push-ups, weighted running, sprint circuits, battle ropes...

And of course, there's hitting the sandbag!

Bang! Bang!

On the sandy arena in the courtyard, Bai Mucheng punched and kicked, repeatedly striking the heavy sandbag in front of him, causing the iron frame to sway back and forth.

Splash splash splash splash...

Even with heavy sandbags weighing 150kg, with extra-thick outer skin and multiple iron chains securing them, they still couldn't stand completely stable.

The desire to strike continues to fester.

Swish~~~ Crack!

Bai Mucheng twisted his feet, clenched his right fist and pulled it back, the veins on his forearm bulging. The invisible fist mixed with reality, and he swung it out with all his might, carrying fighting spirit and sweat.

【Luke O Sand Blast】!

Boom-!

A right straight punch slammed into the sandbag, the impact so powerful that it snapped the base of the iron frame, and the sandbag and frame were about to fly backwards together.

Bai Mucheng, his left arm weakened, used his "Mental Force Flash Punch" to reach out and grab the surface of the sandbag.

At the same time, step forward with your left foot.

Zangief Energy Stomp!

Snapped!

Bai Mucheng stepped on the bottom corner of the sandbag with his left foot, forcibly pressing the sandbag in front of him, and then started hitting it fiercely with both hands.

[Luke's Return Combo]!

Bang bang bang!

A rapid barrage of four punches delivered a devastating blow.

He followed up with a barrage of hooks, swings, and sweeps, and then unleashed a series of knee strikes, causing the sandbag to deform and tremble in various places, making it look like a "water bag"!

Bang! Bang! Crack!

This cycle repeated itself for an unknown period of time.

They continued hitting the sandbags until the outer layer was broken, and each area was "thinned" to reveal the filling inside.

Bai Mucheng then gave up, took a half step back, and fell to the ground almost simultaneously with the broken sandbag.

poof...

He fell backward, his fists seemingly emitting wisps of white smoke, utterly exhausted and unable to move.

It was as if several buckets of water had been poured around it; everything was wet. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be the sweat dripping from the white wooden container.

Glistening sweat covered the surroundings and flowed down Bai Mucheng's skin, gradually evaporating under the sunlight.

"Huh...huh..."

Bai Mucheng narrowed his eyes, enjoying each breath he took.

He should be satisfied now.

After all, they had just gone through a vigorous workout, and their bodies were still hot, so it was normal to be a little excited.

but……

Strangely, even though he was beaten to the point of being unable to move, Shiraki Cheng still didn't feel satisfied, and even felt somewhat relaxed and indifferent.

It wasn't that he didn't take practice seriously, nor was it that he was bored with "daily life," after all, these things had always been Shiraki's source of enjoyment.

But the key point is that Shiraki Cheng still wants to continue fighting.

When intense desires cannot be satisfied, a strange feeling naturally arises, as if one is extremely relaxed, even causing Shiramu Cheng to yawn.

"Haaah!"

Bai Mucheng winked and blinked, letting out a few leisurely tears.

You can't relax too much when you're exercising...

Thinking this way, he tried to ignite some passion within himself, and thus recalled the final moments of that father-son battle—

Even lying on the ground, Baki still retained a strong fighting spirit, unleashing a near-solid attack on Yujiro.

Even if you fall, you can still fight again...

"..."

Bai Mucheng pondered that scene repeatedly, trying to find his own emotional connection to it.

Gradually, ink-wash lines surged around him, outlining Zangief's imposing silhouette, standing beside the white wooden support.

{Oh! You want to have a match with me? You've got some nerve!}

"Great, fantastic!"

Shiramu grinned and suddenly tilted his head to dodge Zangief's [Energy Stomp].

He then turned over and stood up, and began practicing bare-handed punches, sparring with his master.

……

……

At the same time, at the Tokugawa residence.

Tokugawa Mitsunari and Katahara Metsudo were together, the two old men still drinking tea.

They discussed the similarities and differences between the "underground fighting arena" run by Tokugawa and the "Kengan Association" run by Katahara Metsudo.

"The most obvious thing is probably the venue, right?"

Tokugawa smiled faintly, "Unlike Kengan, whose venues are unpredictable, the underground arena is littered with fingernails and teeth left behind after battles..."

"Those are the traces of the warriors' dreams, and also a reflection of the human race... no, it should be said to be its essence."

Tokugawa sighed deeply, "The warriors are starving and thirsty!"

"..."

Katahara squinted in agreement.

Meanwhile, the captain of the mansion's guard, "Kana," who was in charge of the reception, looked puzzled, which Tokugawa noticed.

"What? Ghana, are you having doubts?"

"Ah! This..."

Ghana pursed his lips sheepishly, "Although it's the master's opinion, I did just witness that father-son battle."

"So I think, at least for now, those soldiers are still quite 'satisfied,' right?"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Tokugawa smiled.

"Hmph, you dare to talk big when you only have a superficial understanding?"

He gestured for Ghana to sit properly, and then began to explain: