Super Fighting Tokyo.

“Ghana, of course, there is ‘admiration’ in the feelings of those top-tier people, and there is also ‘admiration’ for a certain kind of power.”

"Praise be to Baki Hanma, praise be to Yujiro Hanma, praise be to Pike, praise be to Guo Haihuang..."

"But they—including the very people being praised—won't stop there."

"Their motivation does not simply stem from worship, but also from a deeper essence—a strong 'desire'."

"A thirst for exploration, a thirst for growth, a thirst for progress, a thirst for understanding..."

"After seeing the object of their worship, that 'desire' will intensify until it burns into a raging fire that scorches their hearts!"

"They want to give it a try!"

"Whatever they desire to do, such people are filled with boundless enthusiasm and immediately want to try it out!!"

In other words—

"Once you think about it, you'll become addicted, completely immersed in it, and yearn to go further day and night."

At this point, Tokugawa looked at Ghana with amusement.

"And what follows is an itch to use one's skills."

"Soldiers who are extremely eager to hone their skills will find everything in their daily lives too leisurely, making them want to yawn."

"So they sought out a formidable rival."

"..."

Ghana was truly astonished by this statement and was speechless with shock.

On the other side, Katahara Metsudou sipped his hot tea and nodded, saying, "I see. That's why you spent so much manpower and resources researching that under the Sky Tree..."

"Whee!"

Tokugawa smiled so much his eyes narrowed. "It will still take some time, but thanks to the preparations made in advance, it's almost done!"

……

……

It's approaching noon.

Fighting Spirit Martial Arts School.

Shiraki Cheng was trained by Zangief again, and collapsed to the ground once more, too exhausted to move even a finger.

"Huh...huh..."

He was breathing heavily.

The sand stuck to his skin with sweat, making him feel a little uncomfortable.

Today, Wu Fengshui is cooking.

So, Shiraki Cheng decided to take a shower first, and then have lunch.

Just then, a visitor arrived at the courtyard gate.

Its presence was so strong that the moment it appeared, it drew Shiramu Cheng's exhausted eyes to look at the newcomer.

He was a burly man with a thick beard!

She was wearing a long trench coat and jeans.

His eyebrows were thick and heavy, his eyes were piercing, and his gaze was sharp as a knife.

His hair and beard were very thick, even forming a continuous patch at his sideburns, giving him a rugged appearance with a touch of untamed wildness.

Around 50 years old, about 185cm tall, and weighing at least over 100kg.

He can be described as a master who has thoroughly explored the art of martial arts!

Nickname: "The Demon Gun".

His name is Kuroki Gensai!

"..."

Bai Mucheng recalled that, excluding the last time he surrounded [Violent Poison] Liu Longguang, this was the first time Hei Muxuanzhai had come to the Fighting Soul Martial Arts Hall.

"Ah, welcome..."

Shiramu Cheng tried to get up, but after twisting twice, he was powerless and could only turn his arm and raise a thumb in place.

"Um, sorry to bother you."

Kuroki Gensai's eyes darted around, he greeted Shiraki Sei, and stepped into the courtyard.

He casually grabbed a towel from the shelf, then went to Bai Mucheng's side, unconcerned about the sweat on the ground, and sat down cross-legged.

Kuroki handed the towel to Shiraki, who softly thanked him and then paused for a moment.

"call--!"

As Bai Mucheng exhaled a large breath of hot air, he struggled to sit up, finally able to sit cross-legged and meet the gaze of the uncle in front of him.

"This is a nice place."

Kuroki looked around and exclaimed, "It has the feel of being forged through countless trials, and it's just the right amount of engaging for young people."

"Haha, that's a very high compliment..."

Shiramu Cheng smiled happily, but his facial muscles seemed a little weak.

Kuroki didn't seem to mind. "I originally planned to cultivate while talking to someone, but it seems more convenient to just chat directly."

“I watched the father-son battle between Yujiro and Baki on TV, but you were there in person.”

Kuroki didn't beat around the bush, "I want to ask you, how do you feel?"

"..."

Shiraki admitted that he had thought about it seriously, "It makes me admire it, so much so that I can't bear to stop and want to keep playing."

"Hmm! That's exactly what you would say."

Kuroki nodded. "After your battle with Piccolo, you won one of the most dazzling medals in human history, but you still refuse to stop. Remarkable!"

"But what I want to ask is on the other hand—"

Kuroki changed the subject, "What did you feel the moment that father-son battle ended, or even a few breaths later?"

"..."

Shiraki knew what Kuroki was asking, so he stroked his chin and described it as follows:

"The moment it ends is 'shocking,' followed by 'utter boredom,' and then immediately afterward—"

"A premonition."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Kuroki pondered it carefully for a moment, "As expected, you sensed it too."

This person, who was deeply devoted to the study of martial arts, exhaled a breath of hot air.

"I also have a premonition that the 'path' I'm on is about to collide with something."

"How many years has it been since I've felt like this? I can't sleep at night because of it..."

Chapter 592 Looking for a Fight (Happy May Day!)

Fighting Spirit Martial Arts School, in the courtyard.

Shiraki Shō and Kuroki Gensai sat cross-legged on the ground, chatting and exchanging ideas.

They talked about the chaotic battle in the inner city, their feelings about Pike, the father-son battle, and even their recent cultivation insights.

Although Kuroki Gensai was a man of few words, Shiraki Shō was quite talkative.

"..."

After listening to Shiraki Sei's words, Kuroki Gensai pondered for a moment.

"The feeling of 'being unable to sleep at night' became more and more intense."

"I, Kuroki, am still too green."

"—That's not enough!"

Kuroki sighed and muttered to himself, "My current 'path' is still far from the 'self' I'm pursuing."

Where will that intense premonition lead me?

"Lord Shiraki, what are your thoughts?"

"..."

Shiramu Cheng had no way to respond to that.

After all, Kuroki Gensai was asking himself if he had said anything specific, and only he could answer that.

"You're making things too complicated, uncle..."

Shiraki wiped the dirt off the tip of his nose with the back of his hand. "In short, it's a feeling of being a little nervous, but also very happy?"

"Facing that battle between father and son..."

"Including facing Pike, or other masters, or even every 'powerful' person."

“I will admire and respect, but that’s not all. I will be motivated by facing strength and yearn to take another step forward.”

"—This feeling is getting stronger and stronger."

"..."

Hearing what Shiraki said, Kuroki also felt something and nodded in agreement.

After glancing at the time, Kuroki stood up and thanked Shiraki, saying, "I had a very enjoyable chat, so I won't disturb you any longer."

After saying that, Kuroki turned to leave.