Super Fighting Tokyo.

But Bai Mucheng stood up, grinning, and said, "Lunch will be ready soon, why don't you stay and eat with us!"

Normally, Kuroki would politely decline, since he wasn't used to overly lively atmospheres, but today he wanted to try something new.

Perhaps, as Shiraki Cheng said, he also felt a longing and impulse when faced with various kinds of "power"?

In short, Kuroki Gensai stayed and had lunch.

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……

The following day, around dusk.

Wu Fengshui drove Bai Mucheng out, leaving You Sha and Maruk to look after the house.

……

at the same time--

At a yakitori stall in a "night market," a few customers are having their meals.

Four or five of them, clearly delinquent youths, were sitting at the table, making a racket and shouting incessantly.

It's unclear who started it, but someone began discussing: among the local delinquents, who is the best fighter?

Before they could reach a conclusion, an older man at the next table suddenly interrupted:

"Uncle, I'm a pro too!"

"……what?!"

The delinquents turned around and sized up the middle-aged man who had interrupted.

The man was dressed in a casual suit, wearing a newsboy cap and sunglasses. He was very muscular, even somewhat "fat".

The gangster was slightly annoyed and raised an eyebrow, teasing, "So you're quite the expert, huh, old man?"

"Well, it is."

The middle-aged man said leisurely, "However, he's not a thug, but a karate master."

"A karate master..."

The delinquents muttered and chuckled, "That sounds weird. Judging by the old man's build, he should be a sumo wrestler or a judo practitioner, right?"

The middle-aged man pursed his lips and explained, "In sumo and judo, you can't brutally beat your opponent."

"Huh??"

The thug grinned, "So you want to start a fight? Uncle, you're not young anymore, why are you still doing something so thrilling?"

"No no no."

The middle-aged man shook his head repeatedly, his face wrinkled from laughing. "I don't like fighting with others. I like one-sided beatings."

"Hahaha, as expected of a master, you're truly different!"

The delinquents realized they had been provoked, so their laughter turned into a tinge of anger. "Since you're a master, you must have fought animals before, right? Like cows?"

"of course."

The middle-aged man raised his chin, his face full of confidence, "But I'm not fighting with a cow, I'm fighting with a tiger."

"Hahahaha!"

The five delinquent teenagers laughed even louder.

One of them asked, "So, sir, you're pretty good at fighting, huh?"

"Um~~~~"

The middle-aged man pursed his lips and said bluntly, "When it comes to fighting, I'm practically in the realm of gods."

These words immediately ignited the anger of the group of young delinquents.

"Uncle..."

"We were delinquents, after all, and we loved to fight."

The gang leader stared intently at the middle-aged man. "So, do you want to fight us?"

The middle-aged man grinned, "I don't care, whatever!"

"Okay, it's settled then!"

The delinquents paid the bill, got up, and surrounded the uncle, urging him, "What are you still sitting there for? Uncle, it's already started, come on."

"..."

Just as the man was about to move, he suddenly noticed that someone was already standing behind the delinquents.

"—?!"

The delinquents then realized what was happening and were also startled, letting out a "whoa!" as they all looked at the person who had suddenly appeared.

He was a young man who was over 185cm tall, with a strong physique and noticeable scars on his neck and hands.

It is a white wooden stand.

At this moment, Wu Fengshui parked his car not far away.

Bai Mucheng got off the car to pick up the rude uncle who had provoked him—[Martial God] Yudi Dubu.

"That's so unfair, Brother Dubu..."

Bai Mucheng put his hands in his pockets, tilted his head and smiled, "Even if you're a little restless, there's no need to deliberately set a trap for delinquents, is there?"

"..."

Before Dubu could reply, the five delinquents couldn't hold back any longer.

"what--?!"

They were already a bit angry from what they'd been told, and now that the newcomers were ignoring them, they naturally wanted to teach them a lesson.

Swish!

The leader grabbed Bai Mucheng by the collar.

But in the next instant, Bai Mucheng simply bent down slightly, lowered his center of gravity, assumed a striking stance, and turned to the right.

Snapped!

An invisible fist is unleashed from the stance.

In an instant, the gang leader looked dazed, as if his face had been smashed to pieces and he could even see his broken teeth flying everywhere!

"Wow~~~?!"

With a scream, the gang leader's eyes rolled back, and he collapsed unconscious.

The remaining four delinquents were greatly alarmed.

Before they could figure out what was going on, they seemed to feel the pressure emanating from Shiraki Sei, and were thus forced to take action.

Swish!

One of them went behind Shiraki Seung and used his arms to apply a naked choke to Shiraki Seung's neck.

At the same time, the two people on the left and right each grabbed Shiramu Cheng's hands.

The last one took out a finger bone from his pocket, put it on his right hand, and aimed at Shiramu Cheng to throw a punch.

The next moment—

Bai Mucheng tightened his palms, used his left and right feet to stabilize his center of gravity, and rotated in place around his own central axis while simultaneously swinging his hand in a chop motion.

Zangief's Double Spinning Palm!

Boom!

The four delinquent teenagers were thrown into the air, screaming as they fell to the ground. They tumbled and groaned as they landed, having been severely punished.

"Whoa!"

After finishing the last skewer of yakitori, Doppo pouted and teased, "That's so mean! I only wanted to knock one over and scare the others away..."

Shiraki Cheng grinned helplessly and beckoned Dubu to get in the car.

"Let's go, bro. We both have matches tonight, right? Be careful your opponents aren't getting impatient."

"That's true, maybe the opponent is already itching to get their hands on it and is getting impatient!"

Dubu got up and paid the bill.

He hitched a ride with Shiraki Sei to the Tokyo Dome underground fighting arena.

……

……

On the way, Dubu crossed his arms and recalled the punch Bai Mucheng had just delivered.

"That initial move, the 'Invisible Fist'..."

Doppo pondered, "To be able to make people feel as if they can see an attack just by assuming a stance is truly an impressive level!"

"And it seems you've become more skilled; have you been practicing specifically lately?"

"You've already beaten Pike, but you still want to go even further? How greedy!"

"..."

Bai Mucheng listened to Du Bu's teasing, "Isn't Brother Du Bu the same?"

He smiled helplessly and said, "Just a few days after that battle between father and son, you became even more radiant, and your sense of depth and sharpness increased at the same time."

Upon hearing this, Dubu patted his stomach and chuckled to himself, "Could it be because I ate too much?"

Did you eat too much...?

Bai Mucheng sensed another layer of meaning and asked in return, "Still feel like you haven't had enough to eat?"

Dobu smiled faintly, "Perhaps tonight will be a good opportunity."

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