Super Fighting Tokyo.

Doppo blinked. "Really?"

Bai Mucheng smiled but remained silent.

Doppa: "..."

He hesitated for a moment, feeling restless like a student counting down three minutes to summer vacation, and finally suggested, "How about we have a little sparring?"

Bai Mucheng grinned and stood up, gesturing, "Let's go, let's go!"

……

……

After finishing their tea, Shiraki Sei and Goji Doppo got up and headed to the first-floor practice dojo.

Tap, tap, tap, tap...

As they walked down the corridor and got closer to the dojo, the relaxed atmosphere between the two disappeared, and tensions rose.

Doppo raised an eyebrow and suddenly asked, "Brother Shiraki, your signature moves are the rapid-fire [Battle Aura Burst] and the powerful uppercut [Rising Dragon Fist], right?"

Bai Mucheng nodded.

Du Bu tilted his head, rubbed his chin, and said, "As a senior in martial arts, I've wanted to remind you for a long time."

Bai Mucheng smiled faintly, "Please speak."

Du Bu commented, "That move, [Battle Aura Burst], although its form is ever-changing, its cause and effect are too easy to detect."

"If your intentions are seen through by your opponent, it is easy for them to launch a targeted counterattack."

Dubu kept talking.

"And your [Rising Dragon Fist] move."

"Although it is indeed powerful to leap and deliver an uppercut with your full body weight, it also has a lot of openings."

"Once the Rising Dragon Fist fails, the opponent can seize the opportunity to counterattack."

"In the end, it's really not worth it to risk jumping with both feet off the ground, only to throw a punch instead of attacking the legs that have a longer range."

"So you're still too inexperienced, um... too inexperienced..."

"..."

Du Bu clicked his tongue and teased.

Upon hearing this, Bai Mucheng actually pondered seriously, "Hmm... how should I react now?"

Dubu turned his head to observe.

Bai Mucheng's expression changed several times. He raised his eyebrows in disdain, then smiled broadly, then frowned in disgust, and finally looked furious.

Shiraki Sei locked onto the last expression.

Dubu nodded, "Yes, yes, that's exactly the effect I wanted to achieve."

Shiraki Cheng maintained his sinister and angry expression and continued walking alone.

The two arrived at the training ground.

……

In the arena, Shiraki Seika and Doppo stood facing each other, with nothing around them and no spectators in sight.

"Anyway, that's it..."

Doppo scratched his head. "...Start?"

The next moment—

Swish!

Shiraki delivered a quick left jab, aiming straight for Doppo's face.

Du Bu then used the back of his right hand to push up and deflect Bai Mucheng's jab, while simultaneously pressing down with his left hand to stabilize his impregnable defense.

With your right leg forward and your left toes slightly behind you, shift your weight between your right heel and your left toes.

This is precisely the signature move of Yudi Dubu – the stance of heaven and earth!

"Hehe, such fast punches, clearly the result of long-term training."

"Then I have to..."

Du Bu slowly moved his feet, gradually approaching Bai Mucheng.

The instant his air superiority circle touched Shiramu Cheng, Doppo suddenly clenched his left fist and launched a counterattack punch at Shiramu Cheng.

Shiraki was completely focused on the fight, after all, Doppo had just fought Musashi and must have gained some insights.

However, when Shiraki Cheng looked closely—

But Du Bu's punch was unremarkable, not even a powerful straight punch. It was a completely amateurish move, with ordinary strength and speed, which could be easily dodged.

"...?"

This left Shiraki Cheng deeply puzzled.

Wanting to find out what was going on, he didn't dodge or avoid the punch and took it head-on, letting the thick, large fingers hit his face.

Bang~!

Shiraki Cheng's face contorted with pain from the blow, and a few drops of blood trickled from his nose.

But just as he had judged, the punch was unremarkable.

"Ugh! Achoo!"

Bai Mucheng sneezed, took a half step back to steady himself, and then raised his hand to wipe away the bloodstains under his nose. At the same time, the nosebleed had stopped.

He was puzzled and frowned as he looked at Dubu.

Dubu, however, was quite pleased with himself. He raised his fist and shook it, "Brother Baimu, if it were a really powerful punch, you would probably dodge or block it, right?"

"But what you're facing is this ordinary fist."

"The results of it?"

Du Bu laughed happily, "Originally, the punch that was not meant to hit you landed on your face and caused you harm."

"It's a small thing, but it worked!"

"—This was a successful operation against Shiraki Sho for 'Yuji Doppo'."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Bai Mucheng's brows remained furrowed.

He wiped the blood from his nose and clicked his tongue, saying, "Even so, but really... this doesn't seem like Gokuji Doppo?"

"You wouldn't happen to be itching to show off your skills, so you came here specifically to imitate Miyamoto Musashi for me, would you?"

"..."

Upon hearing this assessment, Doppo was taken aback for a moment, then immediately understood, revealing a happy smile before turning into a ferocious and angry expression.

He deliberately shouted from the spot, "Again—!"

Ode!

【Charge with Fighting Spirit】!

Bai Mucheng pushed off the ground with his back foot, his figure suddenly blurred, and he swiftly sprinted forward.

With both fists half-clenched, he strikes forward with incredible speed in a drunken fist stance, delivering a three-hit combo of rolling and ramming attacks that precisely strike Du Bu's face.

Bang bang bang!

Dubu's head snapped back as he was struck, blood spurting from both nostrils.

"~~~~~!"

His nose stung with tears, and his brows furrowed, yet he still sighed from the bottom of his heart:

Instead of staying home in seclusion, he came to visit the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall. That was the right thing to do!

Brother Shiraki...

Perhaps my thinking was a bit rude, or perhaps I was mistaken.

But I always feel that, perhaps even you yourself haven't realized it, you and the "Miyamoto Musashi" that I didn't understand are like the same kind of people.

Chapter 616 Combat Methodology

"~~~~~!"

Du Bu tilted his head back, and a few drops of blood fell from his nose, turning into bright red blood beads on the ground.

clap clap clap...

Du Bu retreated three steps, then firmly planted his left foot with a "thud," regaining his stance of being high above and low, before letting his arms hang down.

He recalled the sudden sensation he had just experienced—

Shiraki Shō and Miyamoto Musashi seem to be the same type of people?

Oh……

Although he suddenly had this thought, even Yuji Doppo himself couldn't explain it clearly, so naturally he wouldn't say anything more.

Dobu wiped the blood from under his nose and looked at Shiramu Cheng, who was also bleeding from his nose.

He raised an eyebrow with a playful smile, "Alright, buddy, shall we continue?"

Swish!

The two took half a step forward, launching rapid attacks and defenses against each other, exchanging punches and kicks in close combat.

Clap clap clap clap!

In the blink of an eye, it was as if a strong wind was blowing around.