Super Fighting Tokyo.

"Whether it's Shiraki Cheng's fighting techniques or your [Invisible], there are many options to choose from, which can deal with any enemy's style."

"But having many choices is not always a good thing, because there is a 'time to make a choice'."

"When fighting a powerful enemy, the slightest hesitation may allow the opponent to seize an opening and cause serious damage."

"Although very few people can seize the opportunity of a 'moment of hesitation,' we cannot rely on such naive luck in the upcoming battle."

Wang Sen thought for a moment, "Moreover, facing Bai Mucheng with [Battle Spirit], it would be difficult to find a breakthrough by simply using [Invisible], right?"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Gana nodded. "Thank you, Wang Sen. You made me realize the power that comes from letting go."

"I will remember this for the sake of victory..."

"..."

The two continued their warm-up game of offense and defense.

Just then, the door to the lounge was suddenly pushed open, and another elderly man with slicked-back hair, dressed in a kimono, walked in and went to Katahara Metsudo's side.

He was the patriarch of the Wu clan, and also the first "Fang of Annihilation"—Wu Huiliyang.

"Whoa..."

Mie Tang chuckled and teased his old friend, "You're really late!"

Wu Huili responded with narrowed eyes, "Out of curiosity, I went to Bai Mu's lounge and took a look at his preparations."

"Oh~!"

Metsudou, being a free spirit, couldn't resist his curiosity. "You went to see Shiroki's pre-match preparations? Tell us about it!"

Wu Huili smiled but remained silent.

Mie Tang was unwilling to give up, "Tell me! I'll treat you to drinks later."

Wu Huili shook her head. "It's not that I don't want to tell you, it's just that some things are... hard to explain...?"

Mie Tang blinked.

Wu Huili recalled, "Shiraki did go to the rest room, but he didn't even take off his clothes, let alone 'warm up,' he just sat and rested."

Upon hearing this, not only Katahara Metsudo, but even Kano Akihiro, who was warming up, was taken aback.

"No warm-up...?"

……

……

A few minutes later.

Inside another players' lounge.

Wearing long pants and a loose short-sleeved shirt, Shiramu Cheng was sitting cross-legged in a corner of the lounge, leaning against the wall with his head drooping.

Wu Fengshui stood beside him, quietly keeping him company.

Just then, someone gently knocked on the door. It was an old gentleman—Mr. Mitarai from the arena—who came to remind everyone that it was time.

"call……"

Bai Mucheng slowly raised his head, his slightly squinted eyes gradually opening, showing a sense of leisure and comfort, clearly indicating that he had just woken up.

He leaned against the wall and let out a long yawn.

The next second—

Boom!

Shiramu Cheng, sitting cross-legged, lightly leaped to his feet, his two sneakers landing steadily on the ground with a soft sound.

Only then did he fully raise his head.

"..."

Mr. Mitarai blinked, looking somewhat surprised. "You... you look like you just woke up, yet you still look so energetic?"

"It seems so..."

Bai Mucheng smiled and agreed, then took a bottle of water from Wu Fengshui, twisted off the cap, and took a few sips.

Mr. Mitarai pursed his lips, "Not only did he not warm up, but he even went to the duel dressed in casual clothes..."

Bai Mucheng scratched his head awkwardly, "Well, I didn't underestimate the duel."

Mr. Mitarai nodded, smiling and joking, "Of course I can see that. Otherwise, I wouldn't have let you leave through this door!"

Shiraki grinned, "Oh dear, I've escaped unscathed..."

He raised his hand and ruffled Wu Fengshui's hair, thanking the girl for keeping him company, before taking a step from the lounge towards the arena.

"..."

Outside the door, Mr. Mitarai bowed to see them off.

Tap, tap, tap, tap...

Bai Mucheng's footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, gradually stirring up ink-like patterns that transformed into two illusory figures, one white and one red.

A person, dressed in white Taoist trousers, wearing hemp rope slippers, draped in a dark red kasaya, and with a long red ribbon tied around his head;

Silon.

The other person was wearing red taekwondo trousers, brown boots, and a long, old brown trench coat. He also had medium-length blond hair.

He was physically robust, muscular, and had a slightly weathered face.

Arms, shoulders, chest muscles, and legs—all are clearly defined, exuding a surging, fiery power.

Its name is Ken.

Ken Mastas —

He is 175cm tall and weighs 83kg. He is from the United States, a former All-American Fighting Champion, and also the former Vice Chairman of the Mastas Group.

Because of a false accusation, Ken was accused of organizing terrorist crimes, so he voluntarily left his family and gave up his position. He is currently under investigation in anonymity.

He has a cheerful and bold personality, a strong sense of justice, and is passionate about challenges.

In addition, Ken is also Ron's fellow disciple. The two practice the same wave-based assassination technique and are lifelong friends and rivals.

Compared to Long, Ken has a more lively personality.

Therefore, although they are from the same school, Ken and Ryu have different fighting styles.

Based on his experience and research in fighting tournaments, Ken created a fighting system that even beginners can learn, characterized by its swift and fiery attacks.

"..."

At this moment, Long and Ken—these two masters—were walking behind Bai Mucheng, one on the left and one on the right.

They watched their disciple walk step by step toward the light at the end of the passage, and then each of them raised a hand and patted Bai Mucheng on the back.

*Smack! Smack!*

They offered their blessings for the battle.

Chapter 631 I Just Like It This Way

The dazzling light of the arena transformed into a surging tide, pouring in from the end of the passage.

Tap, tap, tap, tap...

Shiraki stepped into the dappled light, wearing sneakers.

at the same time.

Two ink-wash silhouettes, one white and one red—Long and Ken—were watching their disciple leave, each with a faint smile on their face.

Ha! You just can't do anything with him, right?

Ken crossed his arms, looked at Shiramu Cheng heading towards the stage, and shook his head helplessly, saying, "Back then, others probably felt the same way about the two of us, right?"

Long was lost in thought, his expression carefree. "Ah, so most fighters are like this, aren't they?"

{yes!}

Ken nodded. {Speaking of which, we won't easily teach our fighting techniques to others, after all, they have ancient origins…and some moves are quite dangerous.}

Our apprentice has fully realized this, hasn't he?

{…}

Upon hearing this, Long smiled faintly and shook his head, neither confirming nor denying it. {Although he had already come into contact with it before, he was gradually delving deeper into that realm.}

{That resolve to 'end the life of the opponent before me'—the surge of killing intent.}

{…}

Ken slightly raised his chin and smiled confidently: "Will he, like you, let things come and go as they please, ultimately reaching a completely new level?"

Maybe yes, maybe no, who knows?

Takashi laughed heartily: {It's precisely because everyone's answer is different that questions about 'fighting' are so fascinating!}

Ah, I've heard you say that before.

Ken was somewhat pleased, recalling: "Although it sounds like you're talking about Zen, I clearly remember you saying—becoming stronger means constantly asking questions."

Takashi nodded. {So, why not ask around?}

What is power?

……

……

At the entrance to the White Tiger Passage, the audience on both sides heard footsteps first.

"coming!"