Super Fighting Tokyo.

"It's Shiraki Cheng!"

"【Battle Spirit】!"

"..."

They cheered and celebrated the appearance of Shiraki Seung.

But when Bai Mucheng finally walked out of the passage and into the light at the end, the audience gasped in surprise, all puzzled.

"Eh...!?"

"Shiraki Cheng is still wearing clothes!"

"Are we going to embrace street style?"

"You want to fight street brawls in the arena...!?"

"..."

The audience, whose energy had been depleted by the battle between Retsu Kaioh and Tokita Ohma, were now having their emotions reignited.

To their utter surprise, Bai Mucheng not only didn't take off his shoes or clothes, but there wasn't even a single bead of sweat on his forehead, as if he was completely unprepared!

"【Battle Spirit】Is there no motivation?"

"Cheer up!"

"It's like they didn't even warm up..."

"..."

Confused voices emerged one after another.

In contrast—

A tall, imposing figure emerged from the entrance to the Azure Dragon's passage, instantly drawing the audience's attention.

He was a man wearing a black tactical bodysuit, barefoot, with slicked-back hair, a fierce face, and sharp eyes.

—【Fang of Destruction】Kano Aka!

At this moment, although Gana's expression was calm, he was clearly in the zone, with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead and all his muscles were extremely active.

"It's finally here—!!"

Sheath Fragrance gripped the microphone tightly and announced in a deep voice, "After a short break, the next match is about to begin. Both players have taken their places on the field!"

"Azure Dragon Formation!"

"Is someone calling for him? The King of Kengan!"

"He has won all 150 battles since his debut! He is the man who has created a new legend by stepping on mountains of corpses!"

"Height 201cm, weight 128kg—"

"【Fang of Destruction】Kano Tsukasa!!"

The audience's enthusiasm was reignited by She Xiang's words.

"beat a drum!"

"Ghana!"

"tooth!"

Even in the underground arena, Gana's strength still attracts many fans.

Then, Qiaoxiang turned to introduce:

"White Tiger Fang!"

"Is it a hallucination? Or reality?? It can't be that I've forgotten, can it?!"

"Facing the champion of the Kengan match, he's still dressed in casual street clothes? And his breathing is too steady!"

"What exactly is he planning?!"

"In this state, can he still ask a question? Can he still ask that question?!"

What is power?

"The people who keep asking this question have arrived!"

"Height 187cm, weight 105kg—"

"【Battle Spirit】Shiraki Cheng!!"

……

……

in the audience.

[Martial Saint] Shibukawa was full of vigor and turned to look at Honbu Izo beside him.

Shibukawa crossed his arms. "Headquarters, what do you think?"

Upon hearing this, the headquarters staff was taken aback, scratching their heads and saying, "Why are you asking this all of a sudden... That's strange. What are you asking, Professor Shibukawa?"

Shibukawa pursed his lips, "You mean Shiraki-kun's condition!"

The head of the unit pondered, "This is something that Mr. Shibukawa should understand better than I do, since you don't do any warm-up exercises before a match."

"After all, your belief is that martial artists should always be in a state of combat readiness."

"..."

Hearing this, Shibukawa nodded and said, "I did say that, but is Shiraki-kun's current state really 'ready for battle'?"

Headquarters also felt something was amiss, but couldn't give a timely answer.

……

……

Meanwhile, in the arena.

"Both parties, please come to the center of the arena!"

Following the arena's tradition, the staff invited both fighters to come forward.

So there, Shiraki and Kanao met, standing facing each other and looking into each other's eyes.

Gana said calmly, “This battle is not for the stakes, nor for anyone else, but simply for you and me.”

Shiraki Cheng put his hands in his pockets and said leisurely, "Of course, it definitely has to go this far..."

At the same time, the staff announced the rules of the battle.

Anything is acceptable except for firearms!

Having said that—

Kano and Shiraki turned around and returned to the sidelines.

On the way back, Shiraki Cheng finally made a move.

He lifted his leg and tiptoed to kick his shoe to the side of the field, then took off his short-sleeved shirt, revealing a body covered in scars and bruises.

This feels... so weird...?

Shiramu Cheng's expression was somewhat strange.

After confronting Miyamoto Musashi, Shiraki realized that if he wanted to explore "what is strength", he could not be treated specially.

That's right...

Miyamoto Musashi did not undergo special training; he simply practiced as usual and never even considered why he should do so.

Master Long also said that becoming stronger means constantly asking questions.

Since it is "continuous", then there must be no "special" aspects.

No, being in a constant state of readiness doesn't necessarily mean you need to do anything that impressive.

Just keep asking questions as usual.

...No warm-up.

However, my physical functions did not sluggish.

The soles of the feet on the ground, the supporting legs, the core connecting the limbs, and also the shoulders, arms, chest muscles, brain...

My consciousness and body are living "as usual"!

"..."

While he was thinking, Bai Mucheng had already walked to the side of the field on the side of Baihu.

At the entrance of the passage, Wu Fengshui had already followed, with the [Champion] Baki Hanma standing beside him.

"Shiraki-sensei..."

Wu Fengshui blinked his black-and-white eyes and looked Bai Mucheng up and down, who showed no signs of warming up. His pupils involuntarily contracted.

She was very familiar with Bai Mucheng, so she could tell at a glance that Bai Mucheng's fighting condition was by no means weak, and was even more terrifying than when he was fully prepared for battle!

Baki seemed to have noticed this as well.

"Well……"

[Champion] The boy tilted his head from side to side, staring at Bai Mucheng from side to side, and finally smiled faintly and said: "Brother Bai Mucheng, I wish you a happy game."

Did you have a good time playing?

Is it too ordinary to offer a blessing for a duel?

But coming from Baki Hanma, these words left no room for rebuttal.

"..."

Bai Mucheng lowered his head slightly, looked at the fence, his expression leisurely, and murmured softly:

"Great, fantastic! I love it this way."

"This is so much fun..."

Bai Mucheng turned around and smiled with pursed lips.