Super Fighting Tokyo.

"Great, fantastic!"

Shiraki Sei loves this moment!

When exchanging skills with others, it's a contest of agility, momentum, and psychology...

A contest of strength!

【Charge with Fighting Spirit】!

Ode!

Bai Mucheng pushed off the ground with his back foot, his aura instantly distorted, stirring up emerald green ink-wash colors, and he strode forward.

He closed in on Long in an instant, unleashing a rapid barrage of punches and kicks, all of which Long parried and deflected.

Clap clap clap!

In a flash, Long threw a punch in retaliation, which grazed Bai Mucheng's nose, creating a whistling wind that tickled Bai Mucheng's nose.

Swish!

The two men simultaneously clenched their fists and punched, their fists and feet striking back and forth in rapid succession, their offense and defense shifting at an absurdly fast pace, far exceeding the pressure of "normal practice."

Whoosh whoosh whoosh~~~~!

The sound of something cutting through the air exploded repeatedly.

Once they finished warming up with punches and kicks, the intensity of their sparring increased, and they began to exchange various moves.

[Wave Palm Strike], [Whirlwind Kick], [High-Level Foot Kick], [Heel Slam]...

Each move was delivered solidly.

Start, exert force, breathing, rhythm, finish...

Many details were practiced repeatedly in battle, without any hint of boredom or perfunctoriness, but rather full of the joy of throwing punches.

That was quite a workout!

—?!

boom!

Long threw a straight punch that landed on Shiramu Cheng's face.

Bai Mucheng took a big step back, tilting his head back until his face was facing the sky, his eyes flashing with a sharp light, and his waist and abdomen suddenly tensed and rebounded.

The light in his eyes drew two dark red arcs out of thin air!

Push off with your back foot and deliver a powerful right punch.

[Battle Aura Bursts Out with Shock!]

Ode!

A powerful right straight punch was thrown at Long in front of him.

"—!"

Long's gaze instantly sharpened. He took a half-step forward with his right foot, pressing his entire body close to Bai Mucheng, while simultaneously countering with a right punch.

[Battle Aura Bursts Out with Shock!]

The same right straight punch, but Long struck with the effect of striking first after being hit by a counter-punch, hitting Shiramu Cheng hard in the abdomen.

boom--!

"Ooh!"

Bai Mucheng gagged, then collapsed to his knees with a thud, his entire body soaked in sweat, large beads of sweat sliding down his body.

"call……"

Long exhaled a breath of hot air, clenched his fist, tightened the band around his forehead, nodded approvingly to Shiramu Cheng, and then turned and left.

Tap, tap, tap, tap...

He walked out step by step, his figure drifting upwards, gradually transforming into pink cherry blossoms, disappearing without a trace in the pink ink painting.

This exercise has now come to an end.

"Huh...huh..."

Bai Mucheng knelt on the ground, panting heavily, his eyes still gleaming with lingering desire.

He paused for a moment before getting up, turning his head, and looking at the corridor not far away.

A guest had been waiting for a long time.

——【Demon Gun】Kuroki Gensai.

This "Strange Arm Style" karate master had been there for over ten minutes, but he didn't disturb Shiramu Cheng's training. He simply sat cross-legged and waited quietly.

Kuroki Gensai was seriously injured in his battle with Miyamoto Musashi, and only recently recovered.

"Um..."

Seeing that Bai Mucheng had finished practicing, Hei Mu nodded and said in a deep voice, "Bai Mu, your condition seems to be even better than it looks."

Bai Mucheng wiped his sweat and grinned, "Really? You can tell?"

“I, Kuroki Gensai, cannot be mistaken.”

Kuroki nodded and moved aside slightly.

Shiraki Chengze walked over to Kuroki and sat down next to him, letting out a long breath of hot air.

Kuroki's gaze sharpened, and he said in a deep voice, "How are your preparations for the battle against Miyamoto Musashi?"

Shiraki's answer was unexpected: "I had no preparations and no tactics."

"Mmm!"

Kuroki was taken aback, then nodded as if sensing something.

"Yes, when facing a swordsman from four hundred years ago, the 'preparation' must be this thorough; it must be your usual self..."

Kuroki sighed, “Miyamoto Musashi is lonely, and his loneliness is different from that of a cultivator. It is difficult to confront him.”

Shiraki Seiya nodded in agreement, but then changed the subject, saying, "It is indeed a difficult matter, but in my opinion, what is called a 'difficult matter' is not a bad thing."

"It is precisely because we can 'face difficulties' that we can't help but 'ask questions'..."

"..."

……

That day, at noon.

【Ashura】Tokita Ohma, participated in a Kengan match and ultimately won, demonstrating even greater strength.

Katahara Metsudo, the "President of the Kengan Association," and Tokugawa Mitsunari, the "Old Master," both went to watch the match since they had nothing else to do.

To celebrate and to find someone to chat with, the two invited Tokita Ohma and his partner Yamashita Kazuo to go drinking together.

Wang Ma didn't want to drink, so the old men paid for him to go upstairs for barbecue.

As for the two of them, they took Yamashita Kazuo with them to have a drink at the bar downstairs.

"..."

Tokugawa took a deep breath and murmured, "It's about to begin. A clash between two top-tier masters: Shiraki Shō vs. Miyamoto Musashi."

Katahara Metsudou nodded with a chuckle, "The soldiers are already itching for more..."

Tokugawa added, "This applies not only to the soldiers, but to anyone in the know."

"Hehehe, is that so?"

Katahara Metsudo took a sip of his drink, then suddenly noticed Yamashita Kazuo beside him, and answered himself, "Yeah, that's right."

Mr. Yamashita: "..."

Kazuo Yamashita: "Huh...!?"

This ordinary, even thin and small 58-year-old middle-aged employee was nervous because of the presence of two important figures, and then suddenly noticed that the two were looking at him.

Yamashita Kazuo scratched his head and tentatively asked, "Excuse me, what's wrong?"

"Well, it's nothing."

Katahara Metsudo stroked his white beard and teased with a smile, "I just suddenly realized that you're happy too! And a little excited?"

"Ah...is that so?"

Yamashita Kazuo blinked.

After this period of training, Yamashita Kazuo is no longer the timid person he once was. He has become much bolder and has become more aware of many things.

Therefore, after considering what Miedang had said, he nodded seriously, "Yes, I am very happy and excited by each battle."

Metsudo and Tokugawa exchanged a glance, signaling Yamashita Kazuo to continue.

Yamashita Kazuo took a sip of wine and laughed:

"I want to become powerful."

“When I was a kid, professional wrestling shows aired during prime time on TV, and I watched every single episode every week without fail.”

“I admire professional wrestlers and sometimes I want to be as strong as them.”

"but……"

“I tried, but I couldn’t even beat the local bully. Becoming stronger became an unrealistic dream for me.”

Yamashita Kazuo clenched his fist slightly.

"I still want to become stronger..."

"I want to achieve 'absolute power' so that I will not succumb to unreasonable violence."

"So, after entering junior high school, since there was no wrestling club, I joined the 'judo club,' which was a weak club that was always at the bottom."

"Even there, I would be instantly killed."

"—That's how I came to understand 'reality'."

“My path was easily cut off; I cannot realize that ‘dream’.”