Super Fighting Tokyo.

Yamashita Kazuo sighed softly.

"yes……"

"There are very few people who can persevere on the path of 'pursuing strength'."

"Insufficient ability, family reasons, health problems, age, loss of strength..."

"For various reasons, many people give up halfway."

"Having lost my dreams, I can only live in the so-called 'reality,' and unknowingly I have forgotten my former dreams."

"But now I've discovered..."

Yamashita Kazuo looked at Metsudo and Tokugawa and said frankly with a smile:

"I've discovered that some people will never give up."

"Mr. Ohma, Shiraki, Baki, Doppo Guji, Master Shibukawa, Imai-kun, Mr. Hiroshi, Mr. Wakatsuki, Mr. Kaoran..."

Yamashita Kazuo mentioned many people, then paused.

"The fighters of the Kengan Association, the warriors of the underground arena, and many other powerful individuals."

Looking at them, I understood completely—

"Those people are 'the version of myself I wanted to become, the version of myself that I failed to become!'"

Yamashita Kazuo clenched his fist.

"I wish them well!"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Katahara Metsudo and Tokugawa Mitsunari smiled and nodded, then raised their glasses to toast the warriors.

……

……

That day, night fell.

After washing up, Bai Mucheng wanted to clear his head, so he sat cross-legged under a tree in the courtyard, enjoying the night breeze and watching the leaves fall around him.

The surge of killing intent grew increasingly clear in his mind.

Splash...

The wind blew the leaves down.

The leaves fell silently, yet in Bai Mucheng's eyes, they created ripples of dark black stripes that spread outwards like water waves.

suddenly--

thump.

A muffled, ethereal sound shook the surrounding ink-wash painting, gradually outlining enormous stone Vajra Buddha statues.

Boom!

The muffled thuds grew clearer, sounding like the roar of an earthquake.

Thump—!

As the third muffled thud subsided, Bai Mucheng finally saw what was in front of him clearly.

It was a huge volcanic island, with lava churning in the distance, while he found himself in a relatively quiet area on the edge.

Beneath them lay a dark, rough, wet rock surface, formed from solidified lava.

A crimson aura of oppression enveloped the surroundings, making even the air feel scorching and suffocating!

Boom-! ! !

Bai Mucheng looked in the direction of the sound, towards the direction from which the muffled thud came.

Beneath a colossal stone Vajra throne, a man exuding the aura of an Asura silently and slowly punches the cliff face.

Boom!

Boom!

thump...

Punch after punch, heavy and powerful, reaching the pinnacle of skill.

Chapter 701 GOUKI

In the distance, what was no longer a street scene had become an active volcano erupting lava;

Beneath him was no longer grass, but a stone platform formed from solidified lava;

The surrounding walls, houses, and even the small building of the Fighting Soul Martial Arts Hall all swelled and twisted, turning into giant diamond Buddhas!

This place is called—Hellfire Island!

"..."

Bai Mucheng leaped lightly into the air, his feet gently touching the ground.

He turned his head and looked at the foot of a huge stone Buddha in the distance, where he saw a man who looked like a "Shura" punching the cliff.

Thump! Thump! Thump—!

Its "fist" technique is unparalleled in its power, yet it is also extremely simple.

Simply assume a stable horse stance, with your legs wider than shoulder-width apart, knees slightly bent, and fists clenched at your waist with palms facing upwards, and then slowly strike out.

One punch after another, the movements were so slow yet incredibly heavy, subtly distorting the space around them.

Boom! Boom!! Boom—!!

The entire cliff, and even the surrounding sky and earth, were shaken by these punches, each punch causing a tremor.

"...?!"

By the moonlight, Shiraki Cheng could clearly see the appearance of the "Man of Asura".

His hair and beard were thick and fluffy, all pure white.

His hair was tied up in a high bun; his beard was so thick that it almost covered half of his face!

His overall skin tone was dark, his face was sharp and rugged, and his eyes were particularly piercing with blood-red pupils, making him look like a demon!

His upper body was bare, with a gray-black animal hair shawl wrapped around his shoulders and neck, and a large string of black Buddhist beads around his neck.

He was wearing worn-out, faded trousers with frayed and torn edges.

Both fists and wrists were bound together with thick hemp rope.

The waist was also tied with a thick hemp rope, and animal skin decorations with fur edges were hung down.

barefoot.

Height 178cm, weight 90kg.

Her figure is compact and lean, without any excess fat. She is not bulky, but rather has a sculpted, refined look.

The muscles are firm and full, the eight-pack abs are clearly defined, and even the gaps between the muscles are shadowed!

The muscle size of his arms is even more astonishing, with taut and bulging biceps and forearm muscles, and prominent veins under the skin.

The bare feet revealed taut tendons that fully supported the upper body without any looseness.

—Asura.

Without a doubt, this is an "Asura" emanating murderous intent!

"..."

At this moment, the "Asura" remained silent, slowly striking the cliff in front of him with his unparalleled fist, producing muffled thuds.

suddenly--

Swish!

"Shura" pulls back his right leg, assuming a stance with his left leg in front and his right leg behind, while gradually opening his clenched fists to accumulate power.

With both hands outstretched, pull back simultaneously, continuing to generate fighting energy within the palms, then slowly push forward to strike the cliff.

A low shout came from the mouth of "Shura".

{ha--!}

In an instant, a powerful tremor swept across the cliff, piercing through the diamond Buddha statue on the cliff and causing the heavens and earth to tremble.

Splash splash splash splash...

The ink-wash dotted lines are boiling!

"Shura" raised his left arm horizontally and his right fist loosely clenched and lifted, returning to his wide-open battle stance, with waves rising around his body.

suddenly--

click!

Large swaths of dotted ink lines collapsed, like collapsing roof beams or rocks, crashing down on the "Shura".

"Shura" neither dodged nor flinched.

He clenched his right fist and pulled it back, raising it high behind his head.

Around that tightly clenched right fist, one could see almost materialized waves of killing intent, transforming into an even larger, bloody, heavy fist.

"Shura" stomped the ground with both feet, propelling his entire body into the air, transforming into a blood-red, wrathful Vajra, and unleashing a powerful upward strike with the Rising Dragon Fist.

boom!

Countless ink-wash dotted lines were smashed to pieces by "Shura".

Even the incredibly sturdy "Diamond Buddha" was struck in the chin by the "Asura," which broke off the heavy "Buddha head" weighing over ten tons and sent it flying.

{Drink up~~~~~!}