Super Fighting Tokyo.

{absurd!}

Gouki was very disdainful. He raised his right hand and swung it down, making his fluffy white beard tremble.

Even infants strive to become stronger to survive. In this respect, you're not even as good as an infant!

{…}

Upon hearing this, Long stopped punching, sat cross-legged beside Bai Mucheng, letting the sweat run down his cheeks, and smiled at his disciple.

Akuma frowned. "You...you're laughing too? Laughing at the impending deathmatch? You brat!"

Ryu calmly raised his head, meeting Akuma's gaze. "You should be able to feel everything we've poured our hearts and souls into our punches."

{And I can feel...}

{Since just now, haven't you been smiling?}

{…}

Upon hearing Takashi's words, Akuma was clearly taken aback.

{snort!}

Akuma didn't respond, but just gave a cold snort and looked at his fist.

{Life, in essence, is the tireless elimination of all threats to one's own life.}

Regardless of strength, every living being has the urge to kill its opponent.

{…}

Shiraki Shinjiro opened his eyes and looked up at the sky. He could feel the "waves of killing intent" from Akuma's tightly clenched fist.

{Hmm...you can sense something at least?}

If that's truly the case, then it's all due to the circumstances and insights of those who pursue power!

Hao Gui also sat down cross-legged, letting the ink wash around him ripple.

My life has been one of wandering.

{I ventured deep into the mountains, dwelled in the wilderness, befriended the moon, and used the grass as my pillow.}

{During the journey, you decide for yourself how to eat each day...}

{They relied entirely on hunting wild animals, digging up roots and gathering fruits for their three daily meals.}

Whether deep in the mountains or in the wilderness, you'll be unexpectedly struck by its abundance.

The journey itself is life, and life is a process of refinement.

The demon's form dissipated, turning into ink-like lines, leaving only a trace of crimson in his eyeballs, leaving faint points of light in the night.

{Seeking power through travel...? Hmph, there's no other way!}

{…}

The man's name was Gouki, and his fists yearned to constantly surpass the ultimate.

Where will his path of carnage lead? Even Ryu couldn't answer that.

In short—

Takashi clenched his fist as a blessing to his disciple.

……

……

Another night has passed.

the next day.

The duel with Miyamoto Musashi is approaching, but Shiraki still trains as usual, throwing punches and kicks in the courtyard, unleashing one move after another.

Diligent study and hard practice will lead to the ultimate move!

"..."

Just then, two guests arrived.

It turns out to be [Champion] Baki Hanma and [Ashura] Ohma Tokita.

The two met by chance at a street corner and came together. Outside the courtyard, they made eye contact with Bai Mucheng and both grinned.

Well... there's nothing particularly noteworthy to say.

None of the three old friends were good at sweet talk, so they simply went about their daily routines naturally, doing their habitual exercises.

Only occasionally, when passing by Shiraki, would Baki and Ohma casually mention:

"Brother Bai Mu, you just want to fight, right?"

Baki smiled faintly, "Even when facing Miyamoto Musashi, you still have to fight—that's what 'Shiraki Sho' does, right?"

Wang Ma was even more direct: "Bai Mucheng, you have a chance."

Baki pursed his lips and thought for a moment, then added, "The outcome is probably fifty-fifty? Maybe it will be over in one strike."

Wang Ma was somewhat surprised. "Hey, will you really go that far?"

Baki's eyes darted around. "Who knows? After all, it's 'Shiraki Sho vs. Miyamoto Musashi,' I can't imagine what might happen!"

In short—

Baki patted Shiraki on the shoulder. "That's right, Shiraki-kun, you have a chance."

……

……

Continue with your daily exercise routine.

Soon, Baki and Ohma noticed that although Shiraki Sho hadn't done anything special, his condition was becoming increasingly hot.

Weapons, bare-handed punches, hitting the punching bag, sparring...

For Shiramu Cheng, this was both a routine training session and a long warm-up for the upcoming "death match".

He needs to adjust his "moves" to their optimal level before facing Miyamoto Musashi!

"..."

About an hour later, the three of them took a break from their workout to wipe their sweat and drink water.

Just then, another group of people arrived.

The leader was a handsome and cheerful young man with a scar across his face and long, cherry-pink hair.

—【Eccentric】Mitsuyo Koishi.

As a longtime friend of Shiraki Sei, Mushi understood Shiraki Sei's thoughts, so he contacted other friends and asked them to help.

There were many people.

【Strangulation King】Imai Kosuke, 【Tiger】Wakatsuki Takeshi, 【Prison Angel】Sekibashi Jun, 【Rope-Breaking Technique】Ko Angsheng, 【Fighting God】Gao Lang, 【Destroyer God】Kono Haruo.

Also present were King Ralma XIII of Thailand and Gu Haipingba, the chairman of Gu Hai Pharmaceutical.

"Ah Cheng?!"

Mushi greeted him with a smile, nimbly vaulting over the courtyard wall. "Even though you'll be facing Miyamoto Musashi in your 'normal' state, a fighter's 'normal' state is to fight, right?"

"—This is also a daily routine at the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Academy."

Mu Shi raised an eyebrow and smiled, giving a thumbs-up to indicate what was behind him.

"We're all too busy to sit still, so we've come to challenge you to our daily practice battles!"

"But even so, too many people will interfere with each other, so..."

As they spoke, four people stepped forward—

Wakatsuki Samurai, Sekibayashi Jun, Hao Aung Sheng, and Gao Lang.

Including Mitsuyo Koishi, there are a total of five.

The remaining four people, including Kono Haruo, Imai Kosuke, Larma XIII, and Furukai Heihachi, watched from a distance.

Baki and Ohma exchanged a smile, shrugged, and stepped aside.

"..."

"Ah, that's right."

Mu Shi added with a laugh, "None of us are beginners, and we know that going up together would interfere with each other, so we'll take it one at a time!"

"One by one, I'll fight you in real combat—"

Whoosh!

Before he finished speaking, Mu Shi suddenly crouched down, lunged forward, and instantly reached Bai Mucheng, opening his arms to grab him.

This was indeed a real battle; Mushi even resorted to a sneak attack!

But the next moment—

Snapped!

Bai Mucheng leaped off the ground, gracefully avoiding Mu Shi's grab, and twisted his waist and body in mid-air, kicking his right leg diagonally downwards.

Bang~!

Mushi was hit on the head and staggered back a few steps, clutching his forehead.

At the same time—

A burly, tall figure with a sinister grin seized the opportunity to take his place and slapped Mu Shi's hand with his palm.

Snapped!

"Haha! It's a change of personnel!"

This enthusiastic tone comes from Guan Linchun, the "Prison Angel," who has entered "super professional wrestling" mode!

"drink--!"

With a loud shout from Guan Linchun, his simple and brutal wrestling punch was swung horizontally and slammed heavily towards Bai Mucheng.