Super Fighting Tokyo.

Jamie is here.

{Hey, apprentice, you look like your skills have improved...}

Jamie, carrying the flask of Prajna-soup, took a big gulp, wiped his mouth, and couldn't hide the smugness in his smile.

Wow! I can't believe I taught you so well! I'm amazing!

You'll play very well! Have confidence, my student! Don't let your master down!

Jamie leaned against the wall and raised his chin.

But no matter what, you're still my apprentice. If you ever encounter any difficulties, you can always come to me, Jamie!

Haha! What does it mean to be powerful? If you don't understand, come with me. I'll show you!

As soon as he finished speaking, Jamie suddenly appeared, then vanished without a trace.

"..."

In front of a full-length mirror.

Bai Mucheng stood quietly beside a burly American soldier with a broom-like hairstyle and a calm expression.

—Gu Lie.

Ah, the time has come.

Your movements are quite good, already quite professional, but don't be complacent; strive for even higher levels.

Next, let me see how well you've mastered the professional moves.

Gu Lie clenched his fist and instructed with a faint smile:

We must constantly reflect on ourselves, learn new techniques, and understand that improving our skills doesn't equate to becoming stronger. This is a question worth considering calmly.

"..."

Next to the sandbag.

After delivering a punch, Shiramu Cheng retracted his fist, assumed a stance, and focused on the rhythm of his breathing.

The ink washes surged, outlining the "fighting instructor" with a scar on his face.

—Luke.

Ha! That's a nice expression! But things won't be so easy from here on out!

As Luke spoke, he gave Shiramoto a thumbs-up.

{While it won't be easy from here on out, and you still have a long way to go! But... hehe, you've got some skills!}

{…Sorry! I got a little too excited.}

Luke patted Shiramu Cheng's arm.

{Hmm, if I were to rate your apprentice...}

Your skills have far exceeded the graduation assessment standards for the advanced class. You are now qualified to complete your apprenticeship and graduate. Excellent!

Luke raised his hand and pointed at Shiramu Cheng.

Actually, I'm not cut out to be a coach, but seeing my students get better feels pretty good!

"..."

squat rack

After finishing a set, Shiraki Cheng moved with light, bouncy steps, creating a whirlwind of movement.

The wind whips up the ink painting, transforming it into that dashing "desert eagle."

— Rashid.

Haha! Beautiful! Beautiful!

Rashid remained as optimistic and cheerful as ever, jumping and waving along with Shiraki Cheng, while holding a camera in his other hand.

Give it your all, apprentice! You're an excellent fighter!

{It might be a bit inappropriate for me to say this, but I consider myself a fairly skilled fighter, and I've even saved the world once!}

With someone like me as your mentor, you should be full of confidence!

Rashid used a handheld camera to document his apprentice.

Want to become stronger? I understand! I've been thinking about that too.

"..."

In front of the wooden stake.

Bai Mucheng reached out and gently stroked the rough hemp rope on the wooden stake, which had been kicked and beaten.

The golden ink-wash dotted lines transformed into a "fierce tiger," roaring as it pounced towards him.

thump...

Heavy footsteps sounded.

—Sagat.

This undefeated emperor of Muay Thai, though blind in his right eye, still possessed a fierce expression, but a slight smirk played on his lips as he smiled merrily:

Hehehe, not bad, you've learned what I taught you.

It's time...

Sagat looked at Shiraki.

If you want to become powerful... keep challenging that unattainable peak!

"..."

Bai Mucheng strode through the equipment room.

A figure resembling a "killer bee," wearing a blue jacket, walked beside Shiramu Cheng.

She comes from the Red Delta Force.

—Jamie.

{Hmph, for you, martial arts training will never end, will it?}

{Next up is the practical application!}

Cammy nodded seriously. "Now, I agree to suspend the exercise. Let's prepare to hone our skills in real combat, facing various situations!"

{That being said, I never intended to teach you how to become stronger. I was just... providing you with a perspective.}

You did a good job.

"..."

In the corridor.

The exhibits at the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall are visible through the white wood, while clear sunlight streams in through the window on the other side.

In this situation, Jamaican rap superstar and kickboxer nicknamed "Southern Comet" couldn't sit still.

—Dijon.

{OK, Buddy, are you ready?}

Let's dance with boundless energy! Let's have a party!

Dijon snapped his fingers.

Oh, yeah! You've finally found your rhythm! You'll play well, Buddy!

{I thought it was another version of myself appearing; I hear the world calling for you!}

"..."

Afterwards, Shiraki went to the dojo on the first floor.

Whoosh~ Whoosh whoosh!!

Squeak-!

The ink-wash dotted lines depict a boxer, swinging and moving around on one side of the dojo, his footwork and strikes moving in a dazzling manner.

—Ed.

{Hey, you've been preparing for this long enough, haven't you? Hurry up and send that samurai to the afterlife!}

Ed was still as sharp-tongued as ever, cold on the outside but warm on the inside.

Bai Mucheng grinned and said, "Thank you, Master!"

{Uh! You're welcome.}

Ed stopped throwing a punch, turning his face away. "I use my power so I can live according to my own will."

You should do the same!

In short, I must become stronger... Do whatever you want!

"..."

Standing in the center of the dojo, with your feet on the floor.

The ink washes surged, outlining a robust and powerful red-haired woman, resembling an ancient Roman gladiator, with a bold yet delicate smile on her face.

She is a Pancrassian warrior who carries on the history of ancient Greece, and also an emerging jewelry designer.

—Marisa.

{You're pretty much ripe by now...}

"Go show off your skills, let me see how well you know them!"

Marissa clasped her fists together and laughed heartily:

Anyway... haha! Feels pretty good!

You're amazing! I'm so touched I almost cried!

Marissa clenched her fist, offering her blessings to her disciple.