Super Fighting Tokyo.

If you can take one step, you can take the next... but only in front of you!

"..."

Bai Mucheng stood sideways, assuming a fighting stance.

Swish swish~!

With green skin, golden hair, and a wild appearance, it rolled like a ball, bouncing up and down around the white wooden frame.

The true identity of the figure was immediately apparent.

He is a kind-hearted "warrior of nature," knowledgeable about everything in the jungle, and his movements are full of wildness.

—Blanca.

{Ugh, ugh!}

thump...

Blanca landed, raised her hand to Shiramu Cheng, and jumped up, letting out a happy shout.

As my strength grows, I always want to try it out.

I understand how you feel. Don't be shy, get started!

Blanca raised her hand and waved encouragingly:

You'll definitely play well!

{Now you can survive in the jungle...!}

Blanca burst into laughter.

True strength is the power to survive! That's what the jungle taught me.

"..."

As Bai Mucheng threw a punch, dark purple spiritual energy rippled outwards.

he came.

—Vega.

Although the former commander of Shadow Luo has lost some of his memories, his personality remains cruel and arrogant.

Hahaha! That's interesting.

{I never imagined that someone with your abilities could reach this level!}

Vega crossed his arms and nodded approvingly.

{If you infuse them with mental energy and combine it with brainwashing, they could easily be used as foot soldiers. I'll give it a try someday.}

Having said that, Vega raised his hand, clenched his fist, and crushed a wisp of spiritual energy, creating a muffled sound.

{Keep pursuing power! In the end, it will all be mine, hehehe...}

"..."

"call……"

Bai Mu received the punch, feeling his own breath, and his movements became slower and more solid.

One leg has arrived.

The ink-wash dotted lines surge and ripple, outlining a very, very long "leg" that strides in from afar, with the rest of the body following behind.

Finally, the figure clasped its hands together and hovered beside Bai Mucheng.

He is a yoga master and a teacher to the world.

—Dalsim.

What do you see at the end of that road?

{—Let's see what you get in the next battle.}

{Yes, I'm sure...}

Darsim narrowed his pale eyes and said with a faint smile: "You do indeed possess strength; your eyes 'see' what lies ahead."

{May the flame of your original spiritual power remain with you...}

{Yoga.}

"..."

Shiraki Seiji kicked again.

Whoosh.

The heavy, slow spinning kick sparked flames in the air.

—Ken.

{That's about it...!}

Ken was also kicking, correcting Shiramu Cheng's technique details.

{I prefer leading by example to teaching by words; you must remember this power.}

"..."

Bai Mucheng stopped and stood still.

A female fighter, dressed in a light blue cheongsam and with well-defined leg muscles, stepped out from the side.

—Chun-Li.

It's truly remarkable that you've trained me to this level.

Chun-Li encouraged her: "Next, show your true skills and give it your all!"

Don't forget this single-minded pursuit of power.

Chunli patted Shiramu Cheng on the shoulder.

Whether you allow your current level of practice to stagnate or to reach a higher level is up to you.

"..."

Shiraki wiped his sweat and left the training ground.

At the entrance of the dojo, the "Asura" was already waiting.

——Augui.

{…}

A pair of scarlet eyes stared at Bai Mucheng's expression for a few moments.

{Hmph, can you still laugh...?!}

Akuma waved his hand and said coldly:

Regardless of how this farcical master-disciple relationship unfolds, go and carry out your will!

{Powerful...? How can one speak of power without aiming for the heavens!}

{To not reach the pinnacle is nothing but wishful thinking!}

"..."

Shiraki took a shower and changed into a set of dry casual clothes.

After drinking the water, Bai Mucheng walked to the door.

That polite, sincere, and constantly self-cultivating seeker of the Way, who was pursuing a higher realm, had been waiting for a long time.

——Long.

"Not bad, it's not easy to master a move to this level."

Long clenched his fist and nodded, encouragingly saying:

As a fighter, fight without holding back!

Go, it's time.

You're amazing...

Long extended his fist, aimed it at Bai Mucheng, and gestured to him.

I think you'll deliver a fight that will shake my soul.

I'm so glad I met you, thank you.

Do not preach.

True punches delivered.

Seeking the Dao at the ends of the earth!

—Rong, who carried out all of this, bestowed his blessings upon his disciples.

{It's too early to say you've mastered it; there's still a long way to go...}

{You and I are the same.}

"..."

Whoosh!

Bai Mucheng opened the door.

It was dusk, and the sky was a brilliant golden hue, interspersed with a few dazzling fiery reds.

Absolutely gorgeous!

Under the trees in the courtyard, Miyamoto Musashi was sitting cross-legged, his palms facing each other, his fingers slightly hooked, his eyes closed, calming his mind, and his breathing peaceful.

The two swords, one large and one small, were stuck beside him.

"..."

Upon noticing Shiraki leaving, Musashi suddenly opened his eyes, sprang into the air, and landed with a "thud" on his feet.

Musashi smiled faintly and said, "Shiraki, isn't it time? I'm tired of waiting."