Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 229 Practical Preparation
The lobby on the first floor of a luxury hotel.

Bai Mucheng and Wu Fengshui walked side by side, blending into the crowd, like two enthusiastic tourists enjoying a wonderful evening.

The two remained silent, but had already identified several suspicious individuals, either assassins from IDEAL or mercenaries from the Bug organization.

"..."

In Bai Mucheng's vision, a large amount of ink was surging, but it did not obstruct his view. On the contrary, it made his attention even clearer.

visible……

Those details that were deliberately hidden—all the elements that could give rise to "danger"—are now clearly visible!
Calluses on his fingers, scars on the back of his hands, unnatural muscles, a hidden weapon at his waist, a fierce gaze, heavy breathing...

How did it do it?
There's nothing special about it; the answer is easy to find just by looking at it.

Unlike Wu Fengshui's assassin reconnaissance, Bai Mucheng's approach is to treat this moment as a "fight" and use the state of fighting as a "daily routine"!
By blurring the lines between fighting and daily life, the body will not be left unguarded.

Chest muscles, arms, shoulders, legs, feet...

They were just like any other day, always ready to fight—that was all.

Now this can be considered real combat!

"..."

Shiraki felt good and gradually became immersed in this "daily life," his breathing becoming relaxed, as if he had completely merged with the environment.

The ink flowed and surged, outlining a nimble, ethereal figure that appeared and disappeared among the crowd.

She observed Shiramu Cheng's state, her voice calm and earnest:
{Fighting can sometimes lead to death, especially on the battlefield. Even so, we still choose to fight. Why?}
I did it to protect innocent people.
But for you, it's probably more about improving your skills and experiencing the world, right?
The ink-wash silhouettes weaved through the crowd, lingering occasionally beside dangerous figures before vanishing in the blink of an eye, leaving only blurry traces.

Regardless of the objective, as long as it's a choice you've made after careful consideration, it's a meaningful battle.
If you want to survive on the battlefield, my advice is: first ask yourself why you're fighting so hard...
{…}
Bai Mucheng listened to the teachings and couldn't help but smile knowingly, "I understand, Master."

{Master, Master!?}
The phantom suddenly trembled, causing ripples to spread across the surrounding ink-wash landscape.

{What nonsense are you talking about...no...}
She habitually refused, but when she turned her head, she caught a glimpse of other shadowy figures. After thinking it over, she finally made up her mind.

Okay, fine...
{Your actions are full of flaws, yet you seem to get along with everyone; you have something I don't.}
I won't teach those who lack potential. Let them face various situations first and hone their skills through real-world practice.
{…}
Bai Mucheng's gaze shifted, trying to find his master, but he still couldn't catch up with her, always being a beat too late.

However, Bai Mucheng quickly caught up with his master's pace and further adapted to the "battlefield" at this moment.

For example:
If someone next to you suddenly throws a punch at your face—

Then, perform a low sweeping kick, turn around, step back and crouch to confuse your opponent, then stand up and throw a quick punch forward, countering with the "Jamie's Drunken Spin".

Or perhaps someone walking towards you twists their waist and kicks you—

Then raise your knee forward and thrust it into the opponent's inner circle, then swing your elbow horizontally and strike the opponent's jaw with Sagat's [Fighting Spirit Burst Tiger Punishment].

Or perhaps someone attacks from behind, lunging in for a rear-naked choke—

Then spread your arms, spin your whole body with all your might, and attack with a whirlwind hand chop, using the [Zangief Double Whirlwind Palm]!
It's also possible that someone might suddenly draw a knife and attack, or even suddenly raise a pistol and aim it—

Then...

Shiraki felt his muscles working and tried to imagine how his body would respond correctly in the instant that various situations arose.

...Not enough!

Bai Mucheng pursed his lips, pondering the ever-changing battle situation.

If surrounded, sharp blades will come slashing from all directions—

Ha! That's a really serious crisis, and we have to do everything we can to deal with it!
"……Ah!"

Even though he was trying his best to pretend, Bai Mucheng couldn't help but smile when he thought about it, feeling a strange sense of satisfaction.

It's not about "emotions," but rather that the body is ready to face the "battlefield"!

This change in state was noticed by Wu Fengshui, who was standing beside him.

The black eyes with white pupils blinked.

This is not a "fighting state," but a "combat state," the most suitable preparation for actual combat at this moment!
"Has Shiraki adjusted his condition?"

Wu Fengshui scrolled through his phone, taking in the latest information.

“Indeed, if it were just Sikorsky alone, Arisa and the others would probably be fine, but if IDEAL and the Insect Organization are involved, then the situation is different.”

“Maruk is too inexperienced, Garuda needs more training, and Hongo Hime will have a hard time taking care of everyone. There might still be danger.” As he spoke, Wu Fengshui noticed that the assassins and mercenaries hidden in the crowd had changed their formation again, becoming even more confrontational.

"The evacuation by the Divine Heart Society and the actions of the Metropolitan Police Department have probably been detected."

"IDEAL and the Bug Organization are both getting impatient. They're just waiting for a trigger to start a war. We need to be prepared too."

"But then again..."

Spending a lot of time at the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall, Wu Fengshui was also influenced by You Sha, and occasionally became more optimistic.

"Grandpa and the others, the Metropolitan Police Department, Baki, and the 'soldiers' from the old man's side at headquarters—all these people combined make for a very strong reinforcement."

"In fact, Sikorsky is not affiliated with those two criminal groups, which is actually beneficial to Arisa and the others."

Wu Fengshui's fingers traced the screen, viewing the hotel's floor plan.

"Judging from the records of the Evans Prison in Siberia, Sikorsky came from a gang and would most likely not look favorably upon IDEAL and the Bug Organization."

……

……

Inside the presidential suite on the upper floor of the hotel.

On the sofa by the window, Yujiro was resting with his eyes closed.

The girls sat in the corner of the room with Maruk to rest, while Sikorsky stood boredly to the side, having been waiting for a long time.

"I should have left my address..."

Sikorsky said with a grim face, "It was originally intended to provoke more effectively, but the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department is more inefficient than I imagined."

He glanced at the clock, then suddenly leaned down, staring at Koga with a smile. "It suddenly occurred to me, why do I have to compete with Baki Hanma?"

Sikorst straightened up and let out a long sigh.

"Right here—in this room, isn't there a man who is revered by the world and known as the 'strongest creature on earth'?"

"...Should I take action?"

Sikorsky put his hands on his hips, feigning hesitation, his tone slightly playful.

He stared at the girls, but his words were directed at the man behind him—Yujiro Hanma.

"..."

But after waiting a few seconds, Yujiro didn't respond, which surprised Sikorsky. "Hmph, not going to reply? How unmotivated..."

Sikorsky leaned against the wall, staring at Yujiro by the window across an empty single sofa.

The muscles in his right leg were visibly tense, showing a tendency to exert force, which was perfectly concealed by the angle of the sofa.

Garuda and Hongo Hime instantly realized that Sikorsky intended to kick the sofa, knocking it over towards Yujiro, in order to gain the upper hand.

"Um……"

Hina Hongo blinked, the five-pointed star in her pupils looking at Sikorsky, and whispered, "No, this kind of sneak attack is dangerous."

Sikorsky was taken aback, realizing he had truly been looked down upon, and gave a helpless sneer, "Fine, then forget it."

But of course, this is a disguise!
The next second—

Sikorsky raised his right leg, about to kick the sofa at Yujiro, when suddenly an explosion rang out, shaking the entire hotel.

Boom! !
The deafening roar coincided with Sikorsky's foot stepping onto the sofa.

The girls and Maruk stared wide-eyed at Sikorsky with surprise. "Wow, that's amazing! What did you do?"

Sikorsky: "..."

Sikorsky: "...?"

He slowly withdrew his right leg, then stepped on the back of the sofa, trying several times without success, and was momentarily stunned.

Seeing the girls and Maruk's bewildered expressions, Sikorsky frowned and impatiently waved his hand:
"Don't look at me, I don't know!"

(End of this chapter)