Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 4: Battle Qi Bursts Forth
To prevent the brother and sister from running away, the henchmen of the Tragic Tooth Group kept watch in the vicinity for three days.

As evening approached, a very pleasant breeze began to blow.

Inoue Suga, a minor leader of the Mischievous Tooth Group, arrived at the Shiraki family's vacant lot as agreed, along with two debt collectors from the Teiai Group.

At this moment, Bai Mucheng stood still in the open space, with sandbags that had been repaired many times in front of him.

Just as the foreman was about to raise his hand to greet them, Yusa suddenly walked out of the tin-roofed housing and interrupted, "Isn't it still early? My brother is warming up, please don't disturb him."

"so troublesome."

The leader glanced at his watch, but didn't object, though he felt slightly annoyed.

He paced back and forth on the grass, lit a cigarette, and muttered to himself, "You brain-damaged piece of trash, you should just go and get a beating. What are you doing putting on airs here..."

As they were talking, the leader suddenly noticed that the two men in black from the Imperial Love were frozen in place, their expressions somewhat incredulous.

"what?"

He turned his head and looked at Shiramu Cheng, who was warming up.

……

The stance remains sideways, with the left arm raised to defend and the right arm bent at the elbow, the weight positioned between the forefoot and the heel.

That's "Long's" fighting stance, which focuses on both offense and defense.

When advancing, one can throw a jab with the front hand and a heavy strike with the rear hand; when retreating, one can protect the chin and most of the body; when moving, one can quickly slide forward and backward.

Although it was only a short three days, Shiraki Cheng had a foundation, and with the constant practice based on Ryu's phantom, he had already mastered about 70-80% of Ryu's fighting stance.

"call!"

After taking a deep breath, Shiramu pulled his left hand back and threw an uppercut, then twisted his whole body and swept his right leg across his midsection before returning to his stance.

This was an ordinary set of movements, but the key was that Shiraki's movements were extremely slow and without the slightest deviation.

Every moment, he was like an ancient Greek sculpture, frozen in place, with the muscle texture of his bare upper body clearly visible, and you could even tell which muscle was exerting force!
"Hiss! Whoosh..."

With each breath, everything around him seemed to pulsate in rhythm with Bai Mucheng's focus.

He looked straight ahead.

In a daze, the squad leader and the two men in black widened their eyes, mistakenly thinking that Bai Mucheng was facing not a sandbag, but a burly opponent!
"Up!"

Bai Mucheng gave a low shout, his back foot slammed off the ground, and his front foot moved slightly slower, causing his whole body to rotate, making him move forward at an extremely fast speed.

Ode!
This footwork technique maximizes explosive power, enabling high-speed dashes over short distances. Originally intended to evade Wu Fengshui's "gunshots," it later took shape under the pressure of Long's straight punches.

It's called [Unleashing Battle Aura]!
However, just as the leader and the man in black were astonished, another unexpected event occurred—

boom!
Something flew backward, but it wasn't a sandbag; it was Bai Mucheng, who was charging forward!

As if he had been hit by something, Bai Mucheng rolled several times after landing and crashed heavily into the wall before finally coming to a stop.

The sandbag, however, only swayed slightly back and forth, remaining perfectly still.

"what happened?!"

The leader and the man in black were both dumbfounded, unable to understand what had happened.

Someone was actually sent flying by a sandbag!?
This is a claim that even science fiction wouldn't dare to use lightly!
……

……

Bai Mucheng spat out a mouthful of blood, sprang to his feet with a somersault, and then noticed the people who had been waiting for him for a long time.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, I'll change my clothes."

He blew the blood out of his nose, wiped his face clean with a towel, changed into a clean set of clothes, and got ready to go.

The leader and the men in black exchanged glances, utterly bewildered by what had just happened, but time was running out, so they had no choice but to set off first and ask about the rest later.

After Shiraki got into the car, his younger sister, Sakurai Arisa, wanted to follow, but Shiraki stopped her.

"We agreed that."

Bai Mucheng rubbed You Sha's head. "You can't go this time. Besides, it's just a comeback match, there's nothing to see, right?"

Arisa was worried, but she nodded nonetheless.

Bai Mucheng breathed a sigh of relief.

He wasn't a rigid person. If tonight really was a "Kengan match," and most of the spectators were tycoons or even politicians, then it wouldn't be a bad idea to let Arisa go along, as her safety would be somewhat guaranteed.

However, tonight's event is an "underground boxing match against Kengan fighters," and there are yakuza involved, making the level of danger unclear.

"Exactly, we're not responsible for being babysitters!"

The underling sat in the passenger seat, pursed his lips, and gestured for the man in black to drive. ...

……

On the way, another man in black sitting next to Bai Mucheng in the back row unconsciously looked at Bai Mucheng's face.

Visible to the naked eye, there were faint bruises on that face, marks of being beaten.

"I said……"

The man in black asked, puzzled, "You didn't go out and play practice matches with other people in these three days, did you?"

Bai Mucheng thought for a moment and shook his head, saying, "Finding someone... it shouldn't count as that. It was just a simulation practice, similar to 'shadow boxing' in boxing training."

Shadow boxing, also known as "empty punching," involves facing a mirror during training and imagining yourself hitting an opponent, performing various offensive, defensive, dodging, and counter-attacking maneuvers.

The man in black in the back row was a boxing fan and knew the term, but this only made him more confused.

"A simulated practice? You can get injured all over by punching the air? And just now... you were bleeding? How is that possible?!"

"..."

Bai Mucheng thought for a moment, then suddenly stretched out his empty palm, his five fingers spread out.

"Now imagine that I have half a lemon cut in my hand. You can squeeze juice out of the fresh pulp and smell the lemon scent. It's super sour."

"And then—"

Bai Mucheng suddenly shoved his hand into the mouth of the man in black in the back row and laughed, "Let me lick it for you!"

"Varied--

The men in black in the back row didn't react at all. Following Bai Mucheng's words and imagining what he said, they felt their tongues were sour. Even the two people in the front row couldn't help but salivate.

Shiraki then showed his empty palm.

"The human body is amazing. You just imagined a sour taste, and as a result, you started drooling."

"Then, if we go a step further and imagine things more specifically when practicing shadow boxing, we can get more realistic feedback..."

Such an explanation was something neither the junior leader nor the two men in black had ever heard before.

For the men in black who were simply carrying out their superiors' orders, they all found Shiraki Sei's analogy quite interesting.

But for the petty boss with whom he had a bad relationship, he felt a strange sense of unease, as if he were insignificant in Bai Mucheng's eyes.

Has this guy lost his mind? How come he's chatting with people from the Di'ai Group?

"cut!"

The squad leader frowned and said fiercely, "Whether it's lemon or dried plum, don't try to pull any tricks in tonight's match!"

Unexpectedly, Bai Mucheng used the small leader as a negative example and analyzed to the two men in black: "You see, when you are under a lot of pressure, your mind will become dark and you will be more prone to anger."

The two men in black, who frequently went to collect debts from deadbeats, were also in a bad mood and quickly asked for advice, "So, how should we resolve this?"

"Let's build muscle."

Bai Mucheng leaned back in the back seat and laughed heartily, "More exercise will make you feel better."

The men in black all agreed that it made sense.

The veins on the junior leader's forehead bulged even more.

……

……

The open space of the Shiraki family's dojo.

Bai Mucheng had been walking for more than ten minutes. As darkness fell, You Sha leaned against the wall, fidgeting restlessly, unable to sit still.

She knew that her brother was doing it for her safety, but she was also worried about him.

"..."

While she was thinking, another car drove up from another direction and stopped in front of Yusa.

Yusa became wary and was about to run away when the back door of the car suddenly opened, revealing Garuda waving at her.

"Arisa-kun, over here!" Garuda exclaimed happily, "We've come to pick you up!"

Yusa froze. "Pick me up...where to?"

The driver's side window rolled down, and Wu Fengshui was driving. She patted the car door with a smile, "Of course I'm here to watch your brother fight!"

(End of this chapter)