Over the next few days.
Every day, after finishing his daily workout with Mizuki and the others, Baicang would immediately head to the dojo to train.
Although the pain that felt like blades scraping all over his body was unbearable each time he trained, and he had wanted to give up this self-destructive training method at one point.
He had to grit his teeth and push through.
To that end, he had Mizuki arrive a little earlier every day and taught her the secrets of Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist, mixing truth with falsehood, mainly to motivate himself to keep going.
Of course, he had asked Bang's opinion about this first.
Bang was surprisingly open-minded and saw nothing wrong with it, casually asking who it was.
Baicang answered in four words.
Bang merely nodded.
Sometimes, before going home, he would also stop by Sachiko's place, partly to make sure she was safe, and partly because Sachiko gave excellent massages, and resting his head in her lap was really comfortable.
It was just that, as the massage went on, her hands tended to wander elsewhere...
He also taught her a few moves from Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist.
His daily life consisted of "throwing punches"... working out... training... "throwing punches"... and "swatting mosquitoes."
Even the Hero Association seemed to have forgotten him.
Inside the dojo.
"Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist!"
Baicang swung his hands, two streaks of golden light coiling around his palms like ribbons.
Then he pushed off hard with his right foot.
He shot toward Bang on the platform like a meteor, leaving specks of light in the air along his path.
"Hahaha, come on!"
Bang assumed the same stance. His pale blue aura was not as dazzling as Baicang's golden light, but like the deep ocean, it