Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 185 Light Fist
[God of War] Gaolangwen Savado —

For him, boxing is "fighting," a "battlefield" where there is no impurity.

As a warrior of "Lalma XIII", Gaoran defends his honor through battle, while also yearning to fight to the death against a truly formidable foe.

He possessed a unique kind of pride.

It was this pride that led him to return to the boxing ring after reaching the pinnacle of Muay Thai.

In the end, Gaolang mastered Muay Thai and boxing—two striking martial arts—to the extreme, truly deserving the title of "God of Fighting"!
Therefore, when Lamar was invited to send Gaolang to fight in the "Kungan Zeal Street Championship", Gaolang did not feel any emotional fluctuation.

He has seen too many "mediocre people".

Before the match, he used boring performances to provoke ranked players.

The so-called geniuses who hired him to fix matches;
The world champion who has been refusing challenges in an attempt to inflate the prize money for the match...

There are far too many scumbags like this in the world of fighting, people with absolutely no skill.

And that so-called "real-world competition" might just be another boring "show".

But since it is His Majesty's wish, Gaolang should respond with all his might.

By the way, you can also go back to the boxing gym of an acquaintance and help boost the popularity of your "home base".

—Just now, before stepping into the ring, Gaolang still thought so.

But now, as he noticed the two figures, one still and one moving, on the sidelines, Gaolang's idea began to waver.

...is a soldier.

The "God of War" from Thailand made his judgment in the blink of an eye.

These two are undoubtedly top-notch warriors who need to fight to the death in "real combat"!

"..."

Gao Lang paused.

Although his expression remained unchanged, beneath his drooping eyelids, his eyes had unconsciously turned toward Larma XIII.

Since it was an event introduced by His Majesty, Gaolang still hoped to obtain Lalma's permission before "acting impulsively."

Lalma understood immediately and nodded with a smile.

For this competition, Larma wanted Gaolang to satisfy his "self" and therefore did not want his old friend to be too reserved.

That being the case...

"call!"

Gaolang took a light breath, and as he threw his next "demonstration punch," his muscles relaxed slightly, allowing him to increase his speed a little.

shhhhh!

In that instant, Gaolang seemed to have done nothing, his stance from his bare-handed training remained unchanged, only a gust of "wind" suddenly flashed in front of him.

"...!?"

Uehara Nana, who was standing next to him, instinctively closed her eyes due to a physiological reaction, but she didn't realize what was happening at all.

Those around her didn't notice, let alone the tourists in the audience.

Only a very small number of people can truly grasp its subtleties.

Retsukai turned his head and looked at Gaolang on the arena.

"Ok?"

[Fist Hero]'s expression relaxed, and he smiled faintly, "In the incomplete realm of 'fist techniques,' there is actually such a fist."

Meanwhile, on the other side, Shiraki followed up with Gaolang's movements, throwing two quick punches, but his movements were slightly slower than Gaolang's.

"Great, fantastic!"

Although the theory is well known, the feeling of seeing it with your own eyes is completely different.

The attack that Gaolang just delivered was the "fastest attack" of a professional boxer.

It wasn't a straight punch, it wasn't an uppercut, and it definitely wasn't a hook...

The answer is "jab"!
Moreover, Gaolang's jab is recognized in the international boxing world as the fastest active punch, commonly known as the "lightning punch".

Wearing 10-ounce boxing gloves, he can throw as many as 13 punches in a single breath, which is no exaggeration to call him a "light punch"!
"..."

Gaolang's steps faltered slightly as he met their gazes.

The barely concealed high fighting spirit was caught by the eager Rihito, who couldn't help but grin.

"Is that guy also planning a desperate fight? Not bad!"

"..."

In an even more secluded corner, a man wearing a hoodie and a hoodie was secretly observing and recording everything with a video camera in hand.

"That was a powerful punch. I wonder if I could perform it? Anyway, I'll record it first..."

"..."

Inside the venue, an undercurrent was subtly stirring.

Katahara Metsudo and Larma XIII—two shrewd individuals, one old and one young—naturally saw this clearly.

As for Tokugawa Mitsunari, he only wanted to see the duels of the strong, so he didn't care about these messy things.

"Hehe, as expected of the 'Kengan Street Fight Tournament', although it doesn't have the intense feeling of a short tournament, the flames are burning brighter and brighter!"

Lalma tilted his head and looked at Katahara Metsudo. "Although many good fighters have come, I thought you would send Metsudo's Fang to fight."

"It's not time yet. After all, today is just 'boxing,' and it's far from time to determine a winner."

Mie Tang smiled and waved his hand, "I'm just here today to keep some old friends company."

"Ha, what a cunning old man..."

Lamar narrowed his eyes. "You want your [Teeth] to take it a step further, right? Fine, let's just enjoy the fun of 'boxing' today."

The so-called "fun time" is actually the "inner" area reserved for VIPs, which is the evening after ordinary tourists have left.

As for now, the exhibition continues, with Gaolang temporarily leaving the ring to be greeted by the next professional boxer.

"..."

The wait was agonizingly long when Katahara Metsudo suddenly suggested, "Want to play some games? I've been playing mahjong a lot lately."

Both Lamar and Tokugawa nodded in agreement.

However, mahjong is usually a four-player game, and there was one less participant, which put the three of them in a difficult position.

Although there were several guards, these guys were extremely serious—especially when facing the three of them at the same time, it was difficult to have fun together.

So I need to find someone who's outgoing and preferably lively...

The two elders and the young boy looked around and finally fixed their gaze on Yusa.

"I?"

Yusa thought for a moment and decided not to refuse her friend. "It's just that I don't know much about the rules of mahjong, so I can only try my best."

Lamar comforted him, "It's okay, it's okay, give it a try, calling for outside help is not out of the question."

Arisa blinked. "Is off-court assistance okay too?"

The other three nodded.

Yusa thought for a moment, then took out her phone and called an acquaintance who was good at mahjong. "Uncle, sorry to bother you, but I would like to ask you for a favor. Please give me some pointers."

The voice on the other end of the phone sounded helpless, "Hey, Chengjun's sister asked me for help... I'm not good at fighting."

Arisa added, "It's playing mahjong."

Shigeru Akagi relaxed. "Oh, well, I do have some skills."

"..."

……

Lunch and afternoon tea will be provided at the venue.

Soon, evening arrived, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone through the glass into the venue.

Tokugawa, Miedo, and Lamar—the two old men and the young man have been losing all along.

After losing at mahjong, you lose at poker; after losing at poker, you lose at dice...

In the end, it was only when Yusa's phone ran out of battery that the three of them had a chance to turn the tide; otherwise, they would have suffered a huge loss.

"..."

Gradually, the ordinary tourists dispersed, leaving behind the more "hardcore" industry insiders, who then began the VIP "evening session" that was not easily known to outsiders.

click!
The chandeliers on the main arena were turned on.

Even before the host took the stage, enthusiastic cheers filled the entire venue.

"Gentlemen, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting!"

"Whether it's compliant or not is another matter, and the weight class division can be ignored for now. In short, everyone wants to swing their fists in the ring!"

"Come on! Try stepping into the boxing ring! Enter this realm of fighting with fists!"

A beautiful woman with off-white hair, wearing a red evening dress and with a tan complexion, stood on the stage holding a microphone. Her voice was passionate and melodious, echoing throughout the venue.

She was teasing the eager contestants in the arena.

"Sure enough, wherever there are warriors, there is a fighting arena!"

"Although this is not an official match, it's a rare opportunity. Get ready to witness the world's fastest punch from the [God of Fighting]!!"

(End of this chapter)