Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 187 Difficulty Traveling

Seeing the lively scene on stage, Gaolang behind the curtain could no longer sit still.

He came off the stage from the other side, first went to greet Lamar, and then planned to go to one side of the venue to warm up by hitting the punching bag.

Lalma smiled, narrowing his eyes. "You're very serious, Gaolang."

"That's right, Your Majesty. There are indeed real warriors among that group."

Gaolang nodded slightly. "For Your Majesty's sake, and for the honor of our nation, I will respond with all my might."

"..."

While the two were talking, Retsu Kaioh and the hooded mystery man had already left the stage.

On the ring, Shiraki Shō and Rihito stood facing each other, while Katahara Sayaka, who was in charge of hosting, stood in the middle, indicating that the two should make some pre-match preparations.

Both men bandaged their hands and, with the help of staff on the sidelines, put on and tightened their boxing gloves.

While warming up, get used to that subtle weight.

"..."

Compared to Shiraki Sei, who was wearing boxing gloves for the first time, Rito had just finished a boxing match and therefore adapted quickly—especially to his fists and wrists covered by the gloves.

"Haha, I'm still not quite used to it the second time, after all, my 'ultimate move' is sealed..."

"Well, it's not a Kengan match after all, it's not good to make it too bloody."

Rito swung his arm and looked up at Shiramu Cheng, "Brother, you're really lucky, after all, my 'Razor' is unusable."

As she spoke, She Xiang had already asked the staff to bring over two sets of helmets and protective gear.

But after receiving the protective gear, Rito did not put it on. Instead, he held the glove in his arms and raised his chin at Shiraki Sho again.

"But you were also unlucky, because through the match just now, I've learned the tricks of the sport of boxing."

"It's all about who's stronger!"

Rito's eyes were wide open, and there was blood between his gaping teeth—blood from a recent punch from an active boxer.

"I'm best at fighting each other."

He gripped the helmet with his two fist gloves, lifted it to eye level, then grinned and suddenly slammed his forehead into it.

Bang!

The hard forehead struck the helmet, directly denting one side of the protective gear. The person's forehead was also scratched, and a few drops of blood flowed out.

The ferocity of the underground fighters was on full display!

He raised his hands, tossed his helmet high into the air, and then threw a powerful punch.

boom!
The helmet, like a baseball, was slammed into Rito's fist and flew forward rapidly—skimming past Shiraki's earpiece before finally falling outside the ring.

dong dong!

Rito tapped his forehead with his boxing gloves. "This piece of junk isn't even as sturdy as myself!"

"But you, hurry up and put on your hood. I don't want an ambulance to ruin my fighting spirit!"

"..."

……

offstage.

Seeing this, Lalma tilted his head and smiled, "That fighter named Rito, although his understanding is very superficial, has somehow come close to the essence of 'heavyweight boxing'."

Seeing that Yusa looked a little confused, Lalma continued to explain with a smile.

"Looking at the 17 weight classes in boxing, most of the more popular matches take place in the 'upper middle' weight class."

"Because athletes of this weight require both strength and technique, the intensity of offense and defense is extremely high, and the competition is truly spectacular."

"The 'heavyweight' category, which has no weight restrictions, focuses more on the fight itself, and occasionally there are rough fights with heavy punches."

Lalma looked at Rihito on the stage.

"That man probably weighs over 100kg, right? He's a pretty good physique for a heavyweight, and he has the ruthlessness of an underground fighter."

"Hmm, he's certainly not bad when it comes to 'fighting spirit,' no wonder he's a registered fighter of the Kengan Association."

"However……"

Lamar changed the subject, looking at Shiraki Cheng on the other side, "But I feel that this match is not fair."

……

……

On the stage.

Shiraki Shigeo was holding the helmet, but he wasn't wearing it either.

After witnessing Rito's intimidation, Shiraki Cheng gently tossed his helmet into the air, and just as it landed, he lightly punched it with an uppercut.

boom.

A soft sound.

Bai Mucheng used both hands to strike upwards repeatedly, maintaining a small but precise force, like juggling a ball, making the helmet bounce up and down.

"Well, it's a decent warm-up, but it would probably be even more effective if we used paper balls instead."

shuh...

Shiraki clenched his fists, using his boxing gloves to hold his helmet and protective gear, and handed it back to the staff on the sidelines.
Seeing this, Rito wiped his mouth with his arm and said, "Heh, what a charade."

He slammed his fists together to indicate that he was ready.

"..."

"So, let's start with the first 'boxing match'—"

Katahara Shoko raised her right hand.

"Height 187cm, weight 101kg, Shiraki Cheng!"

"VS!"

"Height 188cm, weight 102kg, Rito!"

"Fight!!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Rito imitated the boxing matches he had watched and adopted a similar boxing stance.

Meanwhile, Shiraki Sei, while adjusting his boxing gloves, pondered the similar physical attributes of the two. Ultimately, he drew a conclusion—

"Sure enough, this is so unfair."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Rito blinked. "Ha, I know. Facing an opponent like me—who's incredibly sturdy—is unfair to someone of your weight class, isn't it?"

Bai Mucheng did not answer, but instead dangled his arms and hopped back and forth.

At that moment, facing Rito's immature boxing stance, Shiraki Cheng could instantly come up with six different fighting methods.

Two... no, three of them are enough to knock out the opponent directly.

Use Long's right fist to the abdomen;
He broke his ribs with Guile's powerful punch;

Or, smash Luke's hook right in the face.

Any of the three segments—lower, middle, and upper—can be a breakthrough point.

That being the case...

Bai Mucheng had made up his mind and was already eager to see the fist of the [God of War]—or perhaps the King of the Sea.

But the moment he took a step forward, perhaps because he had thought about too many tactics, his mind suddenly went wild.

For a moment, everything around seemed to stand still.

Countless ink lines surge and churn.

These dark strokes outlined a massive, imposing figure, over 225cm tall, resembling a "high wall," striding out from one side.
He passed by Bai Mucheng and headed towards the [Battle God] in the arena.

Bai Mucheng didn't understand what he meant, and his eyes darted around to look.

In an instant, a ferocious and rampant fighting spirit, like several fierce tigers, surged from the direction of the [Battle God] and the "phantom".

Shocked by this, Bai Mucheng's pupils trembled violently, and a few drops of blood involuntarily flowed from his nose.

Whether it's Gaolang or the phantom—what they convey is not only fighting spirit, but also killing intent!
"..."

A heavy whisper echoed in Shiraki Cheng's mind.

Have you ever wondered what lies at the end of the path of pursuing power?
The path to power is long and arduous.
If you stray from the right path, the power of the underworld will surely seize the opportunity to devour you completely.
If you are truly enlightened, I will show you even a small part of it!
{…}
Roar! ! !
The roars of ferocious beasts echoed in Bai Mucheng's mind.

A golden, striped tiger pounced forward, roaring as it opened its blood-red maw.

A few drops of cold sweat trickled down Bai Mucheng's forehead. He stomped his feet, threw a punch forward, and smashed down with all his might.

"Drink!"

……

boom! ! !
When he came to his senses again, Shiramu Cheng's actions had changed.

He strode forward in a bow shape, bent down and slammed his right fist down, knocking Rito down face to face, the entire glove pressing down on Rito's face.

Rito's face was covered in blood, and his limbs trembled a few times as if he wanted to struggle, but he eventually fainted.

"The outcome...the battle is over!"

Katahara Sayaka quickly pulled Shiraki up and shouted, "The winner—Shiraki Jun!"

"..."

……

One hit KO!

The clean and decisive punch drew cheers from the audience.

King Larma XIII clapped his hands repeatedly and laughed, "For Rihito, gauntlets are shackles that seal his special skills; but for Shiraki Cheng, they are a combat situation he can adapt to."

"This is the fundamental difference in the accumulation of knowledge and experience."

"Shiraki Sei's mastery of numerous fighting techniques allows him to easily adapt to the 'unfamiliar' boxing ring!"

"That's why I said this boxing match was so unfair to the people."

"..."

Lalma turned her head and found that Yusa, who should have been cheering, was looking worried. "Hmm? What's wrong?"

"Something's not right with my brother."

Arisa confessed, "I can't quite put my finger on it, but something just feels off. It's like he's not quite understanding something and is having a disagreement with himself."

Just as Lalma was about to offer some comfort, she noticed Yusa's furrowed brows relax, and she became even more puzzled, "What's wrong with you now...?"

"It's okay, I've figured it out anyway."

Yusa sipped her cola, taking several large gulps with great gusto. "I've always been very lucky, so I think my brother's question will definitely be answered. I don't need to worry about him."

Lalma: "..."

Lamar: "Haha!"

He was growing to admire the girl more and more, but he decided to avoid playing mahjong with her.

……

……

On the other side of the stage.

Retsukai watched intently as Bai Mucheng threw that punch.

He discovered even more detailed "secrets".

The fighter named Shiraki Sei had learned so many different fighting styles that it was impossible to describe them as "multiple".

It's not about making up for a weakness or filling in gaps in knowledge; it's about practicing solely to "learn" something.

Just look at that punch; it clearly demonstrates a lot of different styles!

Lie Haiwang narrowed his eyes and muttered, "This kind of cultivation path..."

"..."

On the other side, there's Retsu Kaioh's opponent—the mysterious hooded man.

He watched Bai Mucheng's actions and couldn't help but laugh out loud, silently sighing in his heart:

awesome!
Whether it's the long-term format of the street fighting tournament or the emergence of such strong players, they are all excellent factors in my victory!
Continue to display, and then nourish my "flesh and blood"!

(End of this chapter)