Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 191 Unfamiliar Boxing

Is this the only way...?
Really……?
At the moment their fists collided, Shiraki Cheng and Retsu Kaioh both had similar questions.

Why choose to clash with the right fist?

Using these thick, brand-new, loose beginner practice gloves, let's punch each other with all our might.

Dodge, sidestep, sway, quick strike...

Similarly, why not choose other moves and instead use a right fist to collide?
Perhaps it's because this best suits both of their interests.

The boxing gloves, propelled by the force of their muscles, collided with a resounding crash, producing a heavy thud.

Boom——! !

It was as if invisible sound waves were spreading, making the eyes of hundreds of spectators around them light up.

It sounds so beautiful, and it's so pretty!

Even though both Shiraki Sei and Retsu Kaioh felt that this move was deliberate, the boxing fans at the scene could still see it clearly.

Clear to the bone...

Because the boxing gloves were torn.

The brand-new leather gauntlets worn by Shiraki Sho and Retsu Kaioh on their right hands cracked during their fierce collision, revealing fluffy filling from the cracks.

……

……

“Beautiful…”

King Larma XIII narrowed his eyes and couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

Even though this member of the Thai royal family had watched "Fighting God" Gaolang's boxing practice countless times, he never imagined that one day he would see such a boxing match.

"And she's so gentle."

Lamar murmured softly, "This boxing ring is really gentle."

Rito, who was standing nearby, overheard this.

Judging from his demeanor, this long-haired man, like the other two elderly men, was a person of high rank and power, and was also the employer of that Gaolang.

But Rito is a carefree and easygoing person, so he doesn't care about these things.

"that……"

Rihime was puzzled by Lamar's words. "You mean you think this exhibition match isn't a real fight, so the boxing ring is safe?"

"Even though their own athlete is a boxing champion, they should be very aware of the dangers of boxing as a combat sport..."

"..."

Lamar smiled slightly upon hearing Rito's words.

"No, I'm not saying that 'boxing' is a gentle fighting style; the key is the 'gloves'."

He swung his fist around.

"Boxing gloves are very common in the training of fighters."

"The strength of top-notch boxers lies in their ability to wield the 'boxing gloves' with ease!"

"By releasing the force and making the gloves heavier, I unleash a liver-bursting punch."

"The same principle applies to the blitz jab..."

Lamar looked toward the sidelines where Gaolang was warming up.

"Boxing was originally fought unarmed, but in order to transform it into a 'safe' and 'healthy' sport, Queensbury proposed in 1865 that gloves be used."

"About one hundred and fifty years have passed now—"

"After years of hard work, countless boxers have finally successfully weaponized the 'boxing gloves'!"

"From this perspective, it is not an exaggeration to call boxing gloves a weapon for actual combat."

He then looked towards the arena.

"But neither Retsu Kaioh nor Shiraki Cheng are true boxers. They haven't fully utilized the 'gloves'; they only use them as 'safety gear'."

"Speaking of which, as the world's most famous competitive sport, especially in the 'non-professional' field, boxing's injury rate is not high compared to other sports."

"That's why I said that this boxing ring is quite 'gentle' for them."

Lalma lightly tapped his fists together, gesturing to Rito.

"If it were a bare-knuckle fist clash like that, Retsukai-oh and Shiraki-sei's right fists would probably be 'fused together' by now, right?"

"Haha, but then again, if they really didn't have boxing gloves, those two would definitely have chosen a different fighting style, they wouldn't have played like this..."

"They must be very happy now, right?"

"..."

……

As Lamar said.

Retsukai and Shiraki's right fists collided, causing the outer skin of the gauntlets to crack and the fluffy filling to scatter everywhere.

Just as Katahara Sayaka, who was in charge of hosting, was about to pause the match, she saw Retsu Kaioh and Shiraki Sho open their mouths simultaneously and shout in unison, "Stand back!"

Swish!
Before Sheath could react, Shiramu Cheng and Retsu Haiwang stood still and began to punch each other repeatedly.

Bang bang bang!

The right hand held a damaged boxing glove, while the left hand held an intact one. The four gloves collided repeatedly, exchanging blows dozens of times in just a few breaths.

"Okay... so fast!"

At that moment, She Xiang on the stage was stunned.

She knew very well that Shiraki Cheng and Retsu Haiwang were just exchanging the most basic punches.

Even so—even with the "boxing gloves" as a trajectory reference, it is still difficult to see the two men's arm movements clearly.

……

……

The audience stared wide-eyed, their experience mirroring that of the audience in the incense.

Almost invisible!
To the average person, it's almost impossible to see their fighting movements!
Bang! Bang! Crack!
As the fight continued, the already cracked boxing gloves on their right hands became even more damaged with each collision.

Pieces of genuine leather and stuffing flew around, scattering like snowflakes on the ring.

"...?"

Is this even considered boxing?
If you don't delve into the details of the rules, it still counts.

Therefore, the audience at the scene can assume that, for the sake of this 'boxing ring,' the fight taking place at this moment is an unfamiliar boxing match.

Even laymen should know that although boxing is a sport of "punching", "footwork" is absolutely crucial.

At this moment, Shiraki Sei and Retsu Kaioh are evenly matched in their fistfight.

If the two of them add pace, the battle situation will change in an instant!
Swish!
Bai Mucheng was the first to move his feet.

However, this was not his own will, but rather he was suppressed by Retsu Kaioh's fist. If he continued to fight, his defenses would be breached, so he had no choice but to do so.

despair!
Bai Mucheng stomped his left foot on the ground, slid to the right, and then followed up with a powerful left punch.

Retsukai's eyes darted around, having already seen through Shiraki's footwork. Suddenly, he leaped off the ground, dodging Shiraki's mid-section punch with a jump.

Bai Mucheng quickly retracted his hand and changed his move, pushing off the ground with his right foot and explosively striking with his leg muscles like a spring, delivering a swift upward hook.

"Stop!"

【Rising Dragon Fist】!
Retsukai-oh pressed down with both fists to block Shiraki-sei's hook punch, used the force to spin his body in mid-air, and finally landed steadily.

"what!"

The instant they landed, Shiraki Cheng and Retsu Kaioh simultaneously threw out their left fists, their gauntlets striking each other.
boom!
Retsukai took a half step back.

Shiramu Chengze fell flat on his back and slid two or three meters across the ring, feeling a swelling sensation in his chest.

"..."

Bai Mucheng gritted his teeth and stood up, somewhat surprised to see that Lie Haiwang remained standing still.

“A powerful punch, but not nearly enough—especially with gloves on.”

Retsu Kaioh stretched his arms.

"Similar to a long-distance runner's 'second breath'."

"When the body is struck and exceeds a certain limit, pain can turn into ecstasy."

"At this moment, the body will gain powerful endurance sufficient to instantly offset the 'existing burden'!"

Retsu Kaioh rearranged his stance.

"This has been confirmed by modern medicine in recent years."

"In the underground arena, there are also powerful fighters who can actively control the secretion of anesthetic drugs in their brains!"

"In martial arts, this state is called 'restoration,' and our training goal since ancient times has been to keep the body in a state of restoration at all times!"

"..."

Bai Mucheng coughed a few times, the residual force of the punch from before still lingering, causing him to tremble uncontrollably from the pain.

But as his eyes began to tremble, the trembling in his body gradually stopped.

All engines are running!

A strong sense of personal consciousness within the brain sends signals that drive the body, with authority exceeding that of the "trembling instinct," causing Shiraki Cheng's condition to gradually recover.

He pressed his left fist down and raised his right fist slightly, almost level with his eyes.

Hmm, it seems fine!
Bai Mucheng slowly glided forward, entering the "air control circle" of Lie Haiwang. His trembling pupils were bloodshot, yet they revealed a sense of joy.

How will Retsu Kaioh attack? How should I defend against it? How should I counterattack? And how will the opponent defend?
Countless curiosities arose in my mind, like bubbles, and it was even more interesting to pop them.

"Great, fantastic!"

Bai Mucheng and Lie Haiwang exchanged a smile.

"How wonderful it is to play a few rounds of 'rock-paper-scissors' with good friends!"

(End of this chapter)