Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 194 Military Training
Finally, encouraged by Rito, everyone went to eat barbecue.

As a result, the famous barbecue restaurant "Huangniuwan" welcomed a large number of even more "famous" heavyweight customers—

Tokugawa Mitsunari, Katahara Metsudo, and Lamar XIII!
Besides these three, there were also Gaolang, Retsu Kaioh, Shiraki Sei, Rito, Arisa, Wu Fengshui, Katahara Sayaka, and many guards.

As for No-Face, Chiba Takayuki...

He was still unconscious, so he was taken to the hospital.

……

……

To avoid further trouble, everyone put on a little disguise and booked two large private rooms to enjoy this relaxing time.

Although the trip was abrupt, the restaurant recommended by the person in charge was indeed good, even offering "delicate cuisine" suitable for the elderly.

"...It tastes good!"

Lalma thoroughly enjoyed her meal, praising the restaurant repeatedly, "Does this restaurant plan to open branches overseas? I would love to hear that and will give it my full support!"

As she spoke, Lalma suddenly noticed that Gaolang beside her seemed rather sullen.

Strange, logically speaking, at this time, Gaolang should be concerned about what Yu is eating...

Lalma tilted his head and looked at her with a troubled expression. Gaolang suddenly realized what was going on.

"I apologize, Your Majesty, for my rudeness."

Gaolang reached out to help Lamar grill the meat, and upon seeing this, Lamar immediately resumed her usual smile.

How could he not see through Gaolang's thoughts?
For Lalma, Gaolang was far more than just a "guard"; he was his most trusted and loyal subject, and even a brother to him.

For the "good-for-nothing younger brother," Lamar needs an "older brother."

If the elder brother wants to improve, how can the younger brother possibly obstruct him?

That's why Larma accepted the invitation from Eight Heads Trading and brought Gaolang to participate in the "Kengan Street Championship".

It remains to be seen how far Gaolang will ultimately "fight" in this major competition, which is surrounded by formidable opponents.
You absolutely must "come back"...

"..."

"I will continue to improve."

Gaolang served Lamar some roasted meat, seemingly just chatting casually, but he actually knew what the other was thinking and worried about.

"Whatever the case, I will gain experience in this competition and strive for higher goals—this is for Your Majesty, and also my own personal opinion."

"……Yeah?"

Lamar paused for a moment, then couldn't help but laugh, "To use Arisa's words—that's right, fantastic."

……

……

Time flies and two days have passed.

Shinshin Kaikan Headquarters.

It was another morning practice time, but today was a little special. The disciples did not rush to practice, but instead sat on both sides of the practice area.

At the very front of the group of disciples were "three" men who were not wearing Taoist robes.

Shiraki Sho, Retsu Kaioh, Gaolang—

Three masters, invited by the current director of the Shenxin Society, "Yuji Katsumi," have come to serve as special instructors for today's martial arts lecture.

Retsu Kaioh was pre-arranged and would occasionally come to the Divine Heart Association to serve as an advisor.

During their conversation, Retsukai-oh happened to mention that he was going to visit the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Academy soon, so Katsumi Yoji called Shiraki-sensei to come along.

Just as Shiraki received the invitation, Lamar XIII happened to call Arisa to inquire about interesting places in Tokyo.

Arisa: "..."

Yusa: "Does painting outside the wall count? There's a huge painting of a bald man fighting a tiger outside the Shinshin Hall."

Lalma was overjoyed: "I'll go and make the contact right away."

After some back and forth, a three-person team was formed and they were all sent to the headquarters of the Shinshin Association.

The person who brought them here was, of course, King Larma XIII.

The "King of Thailand" was in high spirits. After inquiring about the rules and etiquette of the karate dojo, he sat quietly on the sidelines with four or five guards, silently enjoying today's martial arts demonstration.

"..."

All the disciples of the Divine Heart Society, including Mo Tanghou, Bai Mucheng, and Lie Haiwang, unconsciously glanced in the direction of Laerma.

"Ah, sorry to bother you, but don't worry about me."

Lalma nodded his thanks. "I'm just here to observe today. Although there is a branch of the Divine Heart Society in Thailand, the atmosphere at the 'headquarters' is definitely more interesting."

"..."

Actually, that's not the issue.

—The disciples silently recited this in their hearts.

It's not a problem if there are bystanders watching this kind of thing, as long as the teachers' college allows it. The key issue is that this "Lalma XIII" is just too conspicuous.

Not only did they change into traditional Thai clothing—a plain-colored robe similar to a long skirt—the accompanying guards also laid some flower petals on the floor.

Although they promised to clean it up afterwards and even provide free floor maintenance, it was still very eye-catching.

"..."

Mo Tanghou paused, then said in a hoarse voice, "Are these people really alright?" "What do you mean 'these people'?"

Upon hearing this, Gaolang was slightly displeased. "Your Majesty has already wronged yourself enough, after all, there's no way to ride an 'elephant' in this dojo."

Bai Mucheng patted Mo Tanghou on the shoulder with a smile, "I've already spoken to Brother Du Bu and told him that this is an international relations issue, so he agreed!"

The end of the hall is thick and unclear.

"..."

This strange atmosphere only lasted until the military drills began.

—Because Gaolang walked onto the field and stood opposite Guji Katsumi.

Those present were mostly elite disciples of the Divine Heart Society, so when Gaolang adopted a boxing stance, everyone could immediately see the clues.

It’s a big deal!

This "boxer" is no ordinary person!
You could even say that you have to hold your breath to watch this training exercise; you can't miss even a single breath!
"Before God! Salute!"

"Both of us!! Bow to each other!!"

With two loud shouts from the last hall, Gaolang and Yudi Keji both got into position.

"Ready—Go!!!"

Gaolang still uses the Philadelphia shell-style boxing stance.

When Yu Di Ke Si stands, he lightly clenches both fists, placing one above the other in front of his body, and stands with his feet turned to the side.

But after a brief probing, Katsumi suddenly changed his move, extending his right palm forward, slowly placing his left fist at his side, and slowly moving forward with his back foot pushing against his front foot.

The next moment——

call out!
Gaolang swung his left fist quickly, as fast as lightning, but it was dodged by Yuji Katsumi after the first strike landed.

despair!
Yuji Katsumi stepped to the right, circled behind Gaolang, and quickly thrust forward with his right fist.

boom!
Gaolang took the punch with his deltoid muscles while twisting his waist and throwing a powerful right hook.

Katsumi tried to press down with his palm, but he didn't expect the punch to be so powerful that it lifted his palm and was about to smash into his chin.

In an instant, Katsumi Goji used his arm to propel himself up, using Gaolang's hook as a springboard, and leaped upwards, flipping over in mid-air.

"Oh!!"

The disciples were astonished.

But in the next instant, Gaolang's pursuit arrived, and he unleashed a powerful right straight punch, striking the forearm that Katsumi had raised.

Katsumi Guji was thrown into the air and crashed into the dojo wall not far away.

But Katsumi Guji, the ultimate weapon of karate, suddenly flipped over and turned to the side at the very moment he was about to collide with the wall, and with a "whoosh" he sprang out.

He adjusted his posture again in mid-air and aimed a punch at Gaolang's face.

"Stop!!"

Gaolang met the punch with a swing of his fist, deflecting Yuji Katsumi's straight punch.

Yuji finally had a chance to land, and immediately raised his leg and swept it horizontally, hitting Gaoran's upper arm. He then used the momentum to push off the ground and jumped, sweeping his leg again from another direction.

Swish!
Gaolang crouched to dodge, but Yuji Katsumi found an opening and launched a swift low punch.

"Stop!"

Seeing this, Gaolang lowered his body even further, almost falling to the ground with only one lower leg on the ground, and threw a punch at Katsumi's ankle from a side-lying angle.

Its core muscles are like springs!
boom!
Katsumi lost his balance and almost fell, but luckily his other foot landed in time, allowing him to jump and turn around, widening the distance between him and Gaolang again.

when!
As the bell rang, the disciples finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Three minutes are up..."

Katsumi then raised his leg and rubbed his ankle, which had been hit. "I thought I would see Muay Thai, but I didn't expect that even boxing would be so difficult to break through."

"It was just a practice demonstration, not even a competition."

Gaolang stretched his neck. "Besides, for me, boxing and Muay Thai are not simply a matter of 'first come, first served' or 'stronger'; they are just different ways of striking."

Katsumi smiled and shook hands with Gaolang, "Well said, thank you for coming to help today."

"..."

Gaolang returned to his seat, and Retsukai was invited to the stage to practice with another disciple of the Divine Heart Society.

Meanwhile, Shiraki approached Gaolang and suggested, "After the martial arts demonstration, how about we have a spar? You can use Muay Thai."

Gaolang turned to look at Shiramu Cheng, "Is it a duel? Or practice? Or do you just want to watch Muay Thai?"

"I'd like to watch Muay Thai."

Shiraki Cheng answered frankly, "An older man asked me about my resolve—he's very good at Muay Thai, and I wanted to see what other people's moves felt like, and then find some ideas."

"..."

Gaolang was baffled, but after considering it seriously, he shook his head and said, "I refuse."

Shiraki immediately had an idea, "Hey, shall I have Yusa ask Ralma?"

"Don't trouble Your Majesty!"

Gaolang knew it was a joke, but he was still a little confused, so he explained:
"In my view, our 'paths' are different, so I can't offer you any guidance on how to demonstrate them."

(End of this chapter)