Tokyo Wrestler

"I was heartbroken and wished I could cut myself open and go with him on the spot... but I knew I couldn't die."

"Because you, the culprit who caused all of this, are still alive in this world."

Ice Hand Durex glared angrily, his thick fingers pointing directly at Sett, his face contorted with rage as he said:

"And I will tear you to pieces to appease Okazawa's spirit in heaven!"

And then, after Du Laisi finished speaking, many audience members shouted in unison:

"Kill him, take revenge!"

"Kill him, take revenge!"

"Kill him..."

Do they really need to hire online trolls for a low-budget boxing match? And their slogans sound so forced… Sett and the other hosts moved the microphones closer to them, and with a cold snort, said:

"Then I'll take you to the group meeting!"

Seeing Sett's unmoved expression, Ice Hand Durex's lips twitched involuntarily. He knew very well that his psychological tactics had failed, and the mind of this middle school student was not as naive as he had thought.

So he simply changed tactics, his expression shifting quite smoothly, from a grief-stricken look to a smirking, defiant sneer:

"Is this what they mean by having the hardest mouth on the whole body?"

"Someone as skinny as you calls himself a 'wristmaster'? You're more like a skinny monkey! Wait till I break your wrists, crack open your skull, and see if what's wriggling inside is a monkey's brain!"

Is that all you guys are thinking about?

Sett, who is currently just a "slightly sharp-edged dog," remains unmoved and instead comes up with an interesting counterattack in his mind.

Seeing Sett's lips curl into a smile, as if he had something to say, the host quickly moved the microphone back in front of Sett.

Sett began to speak:

"Speaking of names, I've always been quite puzzled. You just said that Okazawa is your cousin, and your name is Du Laisi. Tsk tsk, what two strange names. If you ask me, your ice boxing club should stop calling itself ice boxing and change its name."

"I've already thought of a name for you guys, how about 'Ice Feeling Club'?"

"Pfft, hahaha..." The audience burst into laughter, the men instantly understanding, and even the host with the pompadour hairstyle almost couldn't help but laugh.

Ice skater Du Laisi glared at the host, who immediately forced himself to hold it in, his face turning red, almost like a mask of pain.

Seeing his expression, Sett pressed his advantage, feigning ignorance as he asked:

"Why that expression? Are you not satisfied with the 'ice sensation'? You could call it 'fire sensation' too. If all else fails, how about the Ice and Fire Club? Add some jelly? That would be even more wonderful."

Du Laisi, the founder of the ice boxing club, couldn't stand being mocked about the name, and his expression twisted with anger.

He didn't even wait for the microphone, and said angrily:

"You foul-mouthed brat, shut up your strength, or you'll be crying later!!"

After speaking, he glared at the slightly overweight referee who had been standing to the side the whole time, and snapped, "Aren't you going to start yet?!"

The slightly overweight referee seemed used to being scolded. He nodded, silently adjusted his protective gear, took two steps forward, and stood between Sett and the ice hand Durex.

They're truly brothers; if the referee followed the two of you, he'd get yelled at dozens of times a day... Sett also stepped back, creating some distance between them.

The host quickly stepped out of the octagonal cage with the microphone in hand.

Two clicking sounds.

Both exits of the boxing cage were locked.

The audience, who had been laughing because of the trash talk, got excited again, waving their paper tickets and cheering enthusiastically for "Wrist" and "Ice Hand".

The first underground boxing match of the night at the Nerima Ward underground boxing ring is finally about to take place!!

After receiving a nod of approval from the off-field timekeeper, the slightly overweight referee waved the start bell and shouted, "Start!"

Ice hand Du Laisi made the first move, but he did not attack recklessly like Okazawa. He began to use his boxing footwork, leaping lightly and deceptively, making it impossible to discern his attacking intentions.

At the same time, he hunched his shoulders, lowered his head, and placed his left fist in front of him, his gaze fixed firmly on Sett.

He was clearly a very experienced boxer; his emotions did not affect him, and he remained quite cautious, demonstrating solid and standard fundamentals.

He's a tough opponent... Sett concluded at a glance.

As the butler, Taro Ishimura, said, Sett, who had only been training in boxing for half a year, was obviously no match for Duras, a veteran who had been boxing for countless years, in terms of footwork.

therefore.

Since footwork is no good, then... let's just go all out!

Sett's advantage has never been footwork or technique.

With his data activated, Sett sprinted forward, instantly closing the distance, followed by a ferocious punch.

*Whoosh*

The force of the punches was even amplified into a sound that echoed throughout the octagon.

However, the experienced Duras could deduce Sett's series of movements from the moment Sett's right foot slammed against the ground.

His footwork suddenly accelerated, blooming like a flamboyant butterfly.

At the same time, his movement speed in the small space increased many times over, and before Sett's fist could even touch Durex, he had already created distance.

Sett's fist missed!

Due to inertia, Sett missed his punch, and in that fleeting moment, he would become an undefendable and unresponsive wooden stake!

The experienced Du Laisi naturally wouldn't let this opportunity slip by.

He seized the fleeting opportunity, deftly switching from the mesmerizing butterfly step to a left slide step, and delivered a punch as if seizing the opening.

boom.

The fist slammed into Sett's chest.

The force was considerable, causing Sett's lungs to ache, and countless capillaries and alveoli in his lungs ruptured.

[Health Points -11]

but! !

Sett's eyes suddenly lit up!

This is the opportunity he's been waiting for. His attack will have weaknesses, and so will Du Laisi's attack!

Passive approach, but a forceful and decisive action is employed!

Sett's right fist suddenly retracted at a speed that defied physiological response, and then, even faster than the naked eye could catch, it struck directly at Durex.

The whooshing sound of wind breaking through the air was even more ear-piercing, containing extremely strong destructive power.

But the attack... still missed!

How could this be? Disbelief flashed across Sett's face.

After delivering his attack, Duras quickly dodged to the left, seemingly anticipating Sett's move and perfectly avoiding it—clearly, he was constantly on guard against Sett's right punch.

He then quickly stepped back to create distance.

Looking at Sett, whose brows were furrowed in confusion, he said disdainfully, "What, you can't understand this?"

"I thought you were something special. Did you think I wouldn't watch the video of your fight with Okazawa last night before I came? I've been in Tokyo for so many years, getting a video like that is easy for me."

"Let me guess, your greatest strength is this superhuman speed in punching, right?"

"It's incredibly fast, a rare sight in the world."

“But…” Du Laisi readjusted his stance, his footwork swift and steady, his eyes suddenly turning fierce, as if flashing with bloodlust, and said:

"If that's all you've got, you're dead today!!"

Chapter 9 Defects

They've been investigated!

Seti thought to himself that he had a premonition of this day coming, but he didn't expect it to come so soon.

As the butler, Taro Ishimura, could point out directly, there was no reason why the ice hand, Du Laisi, wouldn't have noticed.

Footwork is Sett's biggest weakness at the moment.

He possesses the formidable destructive power of Sett's abilities, but as a half-baked boxer who has only trained for six months, he is indeed quite lacking compared to other boxers in other aspects.

After this match, I'll make time to practice my boxing footwork and fighting techniques... Sett thought to himself, then completely focused his mind and became completely absorbed.

Looking at Du Laisi, who was jumping slightly in front of him.

Sett abandoned his reserve and followed suit, slightly hunching his back, rounding his chest, and jumping up and down.

Kosetti's impromptu imitation was utterly clumsy in the eyes of a seasoned ice hockey player like Durais, who immediately mocked it:

"Haha, utterly clumsy. Even the footwork of our ice boxing club apprentices is better than yours."

The audience in the front row seemed to have heard it too, and they all burst into laughter as if watching a show.

Sett didn't pay attention or respond.

Lift your left foot slightly, push off the ground quickly and briefly with your right foot, then sprint forward with your left foot, followed closely by your right foot, maintaining a normal distance between your feet.

He suddenly sprinted forward with his standard "sprint step"!