Tokyo Wrestler

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When Sett walked into the octagon amidst unprecedented cheers.

They also saw their current rivals.

A young monk with a youthful face, whose fuzzy hairs were clearly visible under the enhanced vision gained after Ser's upgrade, was indeed very young; if he were to attend school, he would be at most a junior high school student.

Suddenly, the young monk Shimizu Shirafu bowed to Seti, chanting, "Amitabha."

Hey, no wonder he's a monk, even fighting in underground boxing matches he's so polite... Sett returned the greeting with a clasped fist salute.

Wait for the two to take their positions.

The audience's shouts ceased simultaneously, and the host, understanding the situation, first placed the microphone in front of the "little monk's" mouth and said:

"Is there anything you'd like to say to your opponent?"

Upon hearing this, Shimizu Shirafu glanced at Seti, bowed his head, clasped his hands together, and uttered another phrase: "Amitabha."

“Whoosh”

The audience, who were expecting heated trash talk, started booing.

Seeing the atmosphere turn awkward, the host quickly and anxiously whispered a reminder: "Don't talk nonsense..."

"Trash talk? This humble monk doesn't understand." Shimizu Hakufu asked in confusion.

"You don't even understand trash talk? Were you just released from a remote mountain village...?" Fortunately, the host quickly pulled away the microphone, preventing Shimizu Shirao's question from being broadcast. The host then whispered a reminder:

"Just saying a couple of harsh words to lighten the mood."

“I apologize, benefactor, but a monk does not speak falsehoods.” Shimizu Hakufu’s reply nearly made the host vomit blood.

As the atmosphere grew increasingly tense, the audience's boos grew louder and louder.

In all his years as a host, he has never encountered anything like this before. If things continue to cool down, it would be a huge dereliction of duty on his part!

So he immediately grabbed the microphone and eagerly placed it in front of Sett's mouth, as if grasping at a lifeline.

His eyes were wide open like saucers, all screaming "Help! Help!"

Sett, who had watched the whole thing, thought for a moment, then smiled and said:

"I think I don't need to use trash talk to prove myself in my matches anymore, right?"

The boos stopped abruptly as soon as he uttered those relaxed and confident words.

"Yeah, I'm not here to listen to trash talk, I want to watch a boxing match!"

"Everyone stand up! Shout with me, Sett is awesome!!"

"..."

Sett's fans quickly and spontaneously reignited the atmosphere.

The audience quickly forgot about the trash talk incident and eagerly awaited the boxing match.

The mere words had such a powerful effect... The pompadour host breathed a sigh of relief, looked gratefully at Sett, and listened to the cheers of the surrounding audience. For the first time, he felt as if he were in a dream.

Just a week ago, Sett was nothing more than a fledgling high school student whom nobody respected.

He was met with boos when he appeared on stage.

But now, he can stir up the emotions of the entire audience with just a single sentence, making him a truly influential underground boxing champion.

Such a huge change in such a short time must have felt like a dream to him, as a witness to it.

"Let's begin," Sett said, turning to the slightly overweight referee beside him.

Upon seeing this, the host put away his fantasy and quickly stepped down from the octagonal cage.

The slightly overweight referee was taken aback.

He didn't get scolded today!?

I feel a little out of place... The slightly chubby referee quickly stepped forward, stood between Sett and Shimizu Shirafumi, and raised the "start bell".

After both exits of the octagonal cage were locked with a click.

The bell rang, and the boxing match began!

Sett took the lead in using data analysis, assuming a basic boxing stance, and did not underestimate his opponent just because he was a young monk.

The scene of Okazawa being killed by the inexperienced young man with four punches due to underestimating his opponent is still vivid in my mind!

But the young monk Shimizu Shirafu was not like that.

Although he spoke with humility, he did not use Buddhist martial arts when facing Seti, but instead nodded slightly and put his hands together.

She even closed her eyes.

Arrogance was evident in every action!

Let me see just how much you're worth... Sett's light leaping footwork suddenly changed!

With a slight lift of his left foot and a slam of his right foot on the ground, Sett's entire body suddenly shot forward, using a standard sprint step to close the distance with the little monk.

Oh no! I just leveled up, and my strength increased too much; I accidentally overextended myself!

Just as Sett was about to forcefully stop his sprint, he found that the little monk had not seized his weakness and was still standing in place with his hands clasped together.

In a short span of time, Sett regained his footwork thanks to days of hard training.

*Whoosh*

The left jab, much faster than before, was thrown out like lightning.

The little monk remained motionless.

boom! !

Sett's left jab landed squarely on the little monk's chest.

it's over!

After the upgrade, Sett's left jab without any skill-based damage buffs could easily break ribs. He specifically chose the right chest so as not to kill the little monk instantly, but to render him unable to move.

When Sett pulled his fist back.

But then I suddenly discovered!

The little monk's chest remained completely unchanged, without even a trace of a beating!

"How is this possible?" Sett exclaimed in surprise, instinctively taking two steps back.

He quickly realized what was happening.

Another "superpowered person"!

Sett was already worried about not being able to find these guys, so he wasn't in a hurry to attack again. Instead, he asked in a low voice, "Psionicists?"

The young monk, Shimizu Shirafu, opened his eyes, a hint of surprise on his face, and honestly said:

"You actually know about these parasites? This humble monk is not a superhuman, but merely an ordinary practitioner on the path of a Buddhist Zen master."

"Cultivator... another new term has popped up..." Sett thought.

"Then why did you end up fighting in underground boxing matches?" Sett continued to ask, trying to extract more information.

But the young monk, Shimizu Shirafu, shook his head slightly and said:

"I cannot tell you, please forgive me."

Before Sett could speak, Shimizu Shirafumi continued:

“I observe that you are a kind and benevolent person who enjoys giving and doing good deeds. You originally intended to subdue the enemy without a fight by using the golden statue at the Dharma assembly.”

"But since you know of my extraordinary abilities, I will no longer hold back."

"Please be careful, benefactor!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the little monk's feet quickly rose up, and he suddenly rushed towards Seti.

Wow, so fast! If it weren't for the enhanced dynamic vision brought about by Ser's upgrade, he might not have been able to see the little monk's movements clearly.

Sett regained his boxing stance and reflexively slid to the right to dodge.

can.

The little monk turned his toes and nimbly twisted his body, simultaneously delivering a backhand elbow strike aimed directly at Sett!

At the critical moment, Sett immediately raised his left arm to block.

Elbows and arms collide.

The young monk's powerful force struck, but Sett managed to block it by pushing off the ground with his right foot.

But the little monk's attack was not stopped!

As the elbow strike landed, he twisted his body smoothly, his right hand effortlessly gripping Sett's left wrist, which he was using to block, and then...

Click!

With a forceful twist, Sett's forearm was dislocated and deformed!

It exceeded the limits of the elbow joint and rotated outward by more than 90 degrees.

The excruciating pain of his joints being forcibly twisted suddenly struck Sett, who gritted his teeth and endured it. Seizing the gap in the little monk's attack, he pushed off the ground with his right foot again, activating his passive ability.