Super Fighting Tokyo.

Upon hearing this, Bai Mucheng suddenly grinned, "Really? Even the master of all fist techniques—Lie Haiwang—doesn't know!"

Retsukai frowned, somewhat puzzled.

But suddenly, he noticed a change in Bai Mucheng's state.

Bai Mucheng began to breathe heavily, his body trembled involuntarily, and even a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Huh...huh..."

He took a few deep breaths, looked up at Retsukai, and couldn't stop rubbing his body with his boxing gloves, appearing extremely excited.

"Mr. Lie, I understand everything you're saying."

"You want me to do something as dreamlike as spending my whole life pursuing it, so I'm very grateful to you."

"And in your view, my learning of a large number of fighting techniques is a lack of confidence in and respect for these fighting techniques themselves, which is the 'correct' thing for you."

"—But is being 'correct' even useful?"

"...I couldn't help it."

The more Bai Mucheng thought about it, the happier he became. "I can't help it, I just can't resist this kind of thing..."

"You can experience new moves and new opponents, learn to your heart's content, train to your heart's content, and fight to your heart's content!"

"I don't know where the end is, I don't know if I can succeed!"

"But it doesn't matter!"

"Go explore, go excited, go confused, or even like now—be scolded and questioned by you."

"Even my current confusion—something that should be disliked—can make me incredibly happy. This passion for 'traveling' makes me feel alive!"

Shiraki Shō clinked his two boxing gloves together.

"As long as I am still on my journey, still exploring the answer to 'what is strength,' I will be overjoyed and unable to stop."

"Can you understand, Retsu Kaioh?!"

"..."

Upon hearing Shiramu Cheng's reply, Retsu Kaioh's eyes widened slightly before returning to normal, and he resumed his boxing stance.

He could say nothing more, but his mind was filled with many thoughts.

Perhaps I should apologize to you, Shiraki.

I originally thought you were just an arrogant person who was "very lucky" and had received some excellent opportunities and guidance, so you thought you were on an invincible path and had no respect for those skills.

But now, I understand.

For you, the destination at the end of the road is merely decoration; only the actions and passion along the way are what you desire—proof of your own existence.

This is also a path!

"..."

Lie Haiwang couldn't comment on someone like Bai Mucheng.

Unlike Baki Hanma, who wanted to surpass his father, or Doppo Guji, who devoted himself entirely to karate, or Yujiro Hanma...

But it truly "exists"!

What may seem like a third-rate approach is actually a masterpiece, brimming with passion!

Therefore, he made the decision quietly.

After this boxing match, I'll find some time to apologize to Shiraki Sei.

After all, it was only she who was trying to figure out what Bai Mucheng was thinking, and she even said she would teach him. But she herself was still immature and couldn't even answer Bai Mucheng's questions.

This point needs to be noted and applied in the future.

"..."

Retsu Kaioh could indeed see the brilliance of a fighter in Shiraki, and therefore felt ashamed of his previous arbitrary assessment.

So be it.

Having stripped away any preaching—today, let's just enjoy this boxing match to the fullest!

"..."

Shiraki Cheng and Retsu Haiwang's eyes met, and their figures suddenly flashed as they each threw out their right fists, their heavy gauntlets colliding with a loud crash.

Boom——! !

Chapter 190 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?"

"..."

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