Super Fighting Tokyo.

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.

This is no small matter!

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."

Chapter 194 The Unbearable Warriors

"Different 'paths'?"

Bai Mucheng tilted his head and asked in a low voice, "Is it because the paths of cultivation are different?"

"Not entirely. Besides differences in personal thinking, it's more about the 'techniques and directions' themselves."

Gaolang raised his eyebrows, still with that dead fish-like look, "Speaking of Thai martial arts, you can't avoid 'Muay Thai,' and I have indeed studied it extensively."

“But my goal is not the pinnacle of Muay Thai.”

Gaolang explained in a low voice: "In traditional Muay Thai, boxing is of very low importance because it hardly scores any points in Muay Thai matches."

"In addition, because the Thai clinch is very well developed, it is considered to be disadvantageous for boxing-based stances."

"Therefore, Muay Thai emphasizes elbow strikes, knee kicks, and spinning kicks, and very few fighters use boxing."

Gaolang slowly clenched his fist.

“When I was five years old, I was discovered and trained by His Majesty’s father, King Lalma XII, and have been practicing Muay Thai for the past twenty years.”

"Without realizing it, people started calling me 'the strongest Muay Thai fighter in history'."

"However, I noticed a problem—"

"The rules of Muay Thai disregard boxing."

"If it's Muay Thai competition, then this is fine, but what if it's a no-rules sparring match?"

"I cannot allow myself to fail."

"So, in order to overcome this weakness, I started to switch to boxing and tried to combine the techniques of the two 'striking fighting techniques'."

"—Did you understand, Shiraki?"

Gaolang lowered his fist and took a deep breath.

"What I focus on training is 'striking techniques,' not 'boxing' or 'Muay Thai' techniques themselves. This is my personal choice, and it is the fighting style that I believe is most suitable for me."

"Perhaps there are indeed Muay Thai masters who can overcome their weaknesses in boxing within the 'Muay Thai realm' and achieve a level of strength different from mine—that's the kind of person you want to see."

"Therefore, as someone who is more skilled in striking techniques, I cannot offer you any insights into the field of Muay Thai."

"..."

Bai Mucheng understood upon hearing this.

He continued to sit cross-legged, observing the martial arts movements of the Sea King while stroking his chin in deep thought, feeling the surging ink around him.

Subtly, the absolute "Emperor of Muay Thai" was emanating an indescribable and intense fighting spirit.

He was also curious about what exactly Shiramu Cheng's "enlightenment" was.

……

……

After Liehaiwang left the arena, it was Baimu Cheng's turn to demonstrate martial arts. His sparring partner was Motang Hou, and the two exchanged several moves.

It was around noon.

After a break from martial arts training, the disciples dispersed to have lunch. Today's "special guest coach" and guests were personally entertained by Katsumi Uchi and provided with a rest room.

The afternoon was mainly for free exercise, and interested disciples could exchange ideas on their own, so time flew by.

Time flies, and it's already evening.

The disciples dispersed, each one satisfied and having gained much.

There are also bathrooms inside the Shinshin Church.

After everyone rinsed off, they felt refreshed, and Yuji Katsumi also prepared tea and snacks.

The group chose a spacious room and sat on the floor, chatting happily. Lalma, as usual, sat in the corner, leisurely reminiscing about what he had seen and heard that day.

"..."

With nothing else to do, Shiraki picked up a hanging punching bag on the sidelines and, referencing the arcs created by the surrounding ink wash paintings, began practicing beginner-level Muay Thai movements.