Super Fighting Tokyo.

Thinking of this, Lalma's playful side emerged, and he smiled and suggested to Gaolang behind him, "This is a rare opportunity, and I must thank you for your hospitality. Why don't you keep some souvenirs?"

Gaolang nodded. "Your Majesty is right, and of course I will not refuse."

Lamar thought for a moment, "Signature boxing gloves—how about that?"

Gaolang raised an eyebrow and smiled faintly, "Just what I wanted."

"..."

With a single phone call, Lamar's guards quickly delivered Gaolang's boxing gloves.

Those were two used boxing gloves, but the workmanship was quite exquisite. They were custom-made ones that Gaolang used in Thailand, making them exceptionally precious.

Gaolang signed both gloves and handed them to Shiraki Sei, one of which had the words "God of Fighting" written on it in Thai.

"This is a gift from His Majesty to the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Academy."

Then, Gaolang gave out a second boxing glove, which had his real name, "Gaoran Unsavardo," written on it. "This one is a gift from me to a friend. I hope it can help you gain popularity."

"Great, fantastic!"

Shiraki accepted the gift with a smile and planned to have a display case made later to place the two boxing gloves in the hallway.

"..."

On the other side, Doppo, watching this scene, couldn't help but sigh.

"It feels great to be able to collect my favorite decorations!"

He noticed the person beside him.

"Oh, Finger Force Guy, are you also interested in decorations?"

Doppo patted Rito on the shoulder, pointed to the iron plate fist imprint left by Wakatsuki Samurai, and laughed, "With your finger strength, you should be able to cut through an iron plate too, right? Aren't you going to give Shiraki-kun a little souvenir?"

“…Not enough,” Rito murmured softly.

Doppo blinked. "Huh?"

Rito replied helplessly, "Don't joke around. You know perfectly well I'm not qualified. I'm not shameless, old man!"

"Whether it's Dorian or the others, they're all incredibly strong, like monsters."

Rito recalled last night's battle, her body still aching slightly. She couldn't help but sigh, "My prized finger strength talent doesn't seem to amount to much after all..."

Hearing Rito's words, Doppo couldn't help but laugh. He really liked this kid's personality. "So, little brother, what are you planning to do?"

"Is that even a question?"

Li Ren abruptly changed the subject and rushed to Bai Mucheng in a few steps.

"Hey, Shiraki, I have something to tell you!"

Rito clenched his fist. "Remember, I will continue to grow stronger. Although I am not qualified yet, one day I will make you very happy to show off my souvenirs!"

"Great, fantastic!"

Bai Mucheng raised his hand in a gesture, and Li Ren understood. He swung his large hand and collided with Bai Mucheng, producing a loud "smack".

The two made a promise.

After wandering around for a while, Rito finally got excited and hoped to have such a training venue.

So he asked Shiraki for the contract and became a new member of the Fighting Soul Martial Arts Academy.

……

……

After the visit, everyone said goodbye and left.

Li Ren hummed a little tune as she took the tram home, planning to take a nap before heading to work at the moving company where she worked.

Right at his doorstep, Rito encountered an unexpected visitor.

As a fighter, Rihito knew the identity of the newcomer—

The boss of the Nogi Group, "Hideki Nogi", and his super beautiful secretary, "Kaede Akiyama".

"Reasonable people!"

Nogi cut to the chase, urging the other person, "You're not the kind of person who'll work for someone else forever; you should start your own business right away!"

Rito: "..."

Rito: "Oh!"

Although it's inexplicable and I don't understand what's going on, it sounds very exciting!

Nogi continued, "A few days ago, our group acquired a food company, and I've decided to entrust it to you, making you serve as both 'President' and 'Exclusive Fighter'!"

Rito's eyes lit up. "Oh! Then wouldn't that be just like Shiraki-kun?!"

Nogi: "..."

Nogi: "...?"

Is Shiraki Cheng the same person as Shiraki Cheng? And how did Rito come to know Shiraki Cheng?

Putting the questions aside for now, Nogi continued, "In short, I've temporarily allied your original employer, Yoshibu Real Estate, with me through the 'Ordinary Kengan Tournament'."

"Although it took a lot of effort..."

"That's good. I've decided to provide you with financial support to help you participate in the upcoming 'Kengan Zetsu Mei Street Elimination Tournament'!"

Rito scratched his head. "Ah, wait a minute, this sounds really weird. Could there be some kind of conspiracy?"

Nogi clenched his fist. "Anyway, I'll give you the money. You just need to become stronger!"

"oh oh!"

Rito nodded vigorously, "That sounds much better, and if it's like Shiraki-kun, it sounds really impressive..."

Nogi pressed his advantage, saying, "If you want, you still have a chance to fight against top fighters like [God of War] Gaolang, [King of Fighting] Okubo Naoya, and even Katahara Metsudo's [Kiba]!"

To everyone's surprise, upon hearing this, Rito crossed his arms and said dejectedly, "I can handle this kind of challenge myself, but I can't right now..."

Nogi said in a low voice, "It's okay, you just need to—"

When Nogi was halfway through making the promise, he suddenly froze. "Wait, can you go and ask him yourself?"

Rito blinked. "Yeah, I just drank all night yesterday with Gaolang, Grandpa Metsudo, Uncle Yudi, and Brother Shiraki. They're all pretty nice people."

Nogi: "..."

Nogi: "...?"

What?! My intelligence network is outdated?!

"..."

After a long and messy struggle, Nogi finally managed to coax Rito into signing the alliance agreement, thus gaining another ally.

Rito bid farewell to Akiyama Kaede, leaving Nogi and Akiyama Kaede looking at each other in bewilderment.

"Phew, counting Tokita Ohma and Izumi, that makes three of our own..."

Nogi lit a cigarette. "But I always feel like plans can't keep up with changes."

Akiyama Kaede pushed up his glasses. "After all, the unpredictability of the street fighting tournament format far exceeds that of the traditional deathmatch. It's something that has never happened before in history."

"Indeed, but then again..."

Nogi Hideki suddenly laughed and said, "I can't help but wonder how this tournament will turn out. Things are getting more and more interesting!"

To gain a foothold in the volatile business world, one needs a spirit of adventure, and Nogi Hideki is clearly such a person.

……

……

That afternoon, at the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall.

After the garbage was cleaned up, all that remained were the completely destroyed walls and streets, as well as large charred burn marks on the lawn.

Looking at the mess, Bai Mucheng wasn't too bothered, since repairing it wasn't difficult; it was just a matter of time.

But at that moment, Shiba Inu, a member of the "Bōsōzoku" (motorcycle gang) who was wandering nearby, was riding his beloved motorcycle in a special attack uniform when he saw the dilapidated walls of the Douhun Martial Arts Hall.

"Oh, Mr. Shiraki, has your house been renovated?"

Recalling Huashan Xun's words, Chai Qianchun raised his chin and gestured, "I heard from the boss that your house used to be in a ruin style, which is easy to recognize. Is this a restoration to a nostalgic style?"

Shiramu Cheng: "..."

Forget it, I should contact Akiyama Kaede as soon as possible and ask the construction team to handle it quickly, otherwise the reputation of Douhun Martial Arts Hall may be in danger.

"Oh, so it needs to be repaired?"

Chai Qianchun was very loyal and waved his hand, saying, "These kinds of things are faster with perseverance. I'll bring my tools to help tomorrow too!"

Chapter 222 Renovation Project

After another day of rest, the next day arrived.

The battle with Dorian happened the night before.

Bai Mucheng got up early, checked his physical condition, and found that he had almost recovered before starting a new day of training.

After the morning run, I returned to the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall to practice basic striking techniques.

boom!boom!boom……

Punch after punch landed on the sandbag wrapped in bandages and patches until he was drenched in sweat, drops of sweat falling into the soil beneath his feet.

Snapped!

The final blow was a high sweeping kick to finish the attack.

"call--!"

Shiramu Cheng Chang exhaled a breath of hot air, grabbed a towel from the railing beside him, and began wiping his body.