Super Fighting Tokyo.

Shiramu Cheng thought for a moment, "There will be opportunities in the future."

After exchanging pleasantries, Shiraki took his leave, while Tokugawa continued to receive Koari.

"..."

Little Ali turned his head and looked at Bai Mucheng's departing figure. "His movements and strength are both excellent. He must be one of the fighters in the underworld, right?"

"That's exactly right!"

Tokugawa straightened his expression and invited little Ali in, while also unable to contain his excitement.

"Although your father has mentioned it before, I still want to hear it with my own ears—what exactly do you want to do here?"

"..."

Little Ali pursed his lips and smiled, "Mr. Tokugawa, please help me with the introduction. I also want to participate in that 'Kengan Zetsumei Street Championship'."

Tokugawa raised an eyebrow. "For what?"

Little Ali looked up at the sky and could see the leisurely white clouds. "Hmm... to become the No.1 champion, right? That is, to challenge Baki Hanma."

Chapter 350 God of Boxing

The front courtyard of the Tokugawa residence.

On the way to the reception room, Tokugawa and Little Ali walked side by side, while Kana followed behind.

As the captain of the personal guard, Ghana didn't have to accompany him all the time, but anyone would probably want to take a few more glances at the "guest."

African American, with tanned skin, and approximately 190cm tall.

With a slender build and firm muscles, his casual sportswear subtly outlined the contours of his back muscles.

His hair was short and neat, his eyes were sharp, and he wore a confident smile.

His name is: Muhammad Ali Jr.

Jr means "second generation".

And his father was none other than Muhammad Ali, the greatest boxer of the 20th century!

"..."

Anyone familiar with the word "sports" has likely heard of the name "Ali".

This person—

He won a gold medal at the Olympics, but decided it was worthless, threw it into the river, and devoted himself to professional boxing.

Before the competition, he verbally abused and insulted his opponent. With this unprecedented and crazy performance, he stood out and shone brightly under the media's adoration.

He even made a shocking statement, issuing a KO prediction, which caused a huge uproar.

And then, everything he said came true!

Its agility is astonishing, like a butterfly in flight, which is why it is called the "butterfly step" by the audience;

His punching speed, his power, his dodging, his reaction...

All of the above define what it means to be the "God of Boxing"!

His conviction was equally unwavering.

In order to oppose unjust wars, he publicly refused to serve in the military and took the power of the state as his opponent. He was eventually stripped of his championship title and forced to leave the boxing ring for more than three years.

After regaining his boxing eligibility, Ali miraculously reclaimed the throne, even returning to it three times!

Muhammad Ali —

With just his fists, he amassed immense wealth, gained the highest reputation, and earned the respect of the world!

His existence has created countless legends that "transcend the realm of athletes," making him a man who can stand shoulder to shoulder with "gods" with his own flesh and blood!

"..."

Ghana could recall all of these things naturally without even needing to remember them.

And now, the son of that "boxing god"—Ali Jr.—has actually come to visit, right before his eyes!

So young...maybe in your early twenties?

The image is exactly the same as the one of "Ali" himself when he was young, both of them are good-looking, as if they were made from the same mold!

This fighter is here to participate in the "Kengan Zetsu Street Championship"? And he even wants to challenge Baki Hanma!?

"..."

Ghana was shocked, but remained polite and did not speak rashly.

Tokugawa smiled leisurely and said, "If you want to challenge Baki Hanma, just contact him directly. There's no need to participate in any competition."

Little Ali thought for a moment, "Well... it's not just about challenging him alone."

"I need a chance to 'prove' myself."

Little Ali straightened his face and said, "How far have I come to complete what my father was supposed to complete—the Muhammad Ali style of boxing? I need to prove it to the world."

"No problem!"

Tokugawa smiled and then changed the subject.

"But just throwing Ali II out on the 'street' is no different from letting 'Marilyn Monroe' ride a bicycle to work."

"There will be a competition opportunity soon, and I will contact you then."

"While you're waiting, feel free to wander around."

……

……

At the same time, Bai Mucheng was walking down the street, his mind flooded with memories.

"Little Ali—"

"A boxing style like a bee's sting and a butterfly's dance? That feels amazing!"

"The weather is great too, haha!"

The more he thought about it, the happier he became, and he faintly exuded a fighting spirit, distorting space slightly, attracting the attention of those around him, who couldn't quite put their finger on why.

"..."

……

The next day.

Shinshin Kaikan Headquarters.

This nine-story building is one of Tokyo's landmarks, and its exterior is decorated with a painting of "God of War Fighting a Tiger," making it quite impressive.

Shiraki accepted the invitation of the "second-generation director" Katsumi Guji to come here to demonstrate martial arts and exchange ideas with the members of the Shinshinkai.

It's hard to deny Katsumi's kindness.

For Bai Mucheng, this was also a good opportunity for in-depth thinking, since he was not good at sitting still and found it easier to think when he was moving.

"..."

Before long, the martial arts demonstration ended, and the disciples of the Divine Heart Society thanked Bai Mucheng.

Afterwards, Katsumi took Shiraki upstairs and into the training ground of the [Martial God].

That burly, bald, one-eyed man—Yudi Dubu—is doing his daily exercise here.

"Oh, is the martial arts demonstration over? Thanks for your hard work, young man!"

Doppo, dressed in his martial arts uniform, turned around, smiled, and gestured, "I'm just getting ready for today's practice. Want to come and watch?"

"..."

Bai Mucheng nodded happily.

Doppo called out, "Katsumi, come and lend a hand!"

Upon hearing this, Katsumi couldn't help but chuckle helplessly, "Dad, are you going to show off again?"

Doppo curled his lip and said, "Stop talking nonsense!"

"Alright alright……"

Katsumi, having no other choice, went to a storage room on the side, took out a large pile of things, and placed them in the center of the dojo.

"Brother Bai Mu, look—"

Katsumi took out the props one by one and introduced them: "These are glass wine bottles, bricks, and wooden sticks."

He lifted four hollow stone bricks and piled them on the ground; then he dragged over a table and stood three glass bottles upright.

Finally, walk to a spot not far from the table, grab the end of a square wooden stick, and hold it upright in front of you.

"Is this alright, Dad?"

"Yes, no problem."

Du Bu tightened the black belt around his waist, patted it lightly, then walked to the four-story brick wall, looked down, and took a deep breath.

"Stop!"

With a loud shout, Du Bu slammed down with his right palm, instantly shattering four layers of stone bricks with a crisp "crack" sound.

Swish!

Without stopping, Du Bu assumed a stance facing the table, quickly gliding forward to approach the wine bottle on the table.

Those in the know understand that unopened beer bottles should never be used for acrobatic performances, because they contain gas and are much harder than opened ones.

The three bottles on the table were all unopened!

Snapped!

With palm facing upwards, Du Bu swung his right-hand sword with a backhand punch, combining speed and sharpness, and directly severed the bottleneck!