Super Fighting Tokyo.

He has always been a free spirit and is quite good at various entertainment variety shows, so he doesn't like overly formal environments.

“Well then,” Atami Hisashi said in a deep voice, “Your Highness Lalma, as mentioned during the appointment, I have come here today to establish a connection between you as ‘fighters’.”

In other words, as the chairman of Wushi TV, Atami Hisashi wanted to cultivate a good relationship with the King of Thailand.

It's for both business purposes and for potential future collaborations.

Lalma narrowed his eyes and looked leisurely at Okubo, "Since it's a connection between fighters, I'd like to hear what the [Fighting King] has to say."

"..."

Okubo relaxed and rubbed his chin with his hand.

"No matter what, this 'Kengan Street Fight' is just too chaotic!"

He laughed helplessly, "By stretching the competition out to such a long duration, even including street brawls, encompassing all elements, there's no real strategy involved."

"This kind of competition is simply a contest of strength, isn't it?"

Okubo grinned and exclaimed happily, "This is fantastic!!"

"..."

Lalma smiled and nodded. "That's great...is it? Hmph, I really like that view."

As they were speaking, the door to the equipment room was pushed open.

A man with wheat-colored skin, long black hair tied up over his left shoulder, and a pendant on his forehead stepped out.

This is none other than the Thai "Fighting God," who dominated the four major team championship belts and was hailed as the "revolutionary son of boxing."

Gaolango Unsavador!

At this moment, Gaolang was barefoot and wearing only boxing shorts, with a towel around his neck, clearly having just finished exercising.

He wiped his sweat, drank some water, walked over to Larma, bowed to his king, and then greeted his friends.

Finally, Gaolang raised an eyebrow, his dead fish eyes darting around as he looked at Okubo Naoya, who was sitting cross-legged.

Okubo also looked Gaoran up and down, "You must be Gaoran, right?"

"Yes, he is that o o gaurang."

Lalma smiled in response, then looked at Atami Hisashi, "Mr. Atami, the Okubo you brought is also a powerful fighter, he's quite a force to be reckoned with."

"Furthermore, he is about to fight that [Battle Spirit] Shiramu Cheng, and I am also very eager to watch."

"So whatever your plans are, I have no reason to refuse your proposal; on the contrary, I should thank you."

"After all, the arrival of a powerful figure is also beneficial to my sword."

"..."

After saying this, Atami smiled slightly, still a little nervous, "As expected of Prince Lalma, his style of doing things is truly bold."

After confirming their intention to cooperate, the atmosphere between the two became much more familiar.

at the same time--

[Battle God] Gaolang sat on the other side, and Okubo also joined in for a chat.

Gaolang wasn't used to chatting with "overly cheerful" people, but he couldn't help but be curious.

He raised his dead fish eyes and said, "Mr. Okubo, are you fighting Shiraki To fulfill your employer's wish, or to win the match?"

"Actually... none of that counts, right?"

Okubo crossed his arms and pondered for a moment, "If I had to say, it's because it's 'very interesting'? Incredibly interesting!"

Gaolang understood, "Although you were in the table-fighting world before, you're still one of 'this side'..."

Okubo grinned broadly. "Haha, isn't it obvious?"

……

……

Lamar and Atami continued their conversation.

The two discussed business collaborations, political and economic developments, recent activities of organizations such as IDEAL, and of course, the instability within the Kengan Association.

Yusa is aware of all of the above and occasionally chimes in with her opinions.

Unlike the "rationality" of ordinary entrepreneurs, Arisa has a remarkably keen "feeling," even bordering on "madness."

This perspective helps to broaden one's thinking, which is why both Lamar and Atami like this little girl very much.

They firmly believed that if Yusa graduated from school and went directly into the political and economic spheres, she would definitely achieve great things.

"..."

Just as she was thinking this, Yusa turned her head to look at the ring and suddenly raised her hand with a "whoosh".

Lamar and Atami turned their heads and couldn't help but smile knowingly.

Okubo had already taken off his suit jacket, leaving only a pair of fighting shorts, and walked side by side with Gaolang onto the boxing ring.

As fighters, their conversation eventually led them to the ring.

However, this was not a formal fight, but just a regular sparring practice, so neither of them intended to use their real skills, but rather wanted to practice their "boxing".

Ah, I really miss it...

Okubo stepped onto the ring, jumped a few times, and while putting on his boxing gloves, recalled with a smile:

“I used to do amateur boxing, and I did quite well. I was even selected as a special training athlete and worked as a boxer for two years.”

boom!

Okubo put on the boxing gloves, slammed his fists together, and made a dull thud. "Ha! Not bad. How do you calculate the weight of these gloves again?"

“18 ounces—both of us.”

Gaolang put on his boxing gloves and stood ready to respond.

He carefully observed Okubo's movements, "Judging from your appearance, you don't seem to have 'only' trained in boxing for two years."

"Ah, so it was indeed possible to see through it?"

Okubo warmed up with a jump exercise, saying, "I just gave up being a boxer, just like I gave up being a wrestler, but I haven't stopped training in boxing, wrestling, and other techniques for a single day."

"I worked hard to train various combination techniques and incorporated them into my mixed martial arts, and the results were pretty good."

Okubo stood sideways, steadily raising his fists.

"But to be honest, facing off against a 'heavyweight boxing champion' like you would be quite stressful..."

"..."

Gaolang remained noncommittal, his deadpan eyes fixed on the front, "Finished warming up?"

Okubo nodded. "Okay, let's begin!"

The next second—

call out!

Gaolang's lightning-fast jab followed his body as he rapidly advanced towards Okubo.

Those thick yet soft gauntlets surprisingly exuded a sharpness no less than that of a blade, striking Okubo's face with incredible speed.

But Okubo was no mediocre person, nor was he an amateur. In an instant, he raised his hand to protect his face, moved his feet backward, and twisted his waist and swayed his body.

Swish!

Gaolang's lightning-fast jab grazed Okubo's left forearm, leaving a red mark as the glove's surface lightly brushed against his skin.

"Wow……"

Okubo stepped back to adjust, feeling a burning sensation in his forearm, but his confidence remained undiminished, clearly indicating that he could keep up with the pace of the training.

Even though the jab was a little slower because of the gloves and the training, it was still not "ordinary".

The fact that Okubo could keep up with that speed of attacks is enough to demonstrate the quality of his skills!

"That's not bad, that's how sparring should be done."

Gaolang was also in a good mood, saying, "If you can't do this level, you can't participate in this street competition."

Okubo grinned, "Now that you mention it, I'm even more excited to have a match with [Battle Spirit]!"

Chapter 355 Appropriate Striking Practice

Even with boxing gloves on, "God of War" Gaolang can still throw 13 jabs per second, hence he is also known in the boxing world as "Light Fist".

That astonishing punch speed almost exceeded the limits of human reaction!

call out--

Bang bang bang!

On the boxing ring, Gaolang moved his feet and threw a series of jabs at Okubo, forcing him to defend himself with his fists instead of retaliating.

Squeak, creak, whoosh...

The two moved their feet in succession, attacking and defending on the boxing ring, fighting fiercely.

boom!

After taking another jab, Okubo crouched down to dodge the follow-up punches, then lunged from the lower left and delivered a diagonal uppercut.

Swah——

boom!

Gaolang twisted his waist, using his right upper arm to block the counterattack, while simultaneously sliding to the side to adjust his striking position and continue the pressure.

Bang bang bang!

Another extremely fast jab came, forcing Okubo to defend.

……