Super Fighting Tokyo.

Mitarai smiled and nodded. "You are the kind of person who makes people think, in this age of information and technology, it's really wonderful that we can still have contact with each other."

"Mr. Mitarai..."

After holding it in for a while, Bai Mucheng finally pouted and complained, "Your description is too weird!"

Mitarai couldn't help but burst into laughter, "Hmm...that's true!"

"..."

Warm-up continues.

"Mr. Shiraki, there's no need to be in a hurry."

Mitarai reminded him, "There are two matches tonight. Mr. Shiraki is in the second match, and the contestant in the first match is also a heavyweight guest."

Bai Mucheng asked curiously, "Who is it?"

"It's said that you've already met him..."

Just as Mitarai was about to make his introduction, he suddenly heard footsteps outside the door, followed by a gentle knock on the door of the lounge.

"Sorry to bother you."

An old man pushed open the door and entered; he was Tokugawa Mitsunari, the operator of the underground arena.

Behind him followed a tall, muscular African American man with brown skin and a confident smile.

He had met Shiraki Shō once before at the Tokugawa residence.

Mohammed Ali Jr!

The first match tonight features Ali, one of the key players.

I'm taking a day off; publication is suspended today.

As usual, I'll organize the outline for the rest of the story and add some previews of the upcoming plot.

First and foremost, of course, is the battle against [Fighting King] Naoya Okubo.

The story of "Little Ali, the Son of God" is still in development. Little Ali is quite a complex character, and I need to carefully study his mental journey.

This person did offer a lot of encouragement when Baki was poisoned and Kozue was in despair, so he can't be considered a bad person. His fighting style was also quite entertaining, but his subsequent behavior was indeed greasy...

I need to think about it carefully.

That's all for today, no updates today. Regular updates tomorrow, muah~!

Chapter 356 The So-Called Prayer...

"Excuse me, Shiraki."

Tokugawa smiled and raised his hand to greet him, introducing the little Ali beside him.

"He heard you were going to play your second match, so he suddenly wanted to come see you. I hope he didn't disturb your warm-up?"

"..."

Shiraki Cheng welcomed it, saying, "It's okay, I like it lively."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Ali stepped forward and shook hands with Bai Mucheng again.

Good evening, Mr. Shiraki!

Xiao A smiled and looked Bai Mucheng up and down.

Shiramu Cheng was barefoot and naked, his exposed skin covered with scars, some of which were quite serious, such as the "skin" on his right calf.

That patch of skin, which had been crushed by Hanayama Kaoru's "grip strike," had healed for quite some time, but a scar remained.

Little Ali didn't know how he got the injury, but he imagined it must have been incredibly painful when he was injured.

"As expected, my previous assessment was correct."

He shook hands with Shiraki and exclaimed with a smile, "Mr. Shiraki, your fighting spirit is even stronger than when we first met!"

This is not a provocation, just a simple American compliment, quite straightforward and direct.

Bai Mucheng responded with a smile, and they chatted for a few more minutes.

Little Ali looked into the lounge and suggested to Tokugawa beside him, "Since we're here, let's make the best of it. This room is big enough, why don't we warm up here?"

Tokugawa looked at Shiraki Shō, "Is that alright?"

Bai Mucheng nodded, "Everyone says I like lively atmospheres, and this feels just right."

Thank you!

Xiao Ali walked into the house and greeted Mitarai, who was waiting for orders, and Wu Fengshui, who was accompanying him.

He then went to the locker room to change.

……

……

When he came out again, Xiao Ali had already taken off his casual clothes.

He was wearing boxing shoes and only a pair of shorts.

Wearing a white "magical cloak"—similar to a towel material, it is a common item for boxers, combining sweat-absorbing and heat-insulating functions.

Xiao Ali opened his backpack, took out several rolls of bandages, and carefully wrapped them around his hands.

"..."

Meanwhile, on the other side...

Tokugawa happily arrived at the sidelines, laid out a cushion, and sat down next to Wu Fengshui.

The old man chuckled and exclaimed to the young woman, "Wow, to watch two matches in a row, both featuring strong players, tonight is truly exhilarating!"

Wu Fengshui blinked his black-and-white eyes, his expression quite helpless.

Among the older generation, Wu Huili was in charge of managing the entire Wu clan, while Pianyuan Mietang also had his own businesses and the Boxing Association to take care of.

In contrast, this "Tokugawa Mitsunari" was truly free-spirited, a genuine "battle fanatic" who only thought about facilitating battles between the strong every day.

Wu Fengshui casually asked, "Is this a regular match? Or is it the Kengan Street Fighter Tournament?"

"It's the former, after all, it's just a 'welcome party'!"

Tokugawa responded with a smile, "However, the opponent was indeed introduced by a member of the Kengan Association, and is also a participant in the street fighting tournament."

The old man, propped on his knees, chuckled and said, "Anyway, as long as we put up the 'Muhammad Ali' sign, challengers will keep coming!"

Wu Fengshui had no choice but to agree.

The girl tilted her head, propped her cheek with her hand, making one side of her face pout, and then tossed a bottle of water to Bai Mucheng, who was resting.

……

……

Little Ali wrapped the bandage around his hands and patted his belt with both hands.

Snapped!

He stood on one side of the room, his body relaxed.

Then, he moved quickly and exerted force with his feet, the soles of his shoes rubbing against the bricks with a "squeak" sound, and he swung his fists continuously, making a "whoosh" sound as they flew through the air.

The white cloak fluttered and danced lightly with Xiao Ali's movements, outlining smooth lines.

Its movements are gorgeous and beautiful!

Undoubtedly, that was a warm-up exercise for boxing.

Compared to "God of War" Gaolang, the two have their own distinct styles of movement.

squeak...

Whoosh—slap slap!

He shifted his feet and continued throwing punches.

Xiao Ali only stopped when a thin layer of sweat covered his face, breathing out warm air smoothly, in excellent condition.

“…Mr. Tokugawa, thank you.”

Little Ali smiled and said, "To thank you for your hospitality, I will do my best."

Upon hearing this, Tokugawa raised an eyebrow and smiled faintly, "My mission is to facilitate battles between the strong, so I never refuse such matters."

"Speaking of which..."

Tokugawa suddenly became curious and asked Ari, "What do you think of this person you've met twice—[Fighting Spirit] Shiraki Sei?"

The meaning of these words is quite clear: he wants to know if Xiao Ali wants to fight Shiraki Cheng.

Shiraki Cheng was also curious, so he paused his stretching movements, wanting to hear a response.

"..."

Little Ali thought for a moment and gave an unexpected answer.

“Mr. Tokugawa, I have no interest in Mr. Shiraki.”

"In fact, I have no interest in tonight's opponent."

Little Ali replied seriously, "The reason I participated in tonight's match is to obtain a ticket to the 'Underground Duel'."

"And my goal has always been that 'Baki Hanma'."

"I will defeat him in the duel, beat him, win the victory, and prove that I am the No. 1—that's all."

"..."