Super Fighting Tokyo.

"And, date of birth, blood type, zodiac sign, family members, lovers, mistresses, etc..."

This is of course just an exaggeration, but Tokugawa Mitsunari's intelligence network was indeed impressive, even so deep that it gave people goosebumps.

Bai Mucheng shrank back and moved away with Wu Fengshui. "This is disgusting. Isn't this stalking?!"

Mitarai laughed helplessly, "Hahaha! After all, Lord Tokugawa was obsessed with this!"

"..."

At the same time, upon hearing the introduction, Wu Fengshui also recalled the things he had recently investigated.

"BOS Burger? It's said that they've had contact with 'Tokyo Electric Power Company,' a rebel group within the Kengan Association. They're also a restless company."

"But today is not the Kengan match..."

Wu Fengshui analyzed, "I think that employer's plan was probably to take this opportunity to build a reputation and increase the value of their home, right?"

Shiraki asked doubtfully, "Did Tokugawa agree?"

"It's just a battle. There's no benefit involved on the field, so Lord Tokugawa won't refuse."

Mitarai nodded. “The fourth chapter of ‘Korakuen Arena - Insights of the Fighters’: The one who ascends the throne will surely be remembered for eternity.”

……

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On the fighting arena.

Adam and Ali – the two stand facing each other.

Although both are from the USA, their styles are vastly different; the former is a typical American free-spirited and violent style, while the latter is quite elegant.

It makes sense, considering Adam came from the streets, while little Ali was the son of that "boxing god".

"Hey!"

Adam grinned, revealing four FUCK gold teeth, and raised an eyebrow as he sized up Little Ali.

"Hey, you really look exactly like Ali in the poster! Are you really his son?!"

Adam grinned and said, "This place is really great! I actually have a chance to give the son of my great idol a good beating!"

"Oh right, if I win, can I ask your dad for an autograph after the match? My girlfriend really likes boxing."

"..."

Adam, filled with fighting spirit, locked onto the path forward.

Unlike Adam, Little Ali was looking around and could feel the cheers from the audience sweeping over him like a tsunami.

He smiled and agreed to Adam's suggestion, "Okay, I'll ask my father to send mine along with his."

This is Xiao Ali's first time stepping onto the underground arena.

He could clearly feel that although the number of spectators was not as large as in top-level boxing matches, the quality of the cheers and applause was very high, like a blazing fire!

"..."

After meeting, the two players returned to the sidelines.

Adam twisted his neck, making a cracking sound, his strong muscles outlining a powerful silhouette.

the other side.

Little Ali took a deep breath, adjusted his state, and began to move his feet, while simultaneously throwing punches at an extremely fast speed.

Whoosh—whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Xiao Ali inherited his father's strengths in various aspects.

Height 190cm, weight 100kg.

He is undoubtedly a "heavyweight" boxer, but his physique does not appear bulky at all.

The extremely fast punches, combined with the leaping steps, made the whole person seem like a butterfly, so fast that it was hard to see clearly!

……

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Inside the lounge.

Lalma carefully observed Ali's movements.

"Gaorang's stance evolved from the 'Philadelphia shell defense,' but Ali Jr.'s stance is different; it's a different style of boxing."

"In other words, it's the style of that 'Muhammad Ali'!"

At this point, Lamar couldn't help but laugh.

"If Ali himself does not have Parkinson's disease and is still active, then no matter how much manpower and financial resources it takes, I will definitely arrange for Gaolang to have a match with him."

"..."

As they spoke, Ali's warm-up on the field became increasingly intense.

Whoosh! Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

After a rapid series of punches, Ali adjusted his footwork, dodging and weaving in place, his footsteps drawing arcs on the sand.

Squeak—whoosh!

Light steps propelled the body, followed by a flurry of straight punches.

"Oh! How beautiful!"

Lalma couldn't help but clap his hands in admiration, "Speaking of which, Ali Jr.'s fighting style is practically like a dance!"

……

……

"Both sides, ready!"

Adam and Ali turned to face each other, gazing at one another.

The commentator paused, then shouted in a deep voice, "—Action!!!"

Swish!

Little Ali leaped up from the ground, his movements light and agile, and then quickly dashed forward.

The instant his arm span encompassed Adam's, Ali's naturally outstretched arms suddenly tensed, unleashing a powerful and rapid strike.

call out!

A lightning-fast left punch, from left to right, swept across Adam's face.

In the blink of an eye, the swift punch landed.

By the time everyone realized what was happening, a "blood line" had appeared on Adam's face.

It was a gash, almost like a knife wound, level with the roots of both ears, spanning the bridge of the nose, and blood spurted out with a "plop".

"—!!"

……

……

"—?!"

Inside the lounge, everyone's gaze sharpened after seeing Xiao Ali throw that punch.

Lalma nodded. "Yes, Yu's judgment was one-sided."

Gaolang crossed his arms and said in a deep voice, "The Muhammad Ali style of boxing is indeed more than just dance..."

Chapter 358 Bee Sting and Butterfly Dance

puff!

In the blink of an eye, a horizontal gash appeared on Adam's face, as if a sharp blade had slashed through it, from which blood burst forth.

Blood flowed from Adam's face, staining the lower half of his face red, and eventually dripped onto the ring.

"...Fuck!"

Adam felt a stinging pain in his face and, as usual, cursed.

He wasn't an amateur, so he could tell that Little Ali's first punch wasn't serious; it was just a probing feint.

But such a scene was indeed very impactful, and it sparked a lot of discussion among the audience.

"Tch, it's cut open!"

The audience was completely taken aback. "Is this boxing?! He sliced ​​open the face with just one blow!!"

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Inside the lounge.

Shiraki looked at the television screen, observing Adam's facial wounds, and naturally thought of Sikorsky's "knuckle punch".

Sikorsky, one of the death row inmates, possessed extraordinary finger strength.

Therefore, when he throws a punch, he slightly raises the knuckle of his middle finger to create a "cutting" effect on the skin.

But unlike Sikorsky, Ali's punch was simply a matter of "speed".

That punching speed is so fast it's almost unbelievable; it can cut and slash through anything, from sandbags to human skin, leaving no time for anyone to react!

Of course, anyone in the know can see that Little Ali's boxing style does not revolve around this.

He threw that punch only as a feint to test the waters, and also with a hint of showing off.

"..."

Lalma stroked his chin, saying with interest, "The movements seem gentle and elegant, but they are actually genuine boxing techniques."