Super Fighting Tokyo.

"--above."

Mitarai commented, "His extraordinary physique, combined with his violent fighting spirit, truly makes him an outstanding talent."

"So, how will Ali Jr. deal with such a violently gifted individual with supernatural abilities?"

"..."

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, Shiramu Cheng and Gao Lang suddenly spoke up.

The two striking fighters shook their heads in unison, saying, "No, it's over."

Mitarai: "...?"

The old gentleman was immediately puzzled.

Lalma didn't understand the reason either, and was quite curious about it.

……

……

On the arena.

Adam's face contorted with rage as he hissed, "Enough foreplay—! I'll Nail You!!"

The slang translates to: "You've done your foreplay! I'm going to beat you to a pulp!"

That frightening appearance made Xiao Ali much more serious, and he replied in a deep voice, "OK..."

Immediately, Ali raised his fist again and stepped forward.

Adam kept his eyes fixed on Ali, intending to protect his jaw, first withstand Ali's punch, and then forcefully ram him with his physique.

Suddenly, Little Ali stopped and turned to leave.

"Hey……?"

Adam was puzzled, then cursed "FUCK" and strode forward to chase after them.

But as soon as he took the first step, even greater confusion surrounded Adam.

Um……?

Adam noticed that the ground in front of him suddenly "rose up" and "flew" towards him, a scene resembling a fantasy novel.

What's wrong……?!

Pfft!

The sandy ground slammed into Adam's head.

From the audience's perspective, Adam fell face-first to the ground and crashed heavily after taking his first step.

Before losing consciousness, Adam could only murmur with his last strength, "Inexplicable..."

baffling……

Swish!

Little Ali raised his fists and gestured to the audience.

The commentator shouted: "The outcome is decided!!"

Chapter 360 The Unfinished Path

The players' lounge.

Lalma looked at the TV screen, puzzled. "Adam stood up and then fell down again?"

Bai Mucheng nodded.

"That's the kind of blows a boxing master delivers."

He punched his chin, saying, "After being repeatedly struck on the head, Adam's brain is shaking inside his skull."

"Although the adrenaline and his fighting spirit prevented him from fainting on the spot, he had lost his balance."

"This effect manifested itself when he took his first step, causing him to fall and lose consciousness."

"..."

Gaolang added from the side, "Right now, Adam must be feeling really 'numb'."

Lalma asked curiously, "Ma?"

"It's like holding a steel pipe and slamming it into the ground with all your might—the feeling of your hands going numb from the impact."

Gaolang patiently explained, "If you are hit by a heavyweight expert with full force, the paralysis will spread throughout your body."

"Oh?"

Lamar laughed and said, "I see. It is indeed a completely different kind of boxing from Gaolang."

"It's not about focusing on 'striking techniques,' but rather on 'punch' and 'dodge.'"

"Punch, thrust, kick, choke, throw, grab—a comprehensive fighting style, which can even be called the Muhammad Ali style of boxing!"

"The 'Bee Sting and Butterfly Dance' truly lives up to its name..."

"..."

On the television screen, Little Ali raised his arms high, welcoming the cheers of the audience.

The sideline doctor went up and carried the unconscious Adam onto a stretcher, rushing him to the infirmary.

Soon, the fighting arena returned to silence.

Only the bloodstains remaining on the ground, as proof of yet another battle, were left permanently on the field, buried beneath the sand.

Meanwhile, the enthusiastic noise from the audience continued.

The audience was still immersed in the first battle and was already looking forward to the exciting second match.

"【Battle Spirit】hasn't been on the field in a long time!"

"The opponent is that 'Okubo'? The MMA champion from the real world has arrived!"

"To be able to pit [Fighting Spirit] against [Fighting King], Tokugawa really knows his stuff!"

"As expected of Old Man Guang!"

"..."

……

Lamar bid farewell to Gaolang and went ahead to the stands.

Wu Fengshui stayed in the lounge to accompany Shiraki Cheng, while Mr. Mitarai remained on standby as usual.

"..."

Shiraki picked up the bandages and wrapped them around his wrists, fists, and ankles, making sure each area was properly secured.

clap clap!

I gently patted my arm twice.

Shiraki twisted his waist and stretched, then punched and kicked, making a "whoosh" sound as his movements were fluid and light, full of elasticity and tension.

Wu Fengshui looked at him with a grin, "Bai Muqin, you seem very happy!"

Upon hearing this, Shiramu Cheng grinned, "Because he's very handsome!"

He raised his hands, fingers spread, and showed them to Wu Fengshui and Mitarai.

"Look, the moment the bandage is wrapped, my fist will look like this. Don't you think it's cool?"

"Take off your clothes, wrap yourself in bandages, go barefoot, and confront someone with complete focus while unarmed."

Shiramu Cheng slowly clenched his fists.

"I will use all the skills I have to the best of my ability, and occasionally I will have a sudden inspiration to counter any move."

"I don't know why, but every time I think about these things, my whole body gets itchy and my muscles feel hot."

"I wish I could tear my opponent to pieces!"

"..."

……

After leaving the lounge, we passed through the passageway.

Bai Mucheng, Wu Fengshui, and Mitarai—the three of them were traveling together.

Throughout the journey, Bai Mucheng kept clenching his fist, examining it repeatedly from time to time, looking thoughtful.

"I always feel like it's still far from enough..."

Bai Mucheng smiled and looked at the two people beside him, "Whether you can understand or not, my masters have taught me a lot."

"Karate, wrestling, boxing, military combat, parkour, Muay Thai, kickboxing..."

"I'm also working hard to understand it. I've learned things like 'correct counterattack' and 'eye press,' which allow me to throw powerful punches and deliver precise kicks."

"—But it is not deep enough, and cannot yet be called a powerful 'Tao'."

"..."

Mitarai smiled and said, "Mr. Shiraki, even before the match, you were still thinking about these things?"

Bai Mucheng pondered for a moment, then put his hands on his hips, "This kind of thing is pretty much like eating, sleeping, exercising, or joking around with friends... right?"

"That's pretty much what a fighter is all about!"

"...That's true."

Mitarai smiled and bowed, "Mr. Shiraki, I wish you well."

"Okay, thanks!"

Shiraki waved goodbye to Mitarashi and Wu Fengshui, then stepped into the fighting arena, facing the light at the end of the corridor.