Super Fighting Tokyo.

"Hanma Yujiro".

Upon hearing this, Baki's expression changed slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.

Little Ali then strode to the training ground inside the yard and stood in front of a heavily damaged old sandbag.

"Many years ago, the strongest creature on earth, Yujiro Hanma, met my father, Muhammad Ali."

According to Yujiro, my father, who was known as the "God of Boxing," was not actually good at boxing.

"To be more precise, Muhammad Ali's goal was not the world heavyweight boxing championship."

"What he wants to master is a more comprehensive skill—the ability to anticipate all attack methods, that is, combat skills!"

Little Ali reached out and gently touched the surface of the sandbag.

"The fighting style that my father wanted to create was not designed specifically for boxing."

"—It's a completely free fighting style!"

"Punching, kicking, chokes... these are all fighting styles that can handle any situation!"

Little Ali tiptoed and lightly jumped up to show Baki and Shiraki.

“Among my father’s defensive techniques, close-range skills such as blocking punches and ducking to avoid punches were very rare.”

"Stepping back and leaning back to dodge make up a large proportion of the defensive system."

"Only these two defensive techniques can effectively counter all kinds of attacks, including punches!"

At this point, Little Ali slightly raised his head.

"I have now fulfilled the dream that my great father could not achieve."

"Of course, this is not something that can be explained in words."

"How far have I actually completed what Father should have completed—the Muhammad Ali style of boxing? I hope you can understand."

call out!

Little Ali quickly swung his left fist and struck the sandbag.

In an instant, a tear appeared on the sandbag, cut open by the sharp rapier, just like when it slashed the face of Emperor Adam.

Splash...

The fabric stuffing from the sandbags was scattered all over the ground.

Little Ali raised an eyebrow and looked at Baki, "I want to duel with you."

Baki was stunned for a moment.

Little Ali then opened his arms and showed:

“You weren’t there that night, but Mr. Shiraki has already witnessed it. I experienced some ‘underground fighting,’ and it was pretty good.”

"Coincidentally, there is also a fighting ring here, and I would like to duel with you here."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Baki remained silent for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "I refuse."

Little Ali was puzzled.

Baki's expression calmed down. "I won't fight you... no, I won't fight anyone, except for one person."

Little Ali tilted his head and asked, "Which lucky person is it?"

Baki glanced into the distance. "That's not something to be proud of. You already mentioned it—my ugly blood feud."

Little Ali immediately realized that Baki wanted to fight "Yujiro Hanma".

He paused, then said, "...You will die."

Baki replied seriously, "But I'm going to fight."

"I fight only if I can win, and I don't fight if I can lose. That's not the kind of fighting I'm looking for."

"Who is stronger or weaker—I'm no longer interested in that kind of thing."

"..."

Looking back at the direction you've come from, Ali says, "But you trained in the 'strongest' way."

Baki looked helpless. "After all, that man's reputation is common knowledge..."

—【The strongest creature on earth】!

Little Ali understood.

Seeing that Xiao Ali didn't respond, Baki tossed the towel back to Shiraki, then turned around and waved goodbye.

"Bye-Bye……"

Baki left, leaving Ali standing alone with the scattered remains of sandbags at his feet.

On the other side, the four members of the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Academy—

Shiramu Cheng, Wu Fengshui, You Sha, and Maruk were all crowded at the doorway, craning their necks to watch the show, thoroughly enjoying themselves.

"..."

Xiao Ali turned his head and looked at Bai Mucheng with a slightly apologetic expression, after all, he had broken the other party's sandbag.

Bai Mucheng, however, did not care about this.

"It doesn't matter. Sandbags are meant to be hit. If they get broken, we can just fix them. Otherwise, they'll just become decorations."

He watched Baki's departing figure and smiled at Little Ali, saying:

"Also, it's common for opponents to suddenly withdraw—and that doesn't really bother a fighter, right?"

Little Ali didn't think about it in detail, still pondering the matter of Baki.

"Benya o Norma..."

He looked at Baki and murmured, "You will definitely fight me, and—you will be the one to challenge me!"

After saying this, Xiao Ali bid farewell and left.

Seeing this, Maruk couldn't help but scratch his head and mutter, "That guy's punches are fast, but Maruk always feels... not satisfying enough?"

Shiraki patted Maruk on the back. "Right? I feel the same way!"

He teased Maruk a few times, then urged Yusa to go upstairs to finish her homework, and then took Maruk to do some weight training.

……

……

That night.

Douhun Martial Arts Academy's old friend, the "Weirdo" Mitsuyo Muishi, came to pay a visit.

He recently won an MMA match and earned a small appearance fee, and he also heard that Shiraki Seiya won an offline fight.

To celebrate, he took Shiramu Cheng out for a late-night snack.

Chapter 369 Together with Good Friends

late at night.

Two old friends walk down the street.

One of them was wearing loose casual clothes, and his exposed neck and wrists were covered with scars.

Height 187cm, weight 103kg — [Fighting Spirit] Shiramu Cheng.

The other one was wearing trousers and a T-shirt, with a jacket draped over his shoulders. He had long, cherry-pink hair and a scar across his nose.

Height 175cm, weight 69kg — [Weird Man] Mitsuyo Koishi.

They walked along, chatting and laughing.

Compared to Shiraki Sei and his Fighting Spirit Martial Arts School, Koishi Mitsuyo's lifestyle is that of a true "semi-professional" fighter.

He owns his own osteopathic shop, and his own dojo is next door. He is also well-known in the MMA world and is occasionally invited to fight.

According to Mitsuyo Muishi—

“Unlike you, Cheng, I’m not interested in competitions. I just like breaking bones! So I keep competitions and hobbies separate.”

……

……

The two went to a curry restaurant that Mushi frequented.

It's located on a street corner, the shop isn't big, and it's been around for quite a few years.

"Curry is the best food in the world!"

Mushi once said this.

Although it wasn't really suitable as a late-night snack, it was strongly recommended by Mushi, so Shiraki was naturally looking forward to it and happily followed along.

"..."

The two sat down.

While waiting for the curry, side dishes and beer were served first.

"cheers!"

Shiraki Sei and Muishi Mitsuyo raised their glasses, the glass clinking together with a crisp "clang".

"Congratulations on your MMA victory, Brother Mushi!"

"You're even better, Cheng!"

Muishi laughed and said, "Although it's not unexpected, you really did defeat him—[Fighting King] Okubo Naoya."

"That guy and I aren't in the same weight class, so we won't meet in a mixed martial arts match. Otherwise, I'd like to have a go at it!"