Super Fighting Tokyo.

The intense pressure forced the thugs to resort to their last resort.

A short man at the back suddenly pulled out a pistol and snarled, "Enough with the nonsense, kneel down!"

He raised his gun and aimed it at Maruk, but seeing that the man was completely unafraid, he became even more enraged. "Are you out of your mind?!"

"..."

Maruk was focused and ready to make his move at any moment.

Just as tensions were rising, a rhythmic sound of running suddenly came from a side road in the alley.

click, click, click...

There, a tall, dark brown Black man, dressed in a black tracksuit, was doing long-distance running.

Huh?

Maruk and Arisa looked over and found that the newcomer looked very similar to "Ali Jr.", but was much older, already middle-aged or elderly, with wrinkles on his forehead and around his eyes.

Although her face still has plenty of collagen and doesn't look thin, there are a few gray hairs.

But in terms of both physical fitness and physique, he is clearly inferior to that little Ali.

"Huh...huh..."

The old man, panting heavily, ran all the way to the group of people facing off.

He looked around and couldn't help but sigh to himself:

“When I was active, I also came to Tokyo, but in order to avoid the media’s attention, I could only run at night.”

"I never expected that the streets of Tokyo during the day could be so much fun."

The older man turned his head, looked at the short thug with the gun, and smiled, "Hey, boy! You've already agreed to have a 'duel,' right?"

"In that case, it is against etiquette for you to carry a gun."

The older man held out his hand to the shorter thug, "Give me the gun."

Seeing that the short thug remained unmoved, the older man said sternly:

"You should be able to tell that at this distance, this gun is useless against me. If you don't want to get punched, do as I say."

"..."

The older man's gaze carried a clean yet powerful pressure, forcing the shorter thug to compromise and obediently hand over his pistol.

The other thugs didn't dare to say anything.

Only the tall, burly thug with the knife, in order to save face for his boss, reluctantly turned away.

He was about to make a vicious threat when he suddenly felt as if he would be punched away by a heavy blow in the next second, and his head would be crushed!

"—!"

The thug holding the knife froze, cold sweat beading on his forehead, unable to even lift the knife.

The old man understood. "I see. So you at least have some idea about a duel."

He raised his hands, but it was clear that they were trembling slightly, not from fear, but from a physiological lack of control.

Is the old man unwell?

But the next moment—

Swish!

The old man threw a left jab with incredible speed, which swept directly over the head of the knife-wielding thug.

In just a moment, the thug's few hairs were cut off, the strands fluttering and scattered, then blown away by the breeze.

"—!"

The knife-wielding thug didn't even have time to react.

Immediately afterwards, the old man's expression hardened, and he threw a series of rapid punches.

shhhhhhhh!

Unlike his slightly trembling stance, the old man's fist was accurate and fast, sweeping around the thug's head without harming him in the slightest.

His punches are so fast that they are impossible for the naked eye of an ordinary person to catch!

"Ah...ah!!"

The thug with the knife could clearly feel the gusts of wind rushing towards him, as if every punch could smash his head apart!

The fear gradually built up until the knife-wielding thug was terrified, and the steel knife in his hand clattered to the ground. He was even so frightened that he wet himself.

"Eh—Eh!? I'm sorry..."

He turned and ran away.

Seeing this, the other thugs also hurriedly fled the place, not daring to stay for even a moment longer.

……

……

The thugs were all driven away.

The elderly man who had intervened to help the innocent bent down, rested his hands on his knees, and was panting heavily with sweat dripping from his forehead.

It was obvious that the exaggerated, rapid punches he had just delivered were too physically demanding for the older man.

But neither the fleeing thugs nor the girls at the scene questioned the old man's "power"!

Maruk's eyes widened. "Uncle, you're amazing! Your willpower is so strong that your body can't even handle it!"

The older man looked slightly surprised upon hearing this assessment, but quickly recovered.

"Phew! Thanks, that sounds really nice..."

He tried to stand up straight.

At the same time, from the direction he was running from, came another series of hurried footsteps.

The crowd looked in the direction of the sound and saw four or five burly men in suits, all of whom were foreigners and had sophisticated communication equipment; they looked like bodyguards.

"Sir, please don't do this recklessly, it's too dangerous."

The lead bodyguard stepped forward but did not offer to help the elderly man; however, he was already sweating with nervousness.

The old man, however, was quite satisfied. "It's alright, after all, I was the one who told you not to come any closer."

He patted his bodyguard on the shoulder and said breathlessly, "If I can't even handle a street crisis like this, then all my rehabilitation training has been for nothing."

Upon hearing this, the bodyguards could only remain calm, feeling a wave of lingering fear.

The older man turned to look at Maruk and the girls. "Hello, I'm sorry, I haven't introduced myself yet, have I?"

Maruk nodded seriously, but the girls remained silent.

They are all from the fighting community. Although I didn't realize it at first, how could I not recognize them now?

Do you... need to introduce yourself?

Garuda blinked and nodded politely, "If it were Grandpa seeing you, he would definitely shake hands and greet you too."

Although it did not happen, Garuda was very certain.

There aren't many people in the world who can earn Wu Huiliyang's voluntary expression of respect, and this old man must be one of them.

He was one of the greatest athletes of the 20th century, and the universally recognized "God of Boxing"—Muhammad Ali!

—It's me!

This amazing father of Ali, who also suffers from severe Parkinson's disease, is actually doing long-distance running training on the street?!

Clearly, the bodyguards were also helpless in this situation.

Ali, however, didn't care at all. "After all, we're here to see the 'ghost,' and we also need to visit our 'son.' We have to do some warm-up stuff..."

After saying this, Old Ali handed the pistol to his bodyguard, bid farewell to everyone, and planned to continue his long-distance running training.

Just then, a car stopped at the intersection in the distance, and two people got out.

He is Thai.

It was King Ralma XIII of Thailand, dressed in casual clothes, and the "God of War," Gaorang Unsawad, dressed in a suit.

With nothing to do today, it was a time for relaxation, so after receiving a text message from Arisa, the two rushed over to meet the girls.

Thus, they also saw "Muhammad Ali".

"...?!"

Even Lalma couldn't help but slightly open his eyes, quite surprised by the scene before him. "This is truly... an indescribable 'chance encounter'."

On the other side, Old Ali didn't know the "King of Thailand" himself, but he was very familiar with the "God of War" beside him.

After all, he is an active heavyweight boxing champion and frequently appears on television and in newspapers.

Judging from the network of relationships of the "God of War", Lalma's identity is also obvious.

"Nice to meet you."

Old Ali shakes hands with Larma.

He then shook hands with Gaolang and held on for a long time.

Two "kings" from different eras are feeling each other's hands—the touch, the strength, the body temperature, and the will.

Lamar chuckled, "Such a precious handshake, if someone took a picture of it, it would definitely be on the front page tomorrow, wouldn't it?"

Old Ali said leisurely, "That wouldn't be good, it would be incredibly annoying."

Gaolang raised an eyebrow. "Same here."

Lalma loved to have fun, "But, wouldn't it be a bit of a shame to part ways like this?"

"How about..." Yusa interjected, suggesting, "we go get a cup of coffee?"

……

……

The girls' side was bustling with activity.