Super Fighting Tokyo.

Bai Mucheng put his hands on his hips and turned to look at old Ali—the great boxer who dared to challenge unjust tyranny single-handedly.

"I feel truly honored to have this opportunity to be alone with you!"

"Please don't say that, I'm getting embarrassed just listening to it..."

Old Ali shook his head helplessly, then looked towards the equipment room in the distance. "My training isn't over yet. Want to join me?"

Bai Mucheng gestured to the bodyguard beside him, "Can't they spar with me?"

"You know the answer but you don't..."

Old Ali chuckled leisurely, "They only know how to protect me, and they don't understand things like training for battle!"

Perhaps because there were no outsiders around, Old Ali was quite unpretentious and raised his hand, saying, "Come on, Mr. Shiraki, my training for today isn't over yet."

Bai Mucheng nodded, "I would be delighted."

……

……

Even Shiraki Sho would find it hard to imagine—

Despite being over sixty years old and suffering from serious illnesses such as Parkinson's disease, the boxing champion was able to do combat training with equipment alongside Shiraki Sei.

Moreover, it doesn't seem like he's forcing himself to do it; it's clearly a habit!

How much blood and sweat did he shed to adapt to this training intensity?

The human body is truly amazing!

"..."

Click!

After Old Ali finished the last one, he released the handle of the clamp, letting the bell strike down with a crisp sound.

The next group will be led by Shiraki Chenglai.

As Bai Mucheng gritted his teeth and pushed and pulled the machine, Old Ali looked around.

Wiping his sweat, he smiled and exclaimed, "The atmosphere here is great, it has the feel of a battle, but it's more modern than a Japanese dojo."

Click!

After Shiraki Seiya finished a set, he said, "Then you must also like Shinshin Hall."

"Thank you for the introduction. I will visit when I have time."

Old Ali, panting heavily, said, "Even though I've built a huge manor with my own fists and have wealth that everyone envies..."

"But indeed, it is in the boxing gym, the practice area, and the training room—it is in places like these that I feel pure joy and happiness."

"..."

Rest between groups.

Shiraki Chengshun then led Old Ali on a tour.

After seeing many decorations, Old Ali roughly understood Bai Mucheng's taste, so he tentatively took out a pen to sign his name.

Shiraki immediately grinned to show his welcome.

Old Ali also smiled rather casually, raising his eyebrows and baring his teeth, then randomly picked an empty speedball and signed "Mohammed Ali".

He pursed his lips. "It's a really nice atmosphere."

Shiraki Shiraki recalled, "Your son also gave a similar assessment."

"oh oh?"

Old Ali was somewhat surprised and delighted, "So Jr. has been here before? What a coincidence!"

As he spoke, Old Ali's eyes were downcast, conveying a mix of happiness and complex emotions.

"My son was my dream, and he also completely destroyed me..."

"Five years ago, I was careless and lost to my son. For the first time in my life, I heard a countdown while I was on the ground."

He looked at Bai Mucheng, "Since you are also a warrior from the other world, you must have heard of 'him' or even seen him in person, right?"

"—Yujiro Hanma."

"..."

Bai Mucheng nodded.

Memories surged through his mind. He even knew about the past between Old Ali and Yujiro Hanma, but hearing it from the person himself was more detailed and made his emotions more complex.

Old Ali was lost in memories and began to recount them slowly.

Muhammad Ali —

This boxer, who rivaled the gods with his flesh and blood, had a brief encounter with the young "Yujiro Hanma".

That was many years ago, at the end of the 20th century.

Ali has been invited to Tokyo for a historic showdown of mixed martial arts against Japanese professional wrestler Kanji Inogari!

Although it was publicly claimed to be just an entertainment match, the truth was quite different.

It was a "formal showdown" in which neither side held back!

To this end, Ali prepared diligently, with training content no less rigorous than that for the championships.

During a nighttime street run, the training members who accompanied Old Ali disappeared one by one within just twenty minutes.

Those were all physically strong sparring partners, including future world champions.

But then, it just disappeared...

Finally, only old Ali remained, and he finally discovered the anomaly.

The lingering scent of wild animals assaulted my nostrils—

Despite being in a bustling metropolis, Old Ali began to suspect that his partners might have been attacked by wild animals...

At this moment, the "ghost" appeared.

The man more ferocious than a wild beast—Yujiro Hanma—stood right behind old Ali!

Compared to his previous opponents, Yujiro exudes a completely "different" presence!

Even in the ring, Ali, who rarely defends, made a significant move, resolutely taking a defensive stance for the first time!

"..."

After a brief probing punch, Ali's fist couldn't even touch Yujiro.

At that time, Yujiro revealed his purpose.

He wanted to see for himself what old Ali truly wanted to accomplish—a practical fighting style called "Muhammad Ali Style"!

That was Ali's true dream, a dream that none of the world's most famous athletes had ever discovered!

However, when facing the man named "Yujiro Hanma", Old Ali only threw one punch before being knocked down!

They're no match at all!

Instead of beating or humiliating Old Ali, Yujiro held Old Ali's hand tightly.

"Like this."

Old Ali gestured with his hand and smiled helplessly:

He said that the three-and-a-half-year ban I received for fighting against an unjust war and refusing to serve in the military hindered the improvement of my boxing skills.

"But it was precisely because of those three and a half years that he respected me."

"Ha, he actually shows respect to someone as clearly weak as me? How pleasing and frustrating..."

"Is this what they call refusing to admit defeat?"

Old Ali stared at the ceiling.

For some reason, perhaps influenced by the lively atmosphere of the "fighting center," Old Ali felt great and enjoyed chatting.

“I introduced Yujiro to Jr.—my son.”

"Yujiro said that he has sown seeds all over the world, and they may become good playmates with my son."

"I wanted to see it for myself, so I avoided the media and came to Tokyo secretly."

"Speaking of which..."

Old Ali looked at Bai Mucheng and suddenly thought, "As a fighter from the underworld, could you take off your clothes and let me see your body?"

Shiramu Cheng, of course, would not refuse.

He took off his training quick-drying short-sleeved shirt, revealing his bare upper body.

Each muscle is clearly defined and incredibly elastic.

The skin is covered with countless scars of all sizes. It is by no means delicate, but it is not unsightly, and it is not ugly at all.

"I see."

Old Ali exclaimed, "This is the beauty and awe you will experience when you step into a world that is about deciding who is the strongest."

Chapter 374 Poisoning of Willpower

"In the world of table fighting, no matter how hard you try, you can never obtain a body like yours."

Old Ali strolled leisurely.

"My son, my Jr.—that is, his second life—maybe he is now planning to challenge someone in this world full of powerful people?"

"Since losing to him, I no longer have the right to interfere with his choices."

As he spoke, Old Ali walked up to a "boxing speed ball".

Those are auxiliary devices used in boxing training to improve punching speed, reaction speed, and body coordination, among other things.