Super Fighting Tokyo.

"Both sides were aware of the situation, and both sides did their best—you agree, right, Hanma Kaioh!"

These words surprised not only the people on the screen, but also Yujiro.

Guo Haihuang, however, remained completely calm.

"Although the grand tournament to determine the 'Sea Emperor' has not yet been held, the birth of the 'Sea Emperor' title will not be affected by a mere competition."

"A title is created because there is a person, not necessarily because a title must be associated with a person."

Guo Haihuang looked at Yujiro.

"I, Guo Haihuang, acknowledge you. You can hold your head high and proclaim your name 'Fan Ma Haihuang' without anyone objecting!"

"—That's what I originally intended to say."

"But in this world, no one dared to have a problem with you from the very beginning."

"..."

Despite listening to Guo Haihuang's words, Yujiro remained calm.

There was neither the mockery and disdain for boxing techniques during the day, nor the contempt for the name "Sea Emperor".

He was simply stating a fact.

Let me state a fact as believed by Yujiro Hanma.

"Among all those in this world who risk their lives for martial arts, only one person is permitted to call himself the Sea Emperor."

"Even if I defeat you—defeat Guo Haihuang—no one will recognize me or grant me the title of Haihuang!"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Guo Haihuang chuckled and tilted his head, correcting him, "You didn't defeat me!"

Yujiro remained noncommittal, leaving behind a faint smile, "Ha! He really is a stinky old man!"

He turned and left, casually replying, "I appreciate your kindness!"

Tap, tap, tap...

Yujiro walked away.

Just as he was about to step off the arena, Guo Haihuang called out, "What a monster!"

Yujiro turned around.

Guo Haihuang beamed with joy, his face crinkling with wrinkles, and happily suggested, "Let's fight again in a hundred years!"

"..."

Yujiro didn't reply, but instead raised the corners of his mouth in a smile that was extremely rare.

Clearly, the strongest creature on earth liked this agreement very much.

He turned and continued walking.

The back muscles are clearly defined.

At the same time, with his left hand in his pocket and his right hand with four fingers together, he gently waved it diagonally downwards, which looked like both a hand chop and a farewell wave.

Looking at that retreating figure, joy also appeared on Guo Haihuang's aged face.

This old man would also like to be addressed like that just once—

The strongest creature on earth!

……

……

This grand arena—

The grandest event that is set to happen should be the grand arena tournament to determine the strongest title, "Sea Emperor".

As a result, before the once-in-a-century grand arena competition could even begin, another epic battle of unparalleled caliber was about to unfold.

In the end, the battle ended without a clear winner.

But the audience members who witnessed it maintained a lighthearted mood, their faces beaming with joy.

Everyone's heart is filled with immense satisfaction at this moment!

……

……

Dinner is over.

The crowd dispersed one after another, each returning home.

Looking at the calendar, Arisa realized it was her turn to be in charge of the big cleaning this week, so she directed Maruk to help clean the living room.

The battle was so intense that everyone forgot to drink tea, and of course, they didn't eat any snacks.

In addition, the guests who visited were all celebrities from all walks of life, and each of them was of extremely high quality, so no stains were left behind.

Therefore, the one who most needs to be cleaned up is actually his own older brother, Bai Mucheng.

He was still lying paralyzed on the ground.

Arisa: "..."

She directed Maruk to lift her older brother up and plant him on the ground, then she and Maruk mopped the floor together to clean up the sweat.

Shiramu Cheng felt a little embarrassed, so he also offered to help.

Unfortunately, he was still sweaty, and every step he took spilled a few drops, turning the gauze red. Maruk then threw his older brother into the bathroom.

Shiramu Cheng: "..."

Unable to refuse such hospitality, Bai Mucheng took a refreshing bath, feeling warm all over.

After changing into casual clothes, she dried her hair with a towel as she walked out of the bathroom, returned to the living room, and slumped onto the sofa.

"Ugh~~~~!"

Bai Mucheng stretched vigorously, reflecting on today's spectating and training, feeling relaxed and indescribably happy.

Yusa, who was cleaning the living room: "..."

Although there's nothing wrong with the logic of dividing household chores, it's a little annoying that my older brother is so leisurely.

Bai Mucheng narrowed his eyes. "Not bad, fantastic!"

At this moment, Wu Fengshui popped his head out from behind the sofa, slumped against the back of the sofa, blinking his heterochromatic eyes with black background and white pupils, and grinning.

The girl squinted her eyes. "Not bad, fantastic!"

Shiramu Cheng: "..."

Bai Mucheng: "This is bad, something's not right!"

He was about to get up when the girl pressed down on his neck.

With the 28% efficiency unlocked, the blood vessels around his eyes bulged, his strength increased, and he grabbed Bai Mucheng's collar firmly, dragging him off the sofa.

The two of them disappeared from the living room and went upstairs...

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The next day.

As usual, Shiramoto gets up at the same time.

He put on his sportswear, warmed up on the street outside the courtyard, and then began his morning run, choosing a new route.

The road wound its way around several times, stretching for about 25 kilometers, before heading straight for a private boxing gym.

The battle against [Roaring Fighting Spirit] Armored Tomb Sapain is imminent.

Therefore, today, Shiramu Cheng was in the mood to visit that old friend, who was also Sapain's old friend and the one he considered his destined enemy—

【Battle God】Gaolang Unsavardo.

Chapter 386 Passion

Tap, tap, tap, tap...

Bai Mucheng ran at a steady pace along the street.

Until the sun rose and the sky was fully bright, I had worked up a comfortable sweat.

He arrived at his destination—

A privately owned boxing gym, which is also the temporary residence of "Fighting God" Gaolang Unsavard in Tokyo.

"..."

Outside the boxing gym, several burly men in suits were stationed, all of whom were bodyguards of King Ralma XIII of Thailand.

But Shiraki Cheng was a familiar face, and the two sides had met many times before, so the bodyguard did not stop them even though there was no appointment.

……

……

Entering the boxing gym.

Lamar was probably busy with something else; he was nowhere to be seen.

Inside the training room, [Battle God] Gaolang had just finished his morning warm-up and was about to begin his daily combat practice.

Several burly bodyguards, dressed in training uniforms, were ready to serve as sparring partners.

When Shiraki arrived, he raised his hand to signal to Gaolang, without interrupting him. Instead, he found a towel to wipe his sweat and started doing flexibility stretches on the sidelines.

Gaolang didn't mind his friends watching and continued practicing.

He was barefoot and naked, with his long hair tied up over his left shoulder, wearing only a pair of shorts.