Super Fighting Tokyo.

He was dressed like a boxer, but instead of boxing gloves, he wore bandages, a common sight in underground fighting.

Swish swish swish swish.

Four burly bodyguards stepped forward, pressed down with their own weight, and each stretched out their hands to clamp down on Gaoran from the front, back, left, and right.

This confrontational state, similar to "clinching" in a boxing match, prevents the boxer from throwing punches and can be used as a means of restoring physical strength.

Prolonged clinching is considered passive play and usually requires the referee to forcibly separate the participants.

However, in underground fighting or street combat, there is no concept of a "referee".

How will Gaolang, the "God of War" who aims for "the ultimate in striking techniques," respond?

"..."

Shiraki admitted to watching.

Even when embraced by four burly men, Gaolang still had a pair of dead fish eyes.

The next moment—

Gaolang's gaze sharpened, and his muscles suddenly tensed, completing the technical movement of "throwing a jab".

The power of a heavyweight boxer is undeniable, and this time Gaolang's "explosive power" was obviously extremely strong, directly shaking off the four strong men.

"Wow!"

The burly men staggered backward, forced to release their embrace.

Boom!

With a muffled thud, Gaolang stomped the ground and charged forward, his steps so swift that he almost left a blur in his wake.

shhhhhhhh!

The left jab was thrown at super high speed, landing on each of the four burly men, and stopping right in front of their noses, leaving only a lingering gust of wind.

The burly men stared wide-eyed, recalling the jab that could smash a person's face, and broke out in a cold sweat with lingering fear.

"...Thank you for your guidance."

As bodyguards of the King of Thailand, they are all quite capable, but they are still far inferior to Gaolang, and are even gradually falling behind.

Gaolang is getting stronger!

"..."

Witnessing this, Shiraki Cheng smiled and exclaimed, "Amazing!"

Gaolang, however, showed no smugness, his expression remaining calm. "Relax, de-exert yourself, and throw a punch—that's common sense for boxers."

"But I never imagined that a 146-year-old boxer could train such a basic style of boxing to such a high level."

"Even if I could understand that kind of 'explosion' now, I simply couldn't do it."

"..."

Shiraki understood immediately, raising an eyebrow. "Ah, you watched that match too—Guo Haihuang, yes, Hanma Yujiro."

"How could I possibly miss it?"

Gaolang put on the towel cloak beside him, tied the belt around his waist to keep his muscles warm, and then tilted his head to indicate.

The two walked to the rest area on the sidelines and each sat on a small sofa.

Gaolang opened the kettle, moistened his mouth and lips, and looked Bai Mucheng up and down. "You look good. What brings you here?"

Shiramu Cheng scratched his head, "I've been practicing boxing lately, so I was hoping to get some enlightenment... or something?"

Gaolang tossed a bottle of water to Shiraki, teasingly saying, "Washing your face is fine, but forget about the initiation ceremony. It won't work on that hot-blooded idiot."

Shiraki Cheng grinned and said, "As expected, you knew I was going to compete against 'Sapane'!"

He rested his hands on his knees, rubbing his chin with his other hand. "I heard that you and him are very close, so I wanted to ask you about it."

Gaolang wasn't surprised. "That's just like you. To enjoy the fight, understanding your opponent is an important part of it..."

His temperature dropped a bit, so he gulped down a few mouthfuls of water.

"【Roaring Fighting Spirit】Armored Tomb Sapain—"

"Although I really don't want to admit it, he's my old nemesis, and it wasn't my intention to get to know him."

"That was a long time ago," Gaolang recalled.

"There is a small village on the border between Thailand and Myanmar that hosts an annual combat tournament between the two countries."

"I also participated in a competition as a representative of Thailand."

"At that time, I was only fifteen years old, and I was already invincible in China."

"And my opponent in the match is him—sixteen-year-old Sapain."

Gaolang crossed his arms.

“I grappled with him in the ring for a while, but the match wasn’t a fight to the death, so after I hit him on the forehead, the match time ended and the referee declared me the winner.”

"That match was the only one in my fighting career that I couldn't knock out."

"So to be honest, I think the game is still undecided."

"That hot-blooded idiot thought so too, but he was just too excited."

"First, he yelled 'Hey! Ahhh!' a few times, then exclaimed something like 'So hot! So hot! This is so exhilarating!'"

Finally, he even shouted without permission: "You are my nemesis... Ah!"

Gaolang pointed upwards, "There are about twenty-seven 'ah' sounds omitted here. In short, the sound was enormous and incredibly noisy."

“From that time on, he took it upon himself to regard me as his formidable rival.”

“After that, he would challenge me every now and then, and even crossed the border to come and find me.”

Gaolang let out a long sigh, his dead fish eyes looking even more helpless.

“It’s like one day I wake up in my high-rise apartment and find him inexplicably in my house—he climbed over the wall.”

"And when I'm taking a shower, he suddenly pulls open the curtain, as if he wants to have a showdown with me."

"Remember last time you were shopping with your girlfriend? He was looking for me all over the place, that's why I warned you to be careful of that Burmese guy."

"I never expected you would actually want to compete with him..."

Gaolang rubbed his temples, then changed the subject and chuckled, "...Heh, not bad either."

"Although he's an excited, noisy, hot-blooded idiot, his strength is genuinely formidable. You won't be bored sparring with him."

"..."

Shiraki leaned back on the sofa, listening to Gaolang's introduction, a slow smile spreading across his face. "Not bad, fantastic!"

……

……

At the same time.

An open space in the suburbs of Tokyo.

A young man with short, spiky hair is exercising here.

Height 184cm, weight 88kg.

He has wheat-colored skin, well-developed muscles, and a robust and muscular build.

There is a noticeable scar on the right side of his forehead, which was caused by the elbow strike of the "God of War" Gaolang many years ago.

It was none other than the old nemesis Gaolang had mentioned—[Roaring Fighting Spirit] Armored Tomb Sapain!

The weather was a bit chilly, but Sapain was only wearing a short-sleeved beach outfit and shorts, relying on his passion to ward off the cold, which was quite impressive.

"Hey ya ya ya ya ya!"

The signature battle cry erupts.

He was doing squats, followed by a barrage of punches and kicks, relentlessly striking.

He finally stopped when his clothes were soaked with sweat and he was completely exhausted, panting heavily as he gathered his strength for the next round.

"..."

Not far away, Yorizuka Mitsumitsu, the "village chief" of Dawn Village, was watching from the sidelines.

Dawn Village

It is an old resort covering more than 200 square kilometers, with about 400 permanent residents, some of whom are Burmese and from the same hometown as Sapain.

Planting, fishing, hunting, gourmet food, playing...

Yorozuka Mitsumitsu has spent many years transforming this place into a leisure resort with a wide variety of unique entertainment options.

However, due to adjustments in land policy, Toyo Electric Power planned to intervene, shut down Dawn Village, transform it into a "power plant," and expel the villagers.

Toyo Electric Power Chairman Katsumasa Hayami proposed the following conditions:

If you want him to let Dawn Village go, you must have Yorozuka Mitsumitsu obey your orders and use the Kengan Tournament to help him obtain the key card for the inner city.

"..."

Thinking of this, Yorozuka Mitsumitsu couldn't help but clench his fist.

This old man, who had already retired from the business world, simply couldn't accept that his former partner, Katsumasa Hayami, had fallen to such a low point.

But for the sake of Dawn Village and the villagers living there, Yorozuka Mitsumitsu had no choice but to obey.

"..."

Yorozuka Mitsumitsu paused, looked at the sweat-drenched Sapain, and said bitterly, "I'm sorry for dragging you into this."

Sapain's father passed away from illness many years ago. He had been a fighter in the Kengan Association before his death.

Five years ago, Sapain's brother, Wipain, also fought as a fighter from Dawn Village.

That godlike power remained vivid in Mitsumitsu Yorozuka's memory.

However, Wipain ignored Yorozuka Mitsumitsu's advice and continued the match at an unwise pace, ultimately dying in battle.

Yorozuka Mitsumitsu later learned that Wipain and his brothers' village in Myanmar was facing relocation.