Super Fighting Tokyo.

"You little brat, you want to gamble, don't you?"

"Haha, after all, in Tokugawa's arena, there's only exhilarating combat, making people forget about gambling!"

The man then changed the subject, "However, Shiraki Cheng vs. Yokozuka Sapain also sounds pretty exciting."

Another person thought, "Come to think of it, their nicknames are quite similar."

"【Fighting Spirit】VS【Roaring Fighting Spirit】?"

"A street fighter who has won against formidable opponents versus a hot-blooded man with a 17-0 record? Not bad!"

"..."

With all sorts of expectations, the audience waited patiently.

What further heightened the anticipation was the commentary for this Kengan match—

Katahara sheath incense.

This beautiful woman with long, off-white hair, wearing a burgundy evening gown, and having a tan complexion, is the daughter of Katahara Metsudo.

Currently serving as the head of the activities department at the Quanyuan Association, he possesses excellent work ethic and professional skills.

"Everyone, please wait a moment!"

Sheath Fragrance's voice was passionate and loud, "Today's match is only one, but it's enough to make 'Soul' tremble. Please look forward to it—!!"

……

……

West side, contestant preparation room B.

The village chief of Dawn Village, Yorizuka Mitsumitsu, accompanied them here.

Meanwhile, Sapain, a fighter, was doing an extremely intense warm-up, alternating between push-ups and squats, his well-developed muscles radiating heat.

"Grandpa, just you wait and see!"

Sapain opened his eyes wide, bared his teeth, and roared.

Upon hearing this, Yorozuka Mitsumitsu smiled and nodded, but his previous worries remained, and even intensified, as he felt that something was amiss.

Sapain has already fought 17 matches in the Punchman tournament, but this time, carrying the fate of his village on his shoulders, his condition is clearly better...

Passionate?

Mitsumitsu Yoroizuka was unable to describe it.

He even considered discussing with Shiraki Cheng whether to obtain the "key card" first, and then talk about the competition.

But the idea was fleeting.

After all, Yorozuka Mitsumitsu would never do something that would insult Shiraki Sho, Sapain, the Kengan Association, or even everyone.

The old man's expression was complicated.

Sapa noticed this.

Although he always shouts and yells, he is by no means self-centered; on the contrary, he cares a lot about the feelings of his family and friends.

Swish!

Suddenly, Sapain stopped warming up, strode over to Yorozuka Mitsumitsu, bent down, and grabbed the old man's shoulders with his large hands.

"Hey, Grandpa!"

Sapain shouted loudly, waking up Yorozuka Mitsumitsu.

He held his breath, then tilted his head back and slammed his forehead hard forward, hitting Yorozuka Mitsuhiro on the top of his head—the wall behind him.

With a muffled "boom," a large crater was smashed into the wall, which trembled three times and cracks spread out from it.

Sapain grinned and roared, "I'm definitely going to win!!!"

"..."

Yorozuka Mitsumitsu paused, a relieved smile spreading across his face. He didn't mention winning or losing, but rather focused on Sapain himself. "Anyway, hope he leaves the ring safely..."

Sapain, "..."

He paused, and surprisingly, instead of yelling, he nodded seriously.

"Okay, don't worry, I'm going!"

……

……

On the east side, is contestant preparation room A.

Shiraki Cheng's hands, wrists, and ankles were already wrapped in bandages.

"call……"

He took a deep breath, clenched his hands a few times, then stood sideways and looked straight ahead.

His body, covered in scars, bulged with incredibly elastic muscles, possessing both explosive power and exceptional flexibility.

Punching and kicking.

Swish! Snap!

The force ranges from light to heavy, and the style continues to evolve, from karate to drunken boxing, and even wrestling and boxing...

It's absolutely dazzling!

But none of the onlookers—Wu Fengshui, Lie Haiwang, and Gaolang—felt that Bai Mucheng was showing off.

This is the kind of relaxed yet serious warm-up that Shiraki often does before a match.

Squeak~~~

shhhhhh!

Shiraki moved his feet and threw a series of jabs, slightly slower than Gaoran, but there was always a sense of unpredictable danger in them.

"call!"

Finally, Shiramu let out a long sigh of relief, jumped around a few times, and got ready to go on stage.

"Alright, let's go!"

He turned and headed towards the exit.

As Bai Mucheng passed by Wu Fengshui, he suddenly turned his head, bared his teeth at the girl, and made various different expressions.

He glared down, then looked back in astonishment, then looked up with disdain, then grinned broadly...

The girl was startled, her black-and-white eyes widening. She blinked a few times before finally regaining her senses, her eyes bulging with anger. [Liberation] was activated.

At this moment, Bai Mucheng had already left the rest room and embarked on his journey to the arena.

"..."

Seeing this, both Retsu Kaioh and Gaolang crossed their arms and tilted their heads, sighing, "That guy is really relaxed!"

Chapter 388 We Must Win

The stadium, front row of the stands.

The president of the Kengan Association, "Katahara Metsudo," had been waiting there for a long time.

The village chief of Dawn Village, "Yoritsuka Mitsumitsu," leaves the players' rest room to reunite with old friends, witnessing scenes along the way.

Lighting, environment, ring, and "host" Katahara Sayaka—

All of these thoughtful arrangements were observed by Yorozuka Mitsumitsu.

He couldn't help but exclaim to his old friend beside him, "Thank you for arranging this so formally, Mie Tang."

"Ho ho ho!"

Katahara Metsudo waved his hand and laughed, "After all, it's an interesting competition, and I won't just fool around."

Yoroizuka Mitsumitsu looked dejected. "Really... interesting?"

Mie Tang calmly said, "Old friend, since you've chosen to dedicate your aspirations to 'fist,' you should focus on the present moment."

Shiguang paused, his expression calming down a bit, "Yes, you're right."

click!

As the two were talking, the stadium lights suddenly went out.

Immediately, the lights on the west side were turned on, illuminating the gate.

"Everyone—"

Katahara Sayaka held the microphone in one hand and raised the other, her voice loud and enthusiastic.

"He's the first fighter to enter the arena!"

"Kengan Fighting's Number One Passionate Man!"

"Battle roar! Battle howl! This man always shouts!!"

"Today, this man's voice will resound throughout the Kengan ring!!"

"Height 184cm, weight 88kg!"

Kengan's record: 17 wins, 0 losses!

Before he could finish speaking...

A figure rushed out of the door, pushed it open with a bang, and sped up in a few quick strides, leaping into the air like an arrow.

Whoosh—thump!

The figure landed on its feet and was the first to arrive on the arena.

He had a wheatish complexion, was barefoot and naked, wearing shorts, a headband on his forehead, and a tassel armband on each of his upper arms.