Super Fighting Tokyo.

He has short, spiky hair and a scar on the right side of his forehead.

His eyes were wide open, his fists clenched, and he grinned as he shouted, "It's going! It's going! It's going! It's going to be a boxing match! Ahhhhh!"

The sound was incredibly loud, even drowning out the introduction of the incense, and it was extremely powerful.

——【Roaring Fighting Spirit】Armored Tomb Sapain!!

"..."

She held the microphone further away to prevent it from shattering the sound system and to protect the audience's eardrums.

"As loud as ever, Mr. Sa."

"Hello, Sheath Incense."

Sapain raised his hand in greeting.

Sheka was a socialite within the Kengan Association and a longtime friend of Sapain; the two had an excellent relationship.

Sapain gave himself a thumbs up, "Please cheer me on today too!"

She Xiang sighed helplessly, "I'm in charge of the live broadcast today, so I have to keep things fair. Sorry, Sa."

"Oh, really? Well, there's nothing I can do then. You'd better finish your work properly."

Sapay understood and decisively stopped insisting.

In a sense, this passionate fighter was surprisingly reasonable and easy to talk to.

"...?"

However, Shea felt that Sapain was different today, unlike in previous matches.

"Anyway, keep it up, Mr. Sa. Mr. Gaolang is here to watch the game too."

Upon hearing this, Sapain nodded vigorously, looked at Gaolang on the sidelines, and clenched his fist. "Aha! Looks like I'm definitely going to win today!"

Sheath Fragrance added quietly, "...Although the other one is also a friend of Mr. Gaolang."

As she spoke, She Xiang turned to look at the other side of the ring, "For him, no matter what the audience and the host's inclinations are, he will definitely accept it gladly, right?"

Just as I was thinking this, the lights on the east side came on.

……

……

Crunch!

The passageway door was gently pushed open by a hand.

Barefoot and naked, wearing only shorts, with white bandages wrapped around his ankles, wrists, and fists.

Bai Mucheng slowly walked out from the middle.

He pushed his jaw with the heel of his hand, twisted his neck, making a crisp "crack" sound, his expression relaxed and leisurely, mixed with a hint of anticipation.

"The other side—is coming!"

Sheath Incense raised her right hand, gripped the microphone tightly, and shouted:

"It's here! The [Fighting Spirit] from the streets!!"

A powerful female voice resonated throughout the stadium.

"He kicked off the street fighting tournament! The way of fighting spreads beneath his feet!"

"Dare to attack? We'll fight you to the death!"

"Rising Dragon! Parry! Punch! Throw! Is this a display of skill or just empty showmanship?!"

"The ultimate expression of greed is a unique kind of carefree elegance!!"

"Look at those strong muscles! Look at that scarred physique! No one would question his 'resume'! So he must be 'skilled in all areas'!"

"Tell us, what is true power?!"

Swish!

Bai Mucheng clenched his right fist, raised it high, and gestured to the audience, drawing cheers from the crowd.

"—【Battle Spirit】Shiraki Cheng!!"

……

……

The lights on both sides went out.

The arena in the center was brightly lit!

"Please go to the middle."

Sheath Incense raised her hand, gesturing to the two fighters, who then stepped forward and stood facing each other.

Height 187cm, weight 103kg – Shiraki Sei;

VS;

Height 184cm, weight 88kg – Sapain;

Their eyes met.

Sapa clenched his fists, his piercing gaze fixed on Bai Mucheng, scrutinizing him from head to toe, and muttering to himself.

Ah, what a formidable opponent!

His body bears the marks of intense training, as well as numerous noticeable scars of varying sizes.

Hands, legs, limbs, chest, abdomen...

Your back must be covered in those too, right? The kind of pain that most people couldn't bear.

Even on the Kengan Arena, where strong fighters abound, this physique is quite remarkable, and he must have experienced "life-or-death battles".

But I'm the same way!

Sapa took a deep breath, about to shout, when he saw Bai Mucheng extend his right hand.

"Please give me your guidance, Sapain."

"..."

Sapain reached out and shook hands firmly with the other person. "Okay, bring it on!"

Sheath Incense said in a deep voice, "The two heroes shook hands before the match!"

"And in this competition, everything is permitted except for the use of weapons!!"

"Please return to your original position!"

"..."

Shiraki and Sapain turned around and walked back to the sidelines.

During the journey, Sapayin frequently punched and kicked, displaying great enthusiasm and drawing cheers from the audience, making him extremely popular.

"Go, Sapain!"

"Keep roaring in the ring, I'm rooting for you!"

"Burmese boxing is the most ferocious!"

"Don't lose!"

Compared to Shiraki Sei's "battles," Sapain undoubtedly enjoys immense popularity in the "Kengan" genre.

A Burmese man, thirty years old.

He is the biological son of "Pabaiyin," a famous fighter from the Showa era, and the younger brother of "Weipayin," a powerful fighter who suddenly passed away a few years ago.

Normally, they live and work as villagers in the "Dawn Village" of Kyushu.

Incidentally, since Sapain doesn't have a surname, he was given the same surname "Kaizuka" as the village chief for convenience.

"..."

Hearing the cheers from the audience, Sapain unconsciously clenched his fists, the veins on the back of his hands bulging.

Yes, we can't lose.

For the village, for the old man, for my brothers and sisters, for Dawn Village...

We absolutely cannot lose!

Sapain slowly raised his head, smiled at the audience on the sidelines, and said earnestly without raising his voice, "Yes, I will definitely win."

"...?"

After overhearing this sentence, Katahara Sayaka became even more convinced that Sapain was different from usual.

And on the other side-

The "God of War" Gaolang, who was watching the battle, couldn't help but click his tongue and feel a surge of displeasure.

He had initially thought this was just a heated argument, but now he could clearly sense that his old nemesis was not in a good state.

Gaolang frowned. "That idiot, is he going to insist on carrying something?"

"……I see."

Lie Haiwang understood. "Going out with a different mindset than usual might not necessarily have a good effect. Is that Burmese guy doing something he's not good at?"

Gaolang crossed his arms, remaining noncommittal, but silently thinking to himself:

Sapain, rediscover your peace of mind.

Otherwise, facing your opponent in this real battle, you absolutely wouldn't be able to hold on...

……

……

She Xiang went to the sidelines, raised her right hand, and gestured to the left and right.

"Ready?"

Her slender right arm fell with tremendous force, as if the air in the ring itself froze.