Super Fighting Tokyo.

Wu Fengshui was in charge of riding the bike, and Bai Mucheng sat behind her.

When they left the city and secretly didn't wear helmets, the girl's short hair would be blown by the wind, allowing Shiraki Cheng to smell a pleasant scent.

The boy was holding the girl.

It feels great, like the tranquility of quietly savoring your physical state after a workout that leaves you completely exhausted, a warmth that even the autumn wind can't blow away.

"Great, fantastic."

"I like it too!"

The two chatted and laughed all the way as they approached their destination.

……

It was a neighborhood still under development, and relatively quiet.

To avoid disrupting the battle, Wu Fengshui parked his motorcycle two streets away and walked forward hand in hand with Bai Mucheng.

On the way, the two began to observe their surroundings.

Without a doubt, what Ali and Ghana are about to fight is a "street battle".

There were no conflicts of interest in the Kengan match, nor the cheers and applause of the Tokyo Dome underground fighting arena; instead, it was a real street fight!

"Hmm~!"

Wu Fengshui swung his arm, shaking Bai Mucheng's hand along with it, "Bai Mucheng probably doesn't like this kind of quiet street, right?"

Bai Mucheng grinned and said, "Yes, the so-called 'street' should be lively!"

"..."

As I walked, I happened to encounter two figures by the roadside.

It was none other than the Kengan Association's president, "Katahara Metsudo," his daughter, "Katahara Sakura," and another bodyguard in a black suit.

The old man was dressed in a traditional kimono, leaning on a cane, and had a cheerful expression.

She was not hosting today, so she was just wearing a sweatshirt, which, combined with her tanned skin and light blonde hair, gave her a sporty look.

Wu Fengshui and Qiaoxiang—two young girls—gathered together, chatting and laughing.

Shiraki looked around. "Isn't Gana Aya here? Did he go straight to the battleground?"

"Hehehe, even I didn't know that!"

Mie Tang chuckled and said, "I made special arrangements to let him do as he pleases tonight, since that 'Muhammad Ali Jr.' wants to fight a 'real battle'."

Bai Mucheng nodded in understanding.

"..."

As they spoke, the group walked together, and then two more figures emerged from the shadows.

They are two brothers.

The older brother has long, bright orange hair and a robust, muscular build, truly deserving of the name "super muscular."

The younger brother was slightly thinner, but equally strong, with long dark hair tied back, and sharp hands, feet and eyes.

It was the Hao brothers—Hao Hongye and Hao Angsheng.

They greeted the crowd, having also come to watch the battle, and heard Katahara Metsudo's words.

"Haha, tonight is really lively, by the way..."

Hao Hongye glanced around and laughed heartily, "One, two... if you have to be disturbed by at least seven spectators, can that still be considered a real battle?"

Although Hao Angsheng didn't say anything, he was smiling, clearly teasing her.

"..."

Just as Shiramu Cheng was about to speak about his street theories, he heard footsteps behind him, followed by a strange laugh.

Haha!

Everyone turned to look and saw a little old man wearing a beige trench coat and square-framed glasses—

[Martial Saint] Shechuan's unyielding spirit!

"The term 'street' naturally includes bustling areas, not just quiet places."

"The main reason we wanted to find a quiet place to fight was because we didn't want to be disturbed by the police!"

Shechuan laughed heartily and corrected Hao Hongye, "Besides, we're not spectators; we just happened to pass by while strolling around at night."

"When passersby walk by, it's also part of the 'real-world' experience, so they can only stop and watch!"

These words left everyone speechless.

They made way for the highly respected Master Shechuan to join them on their journey to the construction site.

"..."

At the next block corner, another "passerby" walked by.

They were a father and son from the Divine Heart Society.

【Martial God】Foolish Doppo, and, 【Karate Ultimate Weapon】Foolish Katsumi.

The father and son arrived by taxi and got off at this intersection. They intended to go directly to the construction site, but they heard a group of people chatting and laughing as they approached.

"Bystanders—aren't they just spectators?"

Yuji Doppo narrowed his eyes and chuckled slyly, "Master Shibukawa, you're good at sophistry, aren't you!"

Shechuan, hands on his hips, retorted jokingly, "Kid, go ahead and call the police!"

"..."

We walked another half a block.

The last two "passersby" in this actual combat appeared before everyone's eyes—

Tokugawa Mitsunari, and his bodyguards.

Since the street was quite empty, the sound could travel a long way, and Tokugawa naturally heard the discussion, so he joined in.

"This is what battle is all about!"

Tokugawa laughed and said, "No matter when or where, no matter where it happens, as long as a battle between strong people takes place, it will attract onlookers."

"These kinds of things have such a magical power that they make people unable to resist their curiosity."

"Will tonight's show be able to attract us 'passersby'? Hahaha..."

Tokugawa led the way.

……

……

Including Tokugawa's bodyguards, there were eleven people in total.

As they passed by the construction site, although they couldn't hear anything, they were naturally drawn to what was there and went inside.

……

……

On one side of the building under construction, there is a flat sandy area that has not yet been paved with tiles.

The sky was still dimly lit, but the construction site lights were already on, illuminating the area as bright as day, with no visual impact whatsoever.

Eleven passersby arrived first, enjoying the evening breeze that still carried the warmth of dusk.

Five or six minutes later—

Two figures appeared almost simultaneously from two different directions, moving forward as if taking a stroll, and finally met in this open space.

They remained silent, each moving their bodies in silence.

One of them was a young man wearing a black suit, with clearly defined muscles, slicked-back hair, and a serious expression.

201cm tall, 128kg – [Fang of Destroyer] Kano Akagi!

The other was a Black man with thick lips, a wheatish complexion, and a muscular build, wearing loose-fitting sportswear;

Standing at 190cm tall and weighing 100kg – Muhammad Ali Jr., a practitioner of Ali-style boxing!

"..."

Since it was a real competition, both of them were dressed casually.

Naturally, there was no changing process.

Ghana took off his suit jacket and loosened his tie, revealing his well-developed pectoral muscles that almost burst his shirt, so he took them off as well.

He then kicked off his shoes and went barefoot.

As for the trousers, although they are dress trousers, they do not have a belt but rather an elastic drawstring, and the fabric is also loose, so it will not restrict movement.

At the same time, Little Ali swung his fist in place, making a "whoosh whoosh whoosh" sound as he jumped, doing a temporary warm-up.

"..."

Little Ali glanced around and noticed the crowd of onlookers.

"Wow, so many people!"

"—And they are all top-notch 'heavyweights'."

Looking at those familiar faces, Little Ali smiled leisurely, raised an eyebrow at Ghana, and asked, "Aren't you nervous being watched by so many people?"

Before a professional boxing match, there is often a pre-match taunting session, which Ali is used to and occasionally enjoys saying a few words.

His words just now implied to Gana that he would be defeated by him in front of the audience, and that Gana should be mentally prepared.

But to his surprise, Ghana's expression was serious, and he answered with great seriousness.

"I won't."

Gana explained, "It's just a dozen or so spectators. I'm used to fighting under the watchful eyes of others, so it's fine no matter what."

Upon hearing this, Little Ali tilted his head and hummed in agreement.

He smiled, feigning concern, "Indeed, it's no problem for me, but for you..."