Super Fighting Tokyo.

This time, to stop the fear from festering inside him, Ali didn't retreat but instead aimed at the gap in Ghana's face.

Right now—

call out!

Little Ali throws a quick punch.

The next second, Gana suddenly lowered his body and crouched down, spreading his arms to grab and clinch Ali, dodging Ali's jab while holding him around the waist.

It turns out that Gana Aya didn't use striking techniques, but rather grappling and throwing techniques!

……

……

"Oh?"

Seeing this, Shiraki was somewhat surprised. "This is very similar to Okubo's 'hit-and-throw' style, which is to disrupt the opponent's rhythm and engage in combat in different areas."

"Hehehe, that's right."

Katahara Metsudo laughed and said, "Kano Aki watched your match with Okubo-kun—it was repeated hundreds and thousands of times, and he practiced day and night, and finally absorbed some experience."

"Absorbing nutrients and constantly evolving is precisely what makes Gana Ae a standout fighter."

……

……

"Drink up—!"

Ghana shouted loudly, grabbed little Ali by the waist, and slammed him backward, crashing him heavily to the ground with a loud thud.

"...!!"

Little Ali was thrown around so hard he grimaced, and even his eyes were trembling.

Gritting his teeth, he turned around on the ground and was shocked to find Ganaa running towards him.

Boom boom boom!

Ghana stomped his foot down, aimed at the chest and abdomen of the lying-on-side Ali, and delivered a powerful soccer kick.

Swish!

Little Ali pushed off the ground and kicked, sliding backward on the ground to narrowly avoid the kick.

But Ghana continued his pursuit, kicking and stomping the football repeatedly.

Swish swish!

Little Ali could only retreat repeatedly, rolling on the ground and kicking up clouds of dust as he struggled to dodge the opponent's deadly kicks, looking utterly pathetic.

One adjective after another flashed through his mind—

Tall, sturdy, strong, agile, and incredibly strong...

And it's powerful!

These words can all describe the "Fang of Annihilation" before us, but they are far from sufficient to describe his terror and ferocity!

Swish!

Ghana rushed forward first, grabbed Ali's trouser leg, pulled him backward, and then straddled his waist, completing the riding and subjugation.

"Hahaha……"

A stream of hot liquid flowed from Gana's mouth. Confirming that Little Ali beneath him was unable to move, he clenched his fist and swung it down repeatedly.

Thump thump bang bang bang!

Little Ali swayed left and right to dodge, but was eventually hit by a punch, followed by a series of punches to his face, with fists falling like raindrops.

Boom boom boom! ! !

He threw a dozen or so punches at once.

Then, Gana finally stopped, maintaining his riding dominance, pressing down with his left palm open, and raising his right fist tightly.

His gaze pierced through the disheveled hair and fell upon little Ali, who was lying on his back on the ground.

Little Ali, whose face was covered in blood, slowly opened and closed his cracked lips, and his exhausted arms showed signs of regaining strength.

Looks like they want to keep fighting...

Without the slightest hesitation, Gana continued his riding attack, each punch heavier than the last, grinning as he slammed his fist down.

Boom boom boom!!!

Chapter 408 The Boxer's Perseverance

The sandy ground at the construction site, though flat and comfortable to walk on, had never been maintained and was covered in dust.

Just stomping your feet on it will raise clouds of dust.

At that moment, Ghana was riding on Ali's waist, a sinister smile on his face, and he swung his heavy fist to smash Ali's face.

Boom boom boom!!!

The fists struck one after another, stirring up waves of dust that spread in all directions.

Splash...

After about ten seconds, the smoke finally dissipated, and onlookers were able to see the scene clearly.

Gana raised his right fist, but did not bring it down.

Little Ali, who was pinned down by him, had been beaten until his face was covered in blood, his nose was collapsed, and the back of his head was embedded in the sand, leaving a crater in the ground.

Little Ali's eyes were still open, but they were vacant, and one of his front teeth was broken.

"..."

Upon seeing this, Gana stopped laughing and put on his usual poker face.

The once neatly combed hair was now disheveled, with a few strands stained with blood stuck to his face, making him look somewhat messy.

He put down his fist, stood up, straightened his posture, and used his hand to smooth his loose hair back, returning to his usual appearance.

Through Katahara Metsudo's guidance, years of relentless training, and over a hundred intense battles in Kengan, Kano Aya has, to a certain extent, been able to control his inner violence.

He is also exploring ways to incorporate the "invisible" violence and the "martial" elements of various martial arts into his own methods.

It may be incredibly difficult and full of obstacles and thorns, but this is the powerful "path" that [Fang of Destruction] Kanao wants to take.

"..."

Gana looked down at the dazed Ali and concluded that the battle was over.

He then turned around, intending to go to the sidelines to put his kicked-off shoes back on.

But a few steps after Ghana walked away, little Ali stood up shakily, spat out the blood in his mouth, and gasped for breath while leaning on his knees.

His face was covered in blood, and he was sweating profusely from the pain, but he still didn't think the battle was over.

How could the mighty "Muhammad Ali Jr." possibly lose?

He wants to defeat Baki Hanma and become the No. 1 fighter...

With such ambition, there is absolutely no way I could possibly lose to the [Fang of Destruction] right before my eyes!

—That's what Little Ali thought.

"..."

Ghana asked calmly, "Don't you think it's over?"

Little Ali raised his eyebrows, trying to lighten his tone, "I always get back up after I'm hurt..."

"……I see."

Ghana nodded, then clenched his fists again.

The battle resumes!

Swish!

Ghana took a big step forward and charged toward Ali again, as if to throw a punch.

Upon seeing this, Xiao Ali's breathing became heavy, and he became extremely focused.

—Now!

He aimed for the gap between Gana's arms, cut in at a low angle from the side, and threw a right jab at Gana's chin, intending to knock him out in one blow.

The instant the fist touched Ghana's jaw—

"Hey!"

Gana-Ae revealed a sinister laugh again, instantly switching to a violent "invisible" state and turning his head.

call out!

Little Ali's fist grazed Ghana's cheek.

But Ganago's head was extremely flexible, almost like an "invisible slime," deflecting seven or eight tenths of the force of the punch.

At the same time, Gana's original movement did not stop; instead of throwing a punch, he launched a super-fast sweeping kick.

Whoosh—bang!

Ghana's left sweeping kick landed on the outside of Ali's right thigh.

With a muffled thud, Xiao Ali felt as if a giant cleaver had cleaved straight down on his right thigh.

The fibers of the sportswear were torn, revealing red and swollen skin underneath.

"—!?"

Little Ali was in so much pain that he grimaced and could only stand on his left leg.

"laugh……"