Super Fighting Tokyo.

Ghana grinned menacingly, hot breath emanating from between his teeth, and then swept his right leg out, striking Ali's left thigh.

boom! !

This kick used the "invisible" technique, which was far less refined than the "martial" technique, but it was faster and more unpredictable, leaving Little Ali unable to dodge.

This is Ghana's fighting style!

Although he possesses a violent, beastly heart, he does not fight like a wild beast, nor does he blindly use the [Invisible] technique.

First, use the "invisible" technique to neutralize Ali's punch, then unleash a powerful whip kick in accordance with martial arts principles to break Ali's footwork.

This was not a sudden inspiration, but rather the result of Gana's thinking and evolution in battle after being repeatedly honed and trained countless times!

"...Huh!?"

Little Ali groaned in pain, sensing that Ghana's combo was about to come, but the excruciating pain in his legs rendered him unable to move.

Bang bang bang!

Ghana threw a barrage of punches and kicks, overwhelming Little Ali like a tsunami, forcing him to stagger backward and nearly dangling into the air.

—Thump! !

The final punch sent Little Ali flying backward, crashing heavily into the iron fence behind him with a loud thud.

Splash!

He was hanging by his arm through a gap in the railing, barely able to stand.

My left eyelid was swollen, several teeth were broken, and I had multiple bruises and bleeding all over my body. My clean sportswear had become filthy.

"I still...I..."

Little Ali, his eyelids drooping, held his breath and beckoned to Ghana, "Come on, hurry up, come and fight..."

That posture was like that of a boxer who had been driven to the brink of despair, clinging to the ropes at the edge of the ring, exuding the unique perseverance of a boxer.

"..."

Upon seeing this, Ghana paused for a moment.

Immediately, his ferocious smile vanished, and he sighed softly, "Ali Jr., you are truly an excellent boxer."

"but--"

Ghana changed the subject, "This isn't a boxing ring, a place where you can get cheers just by getting knocked down and getting back up."

"A comeback from a desperate situation does happen occasionally, but that's only part of the battle."

"Think you can win applause after 'stand and fight' through sheer willpower? Unfortunately, that's a luxury in real combat."

"The one who truly cares about the audience is not me, but you."

Gana ran her fingers through her hair, turned and left, leaving behind a whispered message.

"You've taught me all this—so, you might as well be a good opponent."

"..."

Watching Ghana's departing figure, little Ali's head was buzzing, and he couldn't hear anything clearly, so he only felt confused.

Why did he leave?

Ah, are they trying to run away? Then there's nothing we can do...

Little Ali collapsed, exhausted.

The outcome is decided.

……

……

Ghana vs. Mohammed Ali Jr.

Winner: [Fang of Destruction] Kanou Aka!

The onlookers witnessed this scene and watched it with great attention.

"..."

Tokugawa's bodyguards stepped forward to provide emergency treatment to Ali and called an ambulance to take him to the hospital.

On the other side, Gana put her shoes and clothes back on and walked back to the group.

"Ho ho ho!"

Katahara Metsudou chuckled and patted Gana Aya, praising, "To achieve such an overwhelming victory against that Mohammed Ali Jr., you fought beautifully!"

"No, sir."

Ghana's face was serious as he wiped the blood from his face. "Ali Jr. is a formidable opponent. This match wasn't exactly beautiful, and..."

Katahara Metsudou asked, puzzled, "Huh? And what?"

Ghana took the towel and wiped the blood and sweat from his neck. "Besides, although we gained something, this doesn't really count as real street combat."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Katahara Metsudo and Tokugawa Mitsunari—the two old men—exchanged a glance, both understanding each other perfectly.

Is that really the case?

Although Muhammad Ali's style of boxing is indeed spectacular, to the point that even "Yujiro Hanma" would take notice.

However, as the "second" Ali, his awareness as a warrior was far from sufficient.

This is not very noticeable in ordinary Kengan matches, but the problem becomes much more apparent when fighting against opponents of the "Fang of Metsudo" level.

From "boxer" to "warrior".

This is a difference in mindset and willpower, which only Xiao Ali can experience for himself; no one else can teach him.

"..."

Whoosh!

Gana took the water bottle, washed his face, and suddenly sensed something, turning his head to look at the distance beside him.

There, Shiraki Sei and Ho Ang-sei stood side by side, enjoying the cool night air, both with relaxed and carefree expressions.

Ghana said in a deep voice, "In my opinion, the state of those two people is what truly constitutes 'real combat'."

White wood supports and picks rise—

The two friends chatted and laughed, feeling that the weather was great and the timing was perfect.

Chapter 409 The Real Battle on the Arena

The battle is over.

A private ambulance that was waiting outside arrived, and doctors lifted little Ali onto a stretcher and transported him to the hospital.

Ghana is taking a break.

Meanwhile, Shiraki Sei and Ho Ang-sho, who were on the sidelines, continued to look at the empty battlefield and talk about the battle that had just taken place.

"..."

Shiraki crossed his arms and said, "Ali Jr., you had a great boxing match."

Hao Angsheng put his hands in his pockets and couldn't help but smile. "Indeed, to be able to stand and fight continuously in the face of the fierce attacks of [Fang of Destruction] is truly full of boxing spirit."

Shiraki added, "Therefore, it is precisely because of the incorporation of boxing style that Ali Jr.'s understanding of combat is too complex."

"Fight? That sounds too serious. Wouldn't 'battle' be a more appropriate term?"

Hao Angsheng pursed his lips and said, "Gana, yes, Ali Jr. - because the two sides have different understandings, it is just an ordinary 'interspecies combat' and can't be considered a fight."

“You can tell this from the smell at the scene.”

Hao Angsheng pointed to his nose.

What is power?

"This simple question should not be complicated; it should be answered in the simplest way possible."

"..."

Bai Mucheng nodded and asked, "The two of us agreed to a street fighting match?"

"indeed."

Hao Angsheng flexed his fingers. "The so-called 'street fighting' means that you can start a fight anytime, anywhere."

"Whether it's just met, having a pleasant chat and meal, or even just a spontaneous moment, it can happen anytime..."

Bai Mucheng gave a helpless wry smile, "Brother Hao, we're not death row inmates. Let's avoid causing trouble or disturbances for others."

Gao Angsheng grinned and said, "Of course, we can find a suitable place together!"

"..."

The two stood side by side, exchanging words in a friendly tone, but their words and aura exuded a fierce fighting spirit that almost distorted the air.

Such an atmosphere naturally attracted the attention of the group of people in the circle not far away.

Katahara Metsudo raised an eyebrow. "Heh heh, looks like tonight's going to be long. Luckily, I don't have the habit of going to bed early."

Tokugawa Mitsunari was extremely excited.

The little old man who runs the Tokyo Dome underground fighting arena quickly ran up behind Shiraki Seiwa and Ko Angsheng.

Even when pressured by the will to fight, Tokugawa remained unconcerned.

"Shiroki! Pickaxe!"

He clenched his fists, sweating profusely with excitement, and exclaimed, "Are you two going to fight here? Now???"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Bai Mucheng and Hao Angsheng both thought about it seriously, and finally shook their heads at the same time.