Super Fighting Tokyo.

Yingchu still wore that neurotic, faint smile. "I asked you to get the equipment, why did it take you so long? I thought you had fled to avoid punishment."

Yoshizawa Kokomi was panting heavily, clearly having run all the way there. "Doctor, there's a bit of trouble."

Surrounded by people from the underworld, Kokoro didn't beat around the bush.

"Someone is going to start a fight in the hospital room."

"..."

Hearing this, Yingchu was stunned for a moment. "What? Just call security for this kind of thing."

Kokoro shook her head. "The two who are about to fight are celebrities. Even the hospital director doesn't dare to make a move, so he hopes the doctor can step in."

"celebrity?"

Everyone was stunned upon hearing this.

Especially for Yingchu, the most famous person he could think of was probably Ali Jr., who had just been hospitalized for the second time.

……

……

Shiraki Sei, Eicho, Oma, and Yamaichi Kazuo.

The four of them followed Xinmei to the private VIP ward on the top floor.

Upon arriving at the ward, we found the door tightly closed.

"Let's wait and see. Perhaps celebrities don't like being disturbed."

Yingchu called to the crowd and quietly peeled off a wooden board from the wall, revealing a small window specifically for peeping, which was also a special one-way mirror.

"Don't worry about it, after all, we need to keep an eye on the patient's condition in real time."

Yingchu explained it this way: "Nobody really believes it."

Through the small window, Bai Mucheng saw two familiar faces.

Mohammed Ali Jr., and his great father, Mohammed Ali.

"Yes, it's me..."

Yamashita Kazuo couldn't help but swallow.

Wang Ma noticed that the father and son were standing facing each other, and that the old Ali was wearing a towel bathrobe and boxing boots.

Even his hands were wrapped in boxing bandages!

In contrast, little Ali's head had just been bandaged, his teeth had just been filled, and there were still obvious abrasions on his skin.

Wang Ma was somewhat surprised. "Is this the father looking for a fight with his son?"

"..."

Inside the ward, Xiao Ali had the same question.

"Father?"

He looked bewildered at Old Ali. "You suddenly came here, and then had all the beds and equipment removed, leaving only an empty room. What is the purpose of all this...?"

Before he could finish speaking, Old Ali interrupted, "--Fight."

Little Ali was taken aback. "Huh? A battle...you...? With whom?"

Old Ali said seriously, "With you, Jr., the rule is—no gloves required."

Upon hearing this, not only Little Ali, but also several people outside were stunned, unable to understand what Old Ali meant by saying this.

Yingchu stroked her chin. "I remember, Ali himself should have Parkinson's syndrome, right? But looking at his current condition..."

"..."

Old Ali couldn't wait any longer, "Are you ready?"

Little Ali was sweating profusely. "Wait a minute, Father, this is a precious moment for us to reunite after so long. Fighting... are you out of your mind?"

"It is precisely because we are father and son that we must take action."

Old Ali said solemnly, "Five years ago, I took you as my opponent, but I was careless and lost. I was defeated by you, a mere teenager."

Little Ali frowned. "Don't try to be brave. Father, you'll already be over fifty by then."

Old Ali, however, didn't take it seriously, saying, "The act of one person defeating another has nothing to do with age."

"Moreover, this is even more true if the two parties are father and son."

"That defeat only proves that I was too lazy and negligent at the time."

"..."

Little Ali was a little unhappy. "You mean, you're not slacking off now, right?"

"Ha ha……"

Old Ali recalled slowly, "It really has been a long time since I've felt like this."

"The training boots, weighing two kilograms and placed deep in the warehouse, were already covered in dust."

"I put it on and started training, but I was slow and it wasn't even cross-country running; it was more like cross-country walking."

"—I'll start with walking."

"It took three months, a full quarter of the time, before I could run again."

"In addition, there are also sandbag hitting exercises, pear ball training, and rope skipping exercises..."

"From walking training to sparring with former partners, it took a total of 18 months, a year and a half."

"It took me nine times longer than my active career to get back to where I am now."

"...It was a really long time."

"..."

Upon hearing this, the people outside the room widened their eyes.

Yingchu, in particular, couldn't help but laugh and said, "So that's how it is. I knew he wasn't feeling well."

"Truly worthy of being called the greatest boxer of the 20th century, he not only fought against tyranny, but also against age and disease..."

"..."

Little Ali paused for a moment, then said, "That's true, Father, but I'm still injured. My nose was just broken and needs to be corrected, so I'm sorry..."

"It's truly a pity!"

Old Ali spoke first, "I never expected my son to be such a coward."

"I was actually afraid of an elderly man who was over sixty years old and had been diagnosed by doctors with multiple illnesses."

What is MartialoArts?

"No matter when, no matter where, no matter with whom—"

"This is martial arts!"

Old Ali raised his hand and waved it, looking at Little Ali, "And you, shamelessly used being in poor condition as an excuse to skip it..."

"Aren't you ashamed?!"

Old Ali snapped at him and turned to leave, "You can continue to rest. I didn't waste these five years fighting cowards."

"..."

Old Ali walked to the door.

Suddenly, Little Ali took a deep breath and said angrily, "Please wait, I'm going to fight!"

"Huh?"

Old Ali turned around and said, "That's a really manly statement, not at all like your usual timid self."

"shut up!"

Little Ali has already started to move.

Even though the person in front of him was his father, the fact that he was called a coward repeatedly made Ali angry.

I will never let you call me that again!

call out!

Little Ali lunged forward, throwing a lightning-fast right jab.

The next second—

Wow!

Old Ali swung his left hand with great force.

This great boxer actually used a powerful slap to strike Ali squarely in the face, sending him flying.

Doom!

Little Ali lay on his back and fell to the ground, feeling dizzy all over.

His brows furrowed, and he couldn't help but tremble all over.

A top-notch soup made by a master chef can conjure up images of various ingredients in your mind with just one sip—that's what's called "persuasiveness."

Now, he was struck by his father's palm...

What a convincing blow!

How much rigorous and cruel training did my father, who should be quite old, undergo in the past five years to recover to this level?

"..."

Old Ali took off his bathrobe, revealing his slightly overweight body with well-defined muscle contours.

Seeing this, the people outside also felt the same "convincing power".

One after another, they couldn't help but clap their hands, sincerely applauding and celebrating this great boxer who had fought so hard all this time.

*Slap slap slap slap slap*...