Super Fighting Tokyo.

Old Ali leaned back on the sofa and muttered, "In such a short time, he suffered two defeats, losing to Gana in the ring and to this King Ma on the street."

Upon hearing this, Bai Mucheng was somewhat surprised, "You even know about the battle that just took place?"

Old Ali explained, "The hospital's director and investors are both my fans, so they messaged me after Jr was hospitalized for the second time."

"..."

At this point, the door to the tea room was suddenly pushed open.

It turned out that Little Ali, who had been re-bandaged, had woken up again and was hearing people talking outside the door.

Little Ali smiled helplessly and said, "Father, you know so much about this, yet you still challenge me?"

"Because I can't lose!"

Old Ali grinned, looking nothing like a great man, even a bit like a playful rascal.

"The man I've considered a thorn in my side for the past five years has been beaten into a concussion, leaving him in a daze. How could I possibly let this opportunity slip by?"

"..."

This scene left everyone else speechless, feeling that it was truly a rare sight.

But Little Ali knew his father's personality and sighed helplessly, "When I accepted your challenge, you had your back to me, and you must have had this same smile on your face, right?"

"Huh?"

Old Ali paused for a moment, then rubbed his face sheepishly.

He watched as Xiao Ali walked over and sat down on the sofa, then suddenly suggested, "You've done enough; you can quit if you want."

Little Ali tilted his head.

Ali continued, "You have taken what I have been working on to complete—all-around boxing—to another level, and I am very grateful to you."

"However, I also want to liberate my son from this world of 'determining who is the strongest,' and this is my genuine love for my son."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Ali remained silent for a moment, but ultimately shook his head.

Who is stronger?

"—Such a simple topic, yet its content is unfathomable, and there are many researchers involved. I do not intend to give up."

"You're the same; you'll do anything to beat your son, doesn't that prove the game's appeal?"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Old Ali said no more, as if he were waiting for something.

About ten minutes later, another visitor arrived—

Tokugawa Mitsunari.

The operator of this underground arena came specifically for Ali Jr., but he never expected to run into so many acquaintances here.

"Haha, this is really lively!"

Tokugawa greeted everyone, then looked at Little Ali and asked, "So, even now, you still want to fight Baki Hanma?"

"……Yes."

Little Ali nodded seriously and replied solemnly, "Now, I will never give up!"

Chapter 421 Stepping onto the Streets

Inside the tea room.

"Now, I will not give up!"

Little Ali spoke with utmost seriousness, as if he were making some kind of vow.

Upon hearing this, both Wang Ma and Shiraki Cheng turned their heads.

They were initially drawn to Little Ali's words, but their gazes involuntarily fell on Old Ali, simply because his expression was so peculiar.

At this moment, old Ali had his back to his son to avoid being seen.

His lips parted wide, revealing his white teeth, as if he was trying to suppress a laugh, but due to excessive force, even his face was pressed together.

He had a sly grin on his face no matter how you looked at it.

"..."

Tokugawa looked at Little Ali, "Is that so? You want to face the strongest brat—Baki Hanma? Do you have the courage to fight that monster?"

Before Little Ali could respond, Old Ali spoke first.

"No, forget it, Mr. Tokugawa, he doesn't have that kind of courage."

Old Ali turned around, his previous sly smile gone, replaced by a serious expression, determined to continue his provocation.

"He'll probably put a lot of thought into coming up with a clever reason that no one can criticize, to properly reject you, right?"

"Because of injury, because of fever, or wanting to wait for the right time... there are countless reasons to avoid battle."

"..."

the other side.

Wang Ma and the others clearly saw the changes in Old Ali's expression.

Wang Ma couldn't help but laugh, whispering, "This 'Ali' himself is much more interesting than the news reports..."

Yamashita Kazuo swallowed hard. "Haha, still respectable, but the way he shows respect doesn't feel very serious."

Shiraki Seiya also agrees with this.

Stripped of his divine aura as a "boxer," Muhammad Ali was essentially a super-powerful warrior.

As the founder of the "Ali-style" fighting technique, he naturally wanted Ali to go all out and fight Baki Hanma in the ring.

This was also a promise he had made to Yujiro Hanma.

"..."

Little Ali probably knew that these were all provocations from his father.

But he did not give up.

"I will indeed avoid reckless and reckless battles, but I will not make up any excuse to deceive others."

"At least, I hope to show my sincerity to Mr. Tokugawa, who came specifically to see me, and prove it to you in this way."

Little Ali clenched his fist and said in a deep voice:

"Mr. Tokugawa, you have high expectations of me, and I will certainly respond to you with all my might!"

"—This is what my father taught me."

"..."

Upon hearing this, even Old Ali was stunned.

He had indeed anticipated that his son would fight Baki Hanma.

But he never expected that Jr would suddenly say something like, "This is what my father taught me."

How should I put it?

As a father, I was unexpectedly moved.

"..."

Ali took a deep breath. "The Kengan Match is over."

"Next up is street fighting! I'm ready, whether it's against Baki Hanma or anyone else!"

……

……

On the hospital rooftop, everyone witnessed a good show.

Although it was just a matter between Ali and Baki Hanma, for Shiraki Sei, it was also part of his street adventure.

Four days later, at the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall.

Shiramu Cheng's eye injury is recovering well, and the bandages have been completely removed. He will be able to go out without wearing sunglasses tomorrow.

Two days prior, he had already resumed his daily exercise routine and was gradually increasing the intensity.

Inside the courtyard, at the practice field.

Shiramu Cheng was wearing a shirt and shorts, sunglasses, and barefoot on the sand. Heavy sandbags hung on a shelf in front of him, secured with chains.

"call……"

He took a deep breath and began to punch and kick, while moving his feet to practice compound striking techniques.

Bang! Bang bang bang!

A series of muffled thuds erupted.

The sandbags, which were originally firmly fixed to the frame, were shaken violently by the white wood, and their smooth surfaces became distorted.

Finally, with a powerful punch from Bai Mucheng, the iron chain connecting the sandbags could no longer withstand the strain and snapped open with a "crack".

Swish!

The sandbag flew backwards.

But just as it fell, Shiramu Cheng's left hand grabbed its skin and lifted it upwards.

Whoosh!

The huge 150kg heavy sandbag was flung upwards by the white wooden support, suspended horizontally in the air, about two meters off the ground.

Bai Mucheng planted his left foot on the ground, rotated his right leg and kicked upwards, fully utilizing the flexibility of his waist and abdomen, and drew a circle in the air with the sole of his foot, demonstrating explosive power.

Jamie's Sunny Legs!

boom!