Super Fighting Tokyo.

He only felt a little short of breath.

After taking a few deep breaths, Xiao Ali tried hard to convince himself.

This is exactly what he longed for!

According to that "Tokugawa Mitsunari"—

This time, perhaps because the location was set at the "Giant Dome Arena," Baki Hanma directly accepted his duel challenge and even said he would fight with all his might.

Without uttering a single objection, they readily agreed.

As the champion of the underground arena, this is only to be expected!

"..."

Little Ali suddenly wanted to laugh.

If I had known it was this simple, if I had known that Baki Hanma would accept all the challenges in the "Arena," then I should have...

No.

Thinking of this, Xiao Ali shook his head, pursed his lips, and denied his naive idea.

That Baki Hanma—is widely recognized as the strongest boy on Earth!

If it were me before my losing streak, having only won a few offline fights, there would be absolutely no way I could defeat him in a duel!

"Underground fighting" alone is not enough...

We must have real street fighting!

You must fight with the mindset of "killing in real combat"! Otherwise, you won't win!!

"..."

—That must be it, right?

Little Ali continued walking along the street.

Before the sweat on his cheeks could even drip down, it suddenly bounced up, detached from Little Ali's skin, and fell to the ground.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out that Little Ali had started to tiptoe and hop.

Swish! Swish! Swish...

This is similar to the warm-up he used to do, except that the location is different and the mindset can be aimless.

Gradually, Little Ali even started twisting his waist, pretending to throw a punch, in order to get his joints and muscles hot.

What am I doing?

Is this a warm-up?

Xiao Ali slung his gym bag over his shoulder and began to move forward, jumping and punching as he did so, feeling the sweat dripping from his skin and soaking his clothes.

Is what I'm doing considered routine? Is it even considered real-world practice?

Xiao Ali's actions became increasingly intense, even attracting the attention of passersby who began to whisper among themselves.

"athlete?"

Are you warming up?

"Are you going to a competition?"

"..."

Little Ali didn't hear those words, but the questions in his heart grew stronger—

Is what I'm doing now even considered a battle?!

When I open my door again, will I still be able to calmly walk out onto the street and face the unknown as before?

"..."

The more Xiao Ali pondered it, the more terrifying it seemed, and he gradually sank into the quagmire of "street combat".

A man walking towards you suddenly throws a punch—what to do?

The woman holding a baby beside you is actually secretly hiding a dagger—what to do?

At the next intersection, burly men will surround me—what should I do?

What if... what if...

Little Ali was in turmoil, glancing left and right, and even starting to act out of character, which confused the passersby around him.

But Little Ali no longer cared about saving face.

At that moment, he felt that a fight could break out on the street at any time!

I don't know when it started, I don't know who my opponent is, or even what I'm going to face!

"Huh...huh...huh..."

Little Ali's breathing became increasingly heavy, feeling as if the whole world was against him, and he was exhausted!

……

……

Meanwhile, on the street across the road.

Rito, nicknamed "Razor's Edge," was strolling around town as usual. With nothing to do, he decided to find an opportunity to strike up a conversation with a pretty girl.

He spotted Little Ali from afar.

Although the two had never met in person, Rito frequented the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall and had heard about "Ari Jr." from there.

"……what?"

Li Ren noticed that Xiao Ali was jumping and punching, but it wasn't a warm-up; there was a clear sense of restraint and control.

"This guy is acting strange, what is he going to do?"

Turning around and continuing along the same path, Rito bumped into an acquaintance at the next street corner—

White wood support.

What puzzled Li Ren even more was that although Bai Mucheng saw him and even raised his hand to greet him, he felt that Bai Mucheng was acting strangely.

If I had to describe it—

The feeling was as if every step Shiramoto Cheng took was firmly planted on the street, as if it could unleash brilliant paint, possessing a unique vitality.

"...!?"

Unconsciously, Li Ren broke out in a cold sweat.

He knew that Shiraki Cheng in front of him was a friend, and someone with a universally acknowledged good character, but he couldn't help himself and subconsciously prepared for battle.

Only after watching Bai Mucheng leave did Li Ren finally relax.

"Brother Shiraki, what's going on...?"

……

……

Shiraki Seito greeted Rito but didn't think he was anything special.

He was just strolling around the streets, passing by by chance, maintaining his daily routine, and casually pondering random things.

For example—what is combat?

While I was also thinking about what my own "way of fighting" really is, I was also pondering.

"..."

Although I had discussed a similar topic with Tokugawa shogun at the Tokugawa residence not long ago, it was only a preliminary discussion and we need to continue to explore it further.

frame--

That is the smallest unit that I can currently explore within techniques and skills, and it is also the key to creating an "advantage".

How should we fight?

That's really interesting, I'll have to find a chance to try it out...

"..."

As Bai Mucheng thought this, a smile unconsciously spread across his face, and he continued walking forward.

He also noticed that about ten meters ahead, Xiao Ali was walking towards him, his face covered in sweat, as if he had been warming up.

at the same time--

Little Ali also saw Bai Mucheng.

"Gudu..."

Xiao Ali swallowed hard, unable to contain his nervousness, and a question arose in his mind:

Will he call?

If he doesn't fight...

Should I call?

Are you suggesting I take the initiative and fight that Shiraki Jun who's walking right in front of me?!

"..."

As they pondered, Shiraki Cheng and Xiao Ali walked towards each other, getting closer and closer.

coming……

Within firing range!

Xiao Ali's gaze was fixed, his expression serious, and he felt as if his breath had stopped for a moment, until finally, in the instant his eyes met Bai Mucheng's—

call out!

Little Ali swung his left jab straight at Shiramoto's jaw.

Shiraki saw it clearly, so he was able to react and slightly raise his shoulder to block, using his deltoid muscles to steadily receive the attack.

boom!