Super Fighting Tokyo.

After a muffled thud, Bai Mucheng stomped his foot on the ground, twisted his waist and hips, and threw a solid right hook.

Swish-!

Xiao Ali immediately leaned back to dodge, avoiding Bai Mucheng's punch.

It worked!

Seeing Bai Mucheng's fist swiftly pass in front of his face, Xiao Ali was overjoyed and prepared to change his move and launch a strong attack, clenching his fist and punching again.

But to his utter surprise—

Before he could finish his "backward dodge move," Shiramu Cheng started moving first.

【Charge with Fighting Spirit】!

Ode!

Bai Mucheng stepped forward, quickly cutting in, while simultaneously striking horizontally with the heel of his left palm.

Snapped!

The slap grazed Xiao Ali's jaw, causing his brain to shake violently inside his skull, and his eyes to roll upwards in a moment of daze.

here we go again……

So fast!

He made his move!

A jumble of thoughts flooded my mind, followed by a void.

...Thump!

Little Ali collapsed to the ground, his body limp and dazed.

"..."

Shiramu Cheng didn't notice anything; he was just thinking about the question from earlier.

It turned out to be the case.

The "frames" that exist within the process of making a move, taking effect, and finishing the move do indeed change depending on the specific action.

This principle seems simple, but to fully master the details requires years of practice, thousands of times.

If you can fully master it, you can touch the "Tao" within fist and foot techniques!

Once, the "Martial God" Yudi Dubu demonstrated to Bai Mucheng that his "ordinary fists and feet" were almost impossible to defend against, which was probably based on this principle.

Shiraki Sei uses the concept of "frame" to explain all of this, but Doppo's theory may not be the same as Shiraki Sei's.

We need to try more...

Shiraki turned around with delight, smiling broadly, and suggested to Xiao Ali, "Mr. Jr., how about we try a couple more moves?"

"..."

No one responded.

Bai Mucheng saw that there was no one in front of him. Looking down, he saw that Xiao Ali had fallen to the ground unconscious, and even saliva was drooling out.

Chapter 423 Son of God

a few days later.

Rito, the protagonist of "Razor's Edge," and Naoya Okubo, the "Fighting King," go to their favorite barbecue restaurant for a meal together.

During the meal, Rito talked about what happened a few days ago.

Even after all this time, Rito can still clearly remember the moment when Shiraki Cheng fought with Xiao Ali, and the question he asked Shiraki Cheng afterwards.

"Brother Shiraki said something really amazing to me!"

Rihito recalled:

"As long as you can act one step ahead of your opponent in terms of moves, then even if your moves are blocked or dodged, it's not a disadvantage."

"Consider defense and dodging as 'moves' as well, and engage in combat at this level!"

"As long as you strike first before your opponent finishes their defensive move, you can seize the opening and make your move effective."

Li Ren leaned back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest.

"—This understanding of fighting techniques is truly beyond imagination!"

"..."

"Hmm? You're asking what happened to Ali Jr?"

Rito waved his hand. "After that, he was carried into a car by the driver who had been following him and taken to the Tokyo Dome underground arena."

"And then..."

……

……

The middle-aged gentleman, acting as the driver, followed Little Ali, adhering to the principle of safely delivering all the contestants to the arena.

Therefore, just as Xiao Ali was knocked unconscious by Shiraki Cheng's punch and Shiraki Cheng was in distress, the middle-aged gentleman appeared in time and stopped the car on the side of the road.

"Mr. Shiraki, I will take care of Ali Jr."

"..."

Bai Mucheng nodded.

He knew very well that Little Ali wasn't seriously injured; at most, he would be unconscious for a while.

Therefore, whether you're heading directly to the arena to prepare for the match or need to get checked out at the medical room first, going to the Tokyo Dome basement is a convenient and good option.

"It's all up to you now."

"It's all what I should do."

The middle-aged gentleman picked up little Ali and placed him in the back seat of the car, leaning him against the seat to ensure he wouldn't be bumped or jostled by the bumps.

Little Ali's head was still tilted to the side, his eyes were glazed over and he was unconscious, and a drool was dripping from the corner of his mouth due to gravity.

Waaaaah!

The luxury car drove away.

While Rito was still in a daze watching this scene, he was eventually brought back to his senses by Shiraki Cheng's snap of his fingers.

Snapped!

Shiraki asked, "Brother Rito, wanna go watch the match in the basement of the Tokyo Dome? Baki Hanma is going to fight."

"...Oh! Okay, okay!"

Li Ren nodded quickly.

After such a long period of training, Li Ren has long realized his own shortcomings and has begun to take the initiative to change, even learning from the strong.

How could he possibly miss the match of Baki Hanma, the strongest boy on earth?

Rito scratched his head. "So, who is Baki Hanma going to fight?"

Shiraki Cheng extended his finger, pointing in the direction the black sedan had driven away, meaning "Muhammad Ali Jr."

The truth was clear, and he recalled the image of Little Ali, who was unconscious with his head tilted to the side, even drooling.

"They really have guts to fight that 'champion' against all odds, no matter what!"

"As a man, I have to admire him a little!"

……

……

Shiraki Shōwa and Rihito strolled and chatted, and bought some snacks along the way.

About an hour later, the sky began to darken slightly.

Tokyo Dome.

Using a dedicated elevator, Shiraki Seiwa and Rito descended to the sixth basement level, where the fighting arena was located.

As soon as you step out of the elevator, you can see groups of two or three spectators heading straight for the audience seats.

After passing through the spectator passage and walking straight ahead, Shiraki Shōwa and Rito arrived at the stands and took their seats at the very front of the field.

"..."

The combination spotlights on the roof were turned on, illuminating the entire arena as bright as day.

The audience filled every seat, almost completely filling the venue which could accommodate 1500 people, and bursts of noise filled the air.

"Whoa!"

Rito looked around and couldn't help but laugh, "As expected of the match between the [Champion] and Ali Jr., the venue is really lively!"

Bai Mucheng nodded in agreement.

At the same time, You Sha, Wu Fengshui, and Maruk—three members of the Fighting Soul Martial Arts School—also gathered around Shiramu Cheng to join in the fun.

Looking around, Baki's girlfriend Kozue, Tokugawa Mitsunari who brought up the showdown, and Jr.'s father, Old Ali, were all in different parts of the audience.

The spectators, eager for a fight, gradually grew heated.

"..."

About five or six minutes later, the audience was in place and the contestants entered the arena.

Qinglong direction—

Little Ali, wearing a towel-covered bathrobe, boxing boots, and with his hands wrapped in bandages, strode into the arena with a focused and serious expression.

He has clearly recovered from his coma and is ready to play.

It was obvious that there were still beads of sweat on his forehead, whether from warming up or from being a little nervous, it was hard to tell.