Super Fighting Tokyo.

“Mr. Kebar, and little brother Shiraki…”

"While you guys were arguing about territorial disputes, I got so bored that I went for a stroll in the underground district and made those guys obedient to me."

"Going underground is faster because there are no messy buildings."

Oliva raised an eyebrow and glanced at Kebar and Shiraki.

"I heard that you two came to the inner city because you wanted to fight me?"

Chapter 461 The Cutest in the World

The sudden appearance of Oliva in [The Unbound] was another kind of shock.

Simple, direct, muscular, POWER!

With his world-class muscles, he forcefully tore open a military-grade steel gate, truly embodying the meaning of "the freest man on earth."

No matter how sturdy the gate blocking his way is, it cannot stop his freedom!

"Hmm...you're Kebar?"

Oliva raised an eyebrow. "Speaking of which, this is our first meeting. You have a really... nice face..."

This is not a joke, but a serious evaluation.

A person's experiences, will, and way of thinking will be reflected in their appearance, especially for soldiers.

"Both Brother Shiraki and this Mr. Kebar are quite good-looking."

Oliva leisurely commented:

“You do not bluff or intimidate others, but conversely, you are not arrogant.”

"Your magnanimity and strength are reflected in your faces."

“You don’t seem like the kind of people who are easy to bully.”

Oliva's eyes darted around, scrutinizing the white wooden frame from head to toe.

“Brother Bai Mu, you look much more weathered than when we first met. Your hands have many scars, and I imagine your body is the same.”

"Even though you are still improving, your fighting skills have already transcended the realm of sports and entered the ranks of top-notch fighters."

"Top-notch fighting spirit, top-notch potential, and top-notch demeanor..."

Then, Oliva looked at Kebar.

“And you, Mr. Kebar.”

"Although the scale is small, he is still a young man who can rule over a country."

"First-class character, first-class intellect, first-class leadership skills..."

Oliva's gaze darkened slightly.

"God has bestowed these gifts upon you, but at the same time, it has brought you a great flaw, and so have I."

"..."

Upon hearing this, the surrounding thugs were stunned, but Shiraki Cheng and Keibar understood immediately and smiled with their hands on their hips.

"That's true."

"That's right..."

Both of them looked helpless and said in unison, "—Fight."

"We're all getting on in years, but we're still just as unwilling to admit defeat when it comes to fighting."

Bai Mucheng squinted, savoring the moment, and could see the ink swirling around him.

"From the dojo to the ring, then to the arena, after going around in circles, I returned to the streets, and eventually became indifferent to where I was..."

"..."

Kebar recalled his past, "From a child to a boy, through adolescence, into adulthood, and finally to adulthood..."

“We still retain a decisive immaturity that should have been discarded during the growth process—the idea that ‘fighting is all about winning.’”

"..."

Oliva smiled faintly and concluded, "After becoming an adult, candy is no longer a necessity, and I no longer want to play yo-yo, play hide-and-seek, play spinning tops, or collect cards..."

"But even so, the only thing that continues is 'fighting'!"

"—These are the similarities we share."

"..."

Kebart understood the underlying meaning: "So, what is the decisive difference between us?"

“Very simple.”

Oliva said gently, “What makes me better than you is ‘who I fight for’.”

"Really? I don't think so."

Kebar frowned slightly and retorted, "Fighting doesn't have to be for anyone in particular."

"If you need something or someone to fight, that's actually a weakness, and that's always been my view."

"Speaking of which—"

Kebar turned his head, glanced at Shiraki, and asked Shiraki the same question he had asked earlier.

"Mr. Oliva, have you ever thought about what kind of fight others would see if they were watching you?"

"..."

Oliva's lips curled up slightly, his expression becoming a little more serious. "If you fight me, you'll all lose..."

"Because the questions that are troubling you have already been answered by me a long, long time ago, so there is no need to consider them at all."

Oliva leaned forward slightly, his expression one of blissful intoxication, and raised his hand with a smile:

"Who am I fighting for? For my lovely girlfriend, of course!"

"What kind of battle should I fight? Of course, it's also to let my lovely girlfriend see my incredibly handsome side and become infatuated with me."

"..."

Everyone: "..."

Everyone: "..."

Everyone: "...???"

Aside from Shiraki Cheng, who had anticipated this, everyone, including Kebar, was stunned and couldn't understand Oliva's words for a moment.

What did Mr. Unchain, the man with the world's number one muscle, the super-muscular physique whose arm circumference is comparable to a woman's waist, just say?

The answer came quickly, because Oliva was still immersed in emotion.

He was so excited, his expression filled with an indescribable happiness, "My girlfriend is so...so...so cute! She's the cutest in the world!"

"..."

"what."

Kebar remained stunned, and even let out an involuntary laugh.

"I thought the [Unbound One] was going to have some grand theories, but it turns out she's just a woman."

"You want to show off in front of the woman you're infatuated with... is that it?"

As he spoke, Kebar leaned forward, his steps fluid and graceful as he moved toward Oliva like a ghost, while simultaneously clenching his right fist.

Whether Oliva was serious or joking, his answer infuriated Kebar, who wanted nothing more than to punch him hard.

But just as the two sides closed in and the battle was about to break out—

Ode!

Shiraki moved extremely quickly, stepping forward first, his back to Kebar, and standing in front of Oliva.

"Mmm~~~~"

He slightly raised his head and looked at Oliva. "First, I must correct Mr. Oliva on one thing—"

"Your muscles are the best in the world, and I doubt many people would disagree."

"But to say that your girlfriend is the cutest in the world is a huge exaggeration. How can you say something like that? I don't agree with it."

"..."

Oliva stared at Shiraki Cheng, his tone somewhat displeased, "Oh? So, Brother Shiraki, what you mean is...?"

Kebar stopped in his tracks, ready to watch the show.

He guessed that Shiraki probably knew Oliva's girlfriend and knew that the woman wasn't as beautiful as Oliva had claimed, so he planned to expose the lie.

To Kebar's utter surprise, Shiraki Cheng then emphasized, "What I mean is, my girlfriend is also very cute, extremely cute."

Kebar: "...?"

Oliva: "...?"

The two: "...??"

The two soldiers blinked, and then Bai Mucheng began to speak, like a high school student chatting with a friend, talking about his personal aesthetic sense.

"His hairstyle, and his abs and defined waistline—they're all so adorable!"

"The sporty outfit with a gun theme is great, and her eyes are beautiful, almost too beautiful. In my opinion, she's the best in the world."

Bai Mucheng became more and more excited as he spoke, grinning from ear to ear, "Of course, our personalities are also the most compatible in the world, there's no need to explain that, right..."

"..."

After saying that, Oliva, who was initially a little angry, immediately lost his temper. "I see. I was just too happy and couldn't describe it accurately."

"Our lover is the most lovable person in the world to each of us."