I, Yu Ishigami, the King of Fist Wish

"What an intimidating aura."

When the man wrapped in a yellow and black cloak was completely exposed to the spotlight from outside the fighter channel, the cheers in the audience gradually stopped.

This is the instinctive fear that humans have when facing the strongest person in a certain field.

Everyone clearly knows that that man is the leader in the global boxing world, the absolute king who dominates the world's fighting arenas, the "God of Fighting" Gaolong Vinwasad. He is walking slowly from the entrance passage. Walk towards the center of the Fist Wish Arena.

“This atmosphere is really exciting”

It feels really bad to feel like a precious animal being watched and being stared at without restraint.

Gaolan, who looked displeased, noticed from the corner of his eye that all the people in the audience were "big shots" in suits and ties that were rarely seen on TV, and he "tsk" in displeasure.

"The smell of money and decay is in the air. This is not a place where real warriors should come."

"This stage has become a place for careerists to exact their revenge, and the original and most essential original intention of fighting has been lost."

Gaolan Unwasad's eyebrows hidden under his hood became more twisted, and his dead fish eyes rich in DHA scanned the fearful audience without any fluctuations.

"For the sake of His Majesty Rama XIII and the glory of Thailand, I vow to defeat all enemies standing in front of me."

Even those monsters are no exception!

"What kind of stinky guy, Ah Liang will never lose to such a person."

Okubo Naoya from the stands was very unhappy when he saw this scene and said in a vicious tone.

"And my reputation is also very famous. Why is no one so happy to see me? It's boring!"

At first, Ishigami Yu thought that Naoya really shared the same hatred for Ryo. Unexpectedly, the next sentence revealed that he was simply not as popular as him.

Hearing this, Ishigami Yu rolled his eyes at him, "No, Naoya, are you drifting off or something?"

Although it's a bit of a disincentive to grow up with someone else's ambition, Ishigami Yu really wants to complain.

What is your status and what is his status?

The Neon scene is still too small, and Naoya is indeed the absolute king of the Neon mixed martial arts world. Although his strength is at the forefront on the international stage, he cannot yet be called a world-class king.

"God of Fighting" Gaolan Winwasad's boxing prowess is recognized by the international community, and he ranks first in the world in the field of Muay Thai!

If Yu Ishigami and Gaolan were to fight, apart from the direct physical and strength differences between the two, he would not be sure of winning just by relying on their fighting skills.

Therefore, Ishigami still has to worry about A Liang's condition. This guy has to fight against top-notch players.

"The next fighter to appear is this one!"

After Katahara Sheuka introduced Gaolan-Winvasad, she started to introduce Himuro Ryo.

"He is the player with the fastest punching speed in the Boxing Club. With his perfect Jeet Kune Do, no one can beat him!"

"He is known as a man who must never be approached!"

"Otherwise, you won't even know when you will fall. This man's fists are so fast."

Katahara Sheka made a small joke, which made the stiff atmosphere a little more cheerful.

"Acquired Kenyuan's net worth of 348 billion yen, owned by Ui Kuniya Bookstore!"

""Hye Emperor", Ryo Himuro!"

"Teach that stinky guy a lesson!"

When introducing his good friend, Okubo Naoya waved his shirt as a flag and shouted

"The "Ice Emperor" will win!"

The stern-looking Ryo Himuro appeared with a loud explosion, and his whole body now really exuded an icy aura like an ice cube.

"Naoya, you idiot!"

When he heard Okubo Naoya's crazy support, Himuro Ryo's cold face softened slightly.

"Isn't it inevitable that I will win?"

"Sa, who is better between the "God of Boxing" and the "Ice Emperor"?"

"Kaneda, your desire to become a "strong" person should be placed on me."

Ryo Himuro glanced at the stands and secretly made up his mind.

"I won't let you down!"

Then Himuro Ryo focused his gaze on the opponent in front of him, his eyes full of solemnity without any relaxation.

"Um?"

Gaolan noticed it and cast his dead eyes over without any change in his splayed eyebrows. The two eyes met, and the silent confrontation of the game began at this moment.

Gaolan took off his cloak, and his wheat-colored skin shone dazzlingly under the light, and his strong muscles were full of the beauty of strength and explosive power. His hair was tied into a ponytail and hung casually on his shoulders, which gave him an extra lively feeling in his serious person.

"It doesn't seem like a bad thing to have you as my opponent."

Himuro Ryo was slightly startled. He did not expect to hear this sentence from Gaoran's mouth.

he asked rhetorically

"What do you mean, you look down on me?"

"No, it's a compliment."

Gaolan calmly shook his head and replied.

"I always thought that my opponent would be a low-level fighter, because from the moment I stepped on this stage, I felt that this was not a place for real fighters to fight."

The strength of the combatants varies, some are similar to monsters in myths, while others are just like the weakest. But he understands that these monsters have been bound by a chain called "desire", and the other end of the chain is in the hands of the plutocrats.

Fighters are the beasts they raise, and the ring is the arena. The fiercer the beasts fight, the more excited these high-ranking people become.

"Boxing Wan is nothing more than an entertainment program for those who have the rights."

Following His Majesty's orders, he came to this far eastern land as a fighter in the eight-head trade, and was treated as a clown in the sideshow. Naturally, the arrogant Gaolan couldn't bear this.

"But seeing you finally got me interested."

"You are a qualified warrior!"

Gaolang is the "King of Thailand's Saber", symbolizing His Majesty's supreme ruling power and overwhelming power, rather than a tool to cheer up the "Monkeys of the Far East".

"You are very strong. Although you are still a little behind me, your strength is not weak in my country."

Low-cost version: Gaolan felt that he was condescending by coming to the Boxing Club. These opponents have been smoothed and turned into tools to please those with power (capital).

"How dare you say that, bastard."

Ryo Himuro's forehead had a few bulging veins due to his anger, but his tone was extremely calm.

"We fighters are not so superficial. What we pursue is also the ultimate in "martial arts" and not for dirty money."

Gaolan snorted and did not continue to argue. The man in front of him may not be like this, but in his eyes, most combatants are chasing fame and fortune. There is nothing to argue with, it is nothing more than different personal pursuits.

"It doesn't matter."

After unilaterally ending the quarrel, Gaolan's breathing became extremely steady, and his stagnant gaze became extremely sharp.

His shoulders began to beat regularly in conjunction with his body. The right hand blocking his chest remained motionless, while his left fist made small movements according to the shaking of his body.

People who are familiar with Gaolan know that this is his signature move before the start of each game. This is the "killer" stance.

It seems like a meaningless swing of the body, but this posture allows Gaolan to gain the maximum initiative when the opponent launches an attack or when he initiates an attack.

This was summed up by Gaolan's thousands of battles with strong men. He used the lowest consumption to gain dominance in the entire battle.

It sounds incredible that the initiative in the battle has fallen into Gaolan's hands before it even started, but it is quite natural.

After all, such appalling names as "God of Boxing" and "God of Fighting" are both the titles of Gaolan. How could he obtain these two titles without overwhelming strength.

This is a man who conquers the whole world with his own strength, but the "God of Fighting" is more in line with Gaolan's title as a guard of the King of Thailand, so he chose this one.

The "God of War" becomes serious, which makes Himuro Ryo, his opponent, feel a great deal of pressure. It's like the "big cat" who was looking very lazy and squinting in your sight one second, but the next second is... Opening his eyes, he turned into a ferocious tiger with fierce eyes, about to tear the opponent in front of him to pieces.

Forced to calm down by this unspeakable pressure, Himuro Ryo snorted and stopped talking. He bent his left foot and took a step forward, facing Gaolan sideways, with both fists also placed in front of him. , and then began to beat regularly.

Gaolan's jumps follow the rules of Muay Thai, while Ryo Himuro follows the rules of Jeet Kune Do. Both sides are boxers, so this scene is not surprising.

Seeing the players in their respective positions, the referee came to the center of the two of them, raised his left hand and then slid it down hard.

"Game start!"

The moment the game was announced, "bang", "bang" suddenly sounded from above the venue. Thirteen rounds were fired, and the audience didn't even react.

What the hell?

When the speed is so fast that it seems like an illusion, and the very short crackling sound disappears, are they really fighting?

But when the confused audience saw Gaolan and Ryo Himuro taking a few steps back at the same time, with their fists all having high-temperature friction and causing heat to come out, they couldn't accept this, so they had to accept it. .

Just now, Gaoran and Ryo Himuro each completed their first round of tentative attacks with lightning speed in a short period of time that took less than a breath.

Katahara Sheka also didn't react, but she thought of the sudden explosion of more than a dozen rounds just now.

Suddenly realized one of Gaolan's special skills

"Here comes the lightning jab!"

Katahara Sheuka took the microphone and said excitedly

"Just now was Gaolan's special move, the flash jab. Rumor has it that he fired thirteen jabs in a row in one breath."

But the reality is even more surprising than the rumors. The time was so short that it was possible to hide it from almost 99% of the audience without even taking a breath.

But Himuro Ryo is equally astonishing, and it’s terrifying to think about it.

Except for his slightly disturbed breathing, there were no obvious injuries or wrinkles in his clothes. In other words, this man not only withstood Gaolan's lightning jab head-on, but he also received all thirteen jabs!

"No, he even punched me one more time."

As the person involved, Gaolan bent his body and still protected his head with his left fist, but he was more cautious than before.

In the introduction of the fighter just now, Gaolan already learned that Ryo Himuro is a fighter who is known for his punching speed.

Now it seems that this is indeed the case. Not only can he keep up with his attack speed, Ryo Himuro used his own fists to offset all thirteen jabs from Gaoran. At the same time, he still had enough energy left to attack Gaoran's face first. Come up and punch.

At first glance, it was clear that this was to retaliate for his initial rudeness, and he was specifically slapped in the face.

The extra punch was naturally in vain. After all, it was just a test. Who would use all his strength in the initial test attack.

And Gaolan's lightning jab, who stipulates that he can only punch thirteen times in one breath? His limit punch data can far exceed this.

"Jet Kune Do? It's interesting."

Gaolan was interested. There couldn't be anyone in this world who could punch faster than him!

"Empty?"

However, this was expected by Ryo Himuro. It was originally an impromptu move, so it would be strange if he could hit it.

But what makes Ryo Himuro feel bad is that he has just boxed with Gaolan thirteen times in a row, and now he feels that his fists are numb. (It’s definitely a waste of time to make gold fields)

"Is this the weight of the world's strongest boxer?"

Generally speaking, in order to pursue speed, the strength of the fist can be appropriately reduced.

But the power of each jab thrown by Gaolan can leave deep punch marks on the cement wall.

Himuro Ryo was extremely lucky that he endured Brother Xingming's inhumane training, otherwise it would definitely not be as simple as numbness. This includes boxing training. Brother Xingming sometimes has no limit to his attacks, and he will beat Ryo Himuro to pieces.

"This game must be decided quickly."

Although it was tentative just now, the strength and weakness have already been determined.

Gaolan's breath was not confused at all, but Himuro Ryo's breathing was already a little rapid.

Himuro Ryo knew very well that this was the only way he could defeat this opponent, because Gaolan was too arrogant, and the only way to defeat him was to win with one blow before the opponent showed his true strength. This was the way to break the game.

Thinking of this, Ryo Himuro immediately stopped holding back. He quickly twisted his legs, and his whole body rotated 360 degrees. A powerful force burst out from his legs and waist, and the centrifugal force caused by his weight and rotation was transferred to his thighs layer by layer, and then he was trained to be the strongest. His biceps femoris kicked out like a crescent moon.

Jeet Kune Do is not just about fists

A violent roundhouse kick like a whirlwind hit Gaolan's brain directly, the air was torn, and there was an evil sound like tearing rags.

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