On the arena, Long Shuwen, who had already arrived, was sitting cross-legged in meditation.

When he sensed the presence of his opponent, he slightly opened his eyes.

Immediately, he exerted force with his thigh muscles, causing himself to rise into the air, and then landed on the ground with agile movements.

"Hello, hello there, unrestrained man, undefeated in life, I am Muhammad Ali II, the man who will bestow defeat upon you." The elegant young Ali introduced himself to Long Shuwen.

But Long Shuwen, standing opposite him, had his hands in his pockets and his eyes glazed over, completely ignoring Xiao Ali's words.

"Ha, looks like I've been ignored." Little Ali jumped slightly, preparing to launch the first attack.

“Proud man, let me give you a little something to say when we meet!” Little Ali said, then suddenly lunged forward and threw a lightning-fast right hook at Long Shuwen’s face.

The speed of that punch caught many people off guard.

Even the camera only captured a fleeting afterimage.

The young and strong Ali possessed heavyweight strength, strawweight speed, and perfect boxing skills. If it weren't for the later transformation into a minotaur and his lack of experience in life-or-death battles, which led to a lack of mental fortitude, he probably would have made it into the supporting cast.

Unfortunately, the once-glorious Ali ultimately became a lone warrior and was eventually killed off.

Xiao Ali's speed greatly surprised the spectators, and Long Shuwen's counterattack made them gasp in amazement.

Suddenly, Long Shuwen, with his hands in his pockets, exhaled like an arrow, slashing Xiao Ali's eyelids. Then, taking advantage of the moment when Xiao Ali instinctively closed his eyes, he tilted his head back and struck with his palm, breaking through Xiao Ali's abdominal muscles.

Long Shuwen's counterattack caused Xiao Ali to quickly create distance.

Tick-tock~ Tick-tock~

Without a doubt, Little Ali had already suffered minor injuries at this point.

My eyelids are bleeding, affecting my vision, and I have a two-inch-long wound on my abdomen that is also bleeding profusely.

Xiao Ali bent down slightly, using the compression of his muscles to reduce the amount of bleeding from the injured area.

"Hmph! The arrogant fellow is now reaping what he sowed!"

"Do you really think you can be invincible just because you've learned a little bit of martial arts?" Yujiro mocked.

"You can't say that. That kid does have some skills."

However, the opponent he encountered was stronger than him. "Olive, wearing a purple shirt, walked up to Yujiro.

"What, you feel sorry for this guy?" Yujiro asked in return.

“No, the weak are just the weak, and they don’t deserve any sympathy.” After saying that, Oliva handed Yujiro a Cuban cigar.

The two lit cigars and began chatting casually.

"Mr. Unchain, did you understand that man's fighting techniques?" Yujiro asked.

"I roughly understand. His attack is very fast and powerful, similar to a penetrating hand technique. The essence of its power comes from the waist and abdomen, which is used to perform a punching and slashing strike," Oliva replied.

"In my opinion, you should be the one fighting this battle."

Two unrestrained men, one with ultimate muscle defense, the other with ultimate punching and slashing skills.

"It would be even more exciting if you were to fight," Yujiro said.

"Yes, I also hope to encounter such an opponent."

"But unfortunately, I'm not the protagonist of this battle," Oliva remarked.

Just as the two were chatting, Baki, wearing slippers, walked up to them.

Upon seeing Baki, Yujiro immediately revealed a gentle smile.

"That's really rare."

I stand with you, looking in the same direction.

Standing side by side, how long has it been since we did that?

At this moment, Yujiro looked at him with the affection of a loving father, his eyes filled with doting love.

Oliva tactfully turned and left, leaving the scene to the father and son.

Baki did not answer Yujiro's question, but instead began to recount, "A rare sight also occurred on the arena."

Upon hearing this, Yujiro's expression became more serious, and he replied, "It's Iai! Compared to the stance of having both hands in pockets, the stance of having both hands in pockets looks more disadvantageous."

But in reality, his seemingly flawed posture was like an Iaijutsu, executed at top speed as he drew his sword.

A palpable killing intent was hidden beneath his still stance!

"Is this the real 'pose'?" Baki muttered to himself.

“That’s right, study hard, Baki!” Yujiro said gently.

"Even if I were, would I use this move against you?" Baki retorted.

Yujiro's expression suddenly changed, then he smiled and said to Baki, "You must cook with care. If it's delicious, I'll definitely enjoy it!"

On the ring, Ali, who had already created some distance, did not launch another attack. Instead, he adopted a defensive stance, protecting his head with his arms.

Long Shuwen, who had been watching from the side, finally became a little impatient.

He strode forward and then suddenly disappeared.

Bang!

A perfectly executed kick, like an incense stick pointing upwards, flew over Little Ali's arms and landed squarely on his chin.

The shocked young man was completely unprepared for this surprise attack.

High kicks, especially close-range high kicks, are rare in boxing.

That's why Xiao Ali, who lacked practical experience, was completely caught off guard and was kicked into the air by Long Shuwen.

Long Shuwen, who had taken the initiative to attack, naturally had no intention of stopping.

His hands, like knives, slashed out suddenly.

Swish! Swish!

Two karate chopes landed on Xiao Ali's inner thigh, and bright red blood gushed out instantly.

The pain caused Little Ali to scream in agony.

"Don't rush, the battle will end soon!" Long Shuwen spoke, his first words since stepping onto the arena.