“Kaolan Wongsawat, victory!” “Kaolan Wongsawat, victory!” “Kaolan Wongsawat, victory!” In the video, the referee raised his arm and loudly announced the victory.
Meanwhile, Kaolan in the footage merely lowered his signature eight-shaped eyebrows, his expression calm and indifferent.
The many match recordings saved on the USB drive were all scenes of Kaolan crushing his opponents and winning by KO.
His overwhelming strength directly surpassed the fighters of his generation by an entire level.
In the photo placed beside the computer, Kubotori had both hands on his waist, excitedly showing eight big white teeth.
Standing beside him, Kaolan still had those eight-shaped eyebrows lowered, maintaining that calm and indifferent air.
That was right.
Not only the USB drive, but even the photo Kubotori had deliberately shown off had been “borrowed” back by Jingu Yoru.
“So it really is Kengan!” Everything connected.
It all connected!
No wonder he had felt before that the name Kouou Girls’ Academy sounded familiar.
Wasn’t this the representative company behind the “Beautiful Beast” Setsuna Kiryu?
As a hot-blooded fighting manga on the same level as Baki, Kengan had made Jingu Yoru’s blood boil when he watched the anime back then.
Even now, he still remembered that famous scene where Kouou Girls’ Academy’s original fighter, a certain fitness coach, had his head twisted 180 degrees by Setsuna Kiryu.
It was just that the protagonist of the second part was too weak.
His character charm could not compare to Ouma back when he was still “Little Stone,” so Yoru had put it aside halfway through.
But that was fine!
Now that he knew what world this was, his goal became very clear.
He only needed to follow the tournament schedule and farm them one by one.
Of course, not now.
Because even the gatekeepers of the top thirty-two were absolute kings of the public MMA world, people like Okubo Naoya.
And once it entered the top sixteen, every single fighter was inhuman.
They were absolutely not opponents the current him could touch.
Was Hongou Hina a genius?
She was called a monster by Tenma Nozomi and the others, and even before adulthood, her overall combat power already directly crushed the professional level.
But in Jingu Yoru’s view, the current Hongou Hina probably could not even squeeze into the top thirty-two.
She had Extraordinary Tendons, but there were quite a few abnormal physiques among the top thirty-two too.
More importantly, the worldview of Kengan was technique above physique!
Whether you were a genius, had a special constitution, mutation, berserk state, or improved breed, in the end, none of it could defeat that martial artist who had hammered his skill to a level near the Way.
So his current goal was very clear: first learn one core technique, then use it as a foundation to rapidly “farm monsters and level up.” Finally…
Finally, sweep through all of Kengan!
Clang!
Just as Jingu Yoru was immersed in sketching out his beautiful future, the door of the office building was suddenly pushed open.
The next second, Tenma Nozomi, dressed in casual sportswear, walked in under the last glow of dusk.
“Yoru, you didn’t go to the dojo today?” When she saw Jingu Yoru sitting at the computer in the office area, she immediately asked, “I called my senior, and he said he didn’t see you come by.” “I did go…” Jingu Yoru stood up and replied, “I just left again.” There was no computer in his dorm, so he could only borrow the office area’s computer to watch the videos.
He had not expected Tenma Nozomi to catch him in the act, so his expression became slightly awkward.
After all, entering the door but not actually going in was indeed rather rude.
“Why?” Tenma Nozomi walked closer with small steps.
“Did you feel it wasn’t suitable?” “No.
I just suddenly thought that mixed martial arts contains too many different striking systems, and I didn’t know which one to learn first.” Jingu Yoru explained, “So I thought it would be better to concentrate on mastering one first.
Once I have a foundation, then touching mixed martial arts later might be more efficient.” “That makes sense.
Mixed martial arts basically includes almost every combat technique, so it’s true that learning it after building a foundation would be faster.” Tenma Nozomi nodded, not surprised by this idea.
Because aside from those who trained it from childhood, many MMA fighters had transferred over from other competitive sports.
Specializing in one technique first, then using it as a springboard into the MMA world, was very common.
“Mm, a highlight reel of Boxing King Kaolan…” Tenma Nozomi’s gaze fell on the frozen image on the computer screen, and she immediately asked with certainty, “You chose boxing?” “Yeah.” Jingu Yoru admitted frankly, “Just like you said, boxing is the most deeply developed, has the most complete training system, and can give me combat power the fastest, so I chose it.” “Not bad.
It suits you.” Tenma Nozomi’s eyes swept over Jingu Yoru’s tall frame and explosive muscle groups, then she nodded in approval.
Jingu Yoru’s muscle growth speed could be called a mutation.
She had heard that his fist speed was also inhumanly fast.
His power and speed were both top-tier.
If he entered boxing, he absolutely had the potential to become a top heavy hitter like Tyson.
“Train well.
One day, bring a trophy back for losers like us to worship.
Worship.” Because of her eye condition, Tenma Nozomi had never been able to fully dig out the upper limit of her own potential.
That was why she had always positioned herself rather low, and often mocked herself as a “loser.” “Forget the trophy.” Jingu Yoru’s eyes swept over Kaolan’s figure on the screen, and his tone was firm.
“I only want to defeat everyone I want to defeat.” “Hehe…” Noticing where Jingu Yoru’s gaze had landed, Tenma Nozomi could not help but chuckle.
“That goal is even harder than climbing to heaven.” Who was Kaolan?
Kaolan was Thailand’s supreme God of War!
He was the undisputed absolute emperor of the world boxing scene!
Jingu Yoru had only just come into contact with boxing today, yet he already dared to arrogantly say that he wanted to defeat him?
Hehe…
Regarding this, Tenma Nozomi only wanted to say: commendable courage!
Without entering the fighting world, it was impossible to truly understand just how strong Kaolan really was.
Perhaps only after Jingu Yoru personally understood Kaolan’s despairing and invincible strength in the boxing world would he realize just how arrogant and ignorant his words today had been.
“The harder it is, the more motivation I have, right?” Jingu Yoru pulled out the USB drive, turned off the computer, and was full of fighting spirit.
If he had a cheat and still acted timid, then what was the point of learning boxing?
What was the point of fighting monsters?
He might as well just go live off someone else.
“I hope that after you recognize the gap, you can still maintain this fighting spirit.” Tenma Nozomi had also gone through this stage, so she understood this mentality very well.
Newcomers were all like this.
Before being beaten down by reality, they always thought they would become the protagonist.
But…
How could reality have that many protagonists?
“My fighting spirit is definitely there, because I have a cheat!” Of course, he could not say that out loud, so Jingu Yoru changed the subject instead.
“By the way, why are you here so late?” Tenma Nozomi smiled.
“Your boss made money, so she said she’s treating us to top-grade wagyu.” “Then business must really be good!” Jingu Yoru put the video USB drive and photo into a bag, preparing to follow along and freeload a big meal.
“Haha…
this is all thanks to Hina-chan!” “Her one-punch-one-opponent fighting style has too much impact.
As long as she appears, basically every match is packed.
If this keeps up, it won’t be long before I become a rich woman.
Haha…” Before she even arrived, the boss lady’s laughter arrived first.