Release the Dog Yujiro vs. the Unbeatable Golden Spear Kuroki

Chapter 144 Sonic Fist vs. Flash Jab

The next evening, the moon was bright as a disk, and the silver light was pouring down. The night sky in Tokyo's Bunkyo district was gently covered with a layer of gauze.

The Shinshin Kaikan headquarters building stood majestically. In front of it, a taxi was quietly parked on the side of the road, its body casting a lonely shadow in the moonlight.

Inside the car, Gaolang Unsalvato, the world heavyweight boxing champion, sat lazily but his majestic aura could not be concealed.

He slowly handed over a five thousand yen bill, with an uninhibited smile on his face: "No need to give me the change, the extra money is your hard work fee."

There is a sense of foreign freedom and heroism in his words.

However, the taxi driver frowned slightly and said, "My friend who has come from afar, I appreciate your generosity, but the fare is actually 6,800 yen, and I can't charge more."

The words revealed the unique politeness and principles of the Japanese, mixed with implicit contempt.

Hearing this, Gaolang's signature scowl unconsciously rose a little more, and he muttered to himself, "The prices in Tokyo are even higher than those in Bangkok."

Then he changed it for a brand new 10,000 yen bill and handed it over, with a barely perceptible hint of helplessness flashing across his eyes.

After taking the change, Gaolang pushed the door open and stepped into the night of the city.

He stood in front of the Shinshin Hall, his eyes instantly drawn to the huge painting of a tiger descending a mountain.

The moonlight was as bright as a mirror, making the giant tiger look lifelike, with its eyes wide open, as if it would jump out of the painting at any time. Its fierce aura, which was intimidating without even being angry, seemed even more ferocious under the blessing of the moonlight.

"Haha, Shenxin Hall really lives up to its reputation. Even the decoration in front of the door is so domineering." Gaolang whispered to himself, then retracted his gaze and stepped forward.

Just as he was about to open the heavy door of the Shinshin Hall, the door was suddenly pushed open from the inside out.

Inside the door stood a young figure in a karate uniform, with the words "Shenxin" shining brightly on his chest. It was Yudi Dubu's son, Yudi Kesi.

His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's as he looked Gaolan up and down, with a hint of provocation in his scrutiny.

Gaolan did not pay much attention to Yudi Kemi's gaze, but spoke directly: "I am Gaolan Wensavado, I am here to accept Yudi Dubu's challenge, you go and call him out."

"Gaolan Unsavado, I already know your name, the super boxing champion who unified the four major heavyweight boxing organizations in the world.

But here, your opponent is me.

If you want to see my father, you have to get past me first." Yudi Keshi said it very clearly.

Gaolang was wearing a black suit with loose braids hanging casually on his shoulders, looking very casual.

He smiled slightly, that smile showed both contempt for the challenge and respect for the opponent: "Foolish Dubu has issued a letter of challenge to me, so I will naturally accept it.

But you are just a junior under his tutelage, and I have no interest in competing with you.

Either you ask him to come out, or I turn around and leave. There is no need for a fight between you and me."

Yuji Katsumi walked out of the door, clenched his fists, and the fire of fighting in his eyes burned.

"Let's go. No one in our Shenxin Hall wants to stay. They can leave."

Gaolang Unsavado slowly raised his right hand, and his fingertips gently slid across the tight collar to loosen the buttons.

A hint of unruliness flashed in his eyes, and then he pulled hard, and the coat was like a wing that broke free from its restraints, drawing an elegant arc, and finally lying quietly on the side of the road, blending into the night.

He took a deep breath, and his chest rose and fell. His muscles bulged faintly under his clothes, and each muscle told of his explosive power.

"In that case, let this night witness a real fight." Gaolan slowly rolled up his sleeves, his exposed arms were like cast iron, his muscles smooth and full of explosive power.

"But please remember, my fists never show mercy.

With bare fists, life and death are often just a matter of seconds."

After saying this, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, his eyes were as deep as stardust, as if he could see into people's hearts.

He looked directly at Yuji Katsumi, trying to catch a hint of hesitation in the other's eyes.

Yudi Katsumi, the young warrior from the Shinshin Hall, had no intention of retreating in the face of Gaolang's provocation. The fighting spirit in his eyes was like a raging fire.

He stretched out his body and instantly assumed the classic karate forward bend stance, with his left hand extended forward with five fingers stretched out, and his right hand clenched into a fist, ready to strike, hidden between his ribs, like a tiger ready to pounce.

"In the world of warriors, there is no absolute strength or weakness, only the determination to constantly surpass oneself." Katsumi Yuji was in the preparatory posture for the Sonic Fist. From this point of view, he did not underestimate Gaolang.

"Karate is not just a skill, it is the purest belief when we face life and death challenges."

As the two finished their words, the air around them seemed to freeze.

Pedestrians stopped unconsciously, attracted by the sudden tense atmosphere. Although the early spring night in Tokyo was cold and windy, their eyes were attracted as if by a magnet, fixed on the two warriors who were about to engage in a fierce battle.

The eyes of Gaolang and Yuji Katsumi collided violently in the air, sparks flew, and two powerful auras surged out of their bodies like strong winds and huge waves, impacting and eroding each other.

Gaolang could clearly feel that the aura emanating from the young boy opposite him was even more tenacious than those veterans who had been through many battles.

"Hmph, quite interesting." Gaolang snorted lightly, a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the flash in his eyes became more intense. "Let me see whether your so-called life-and-death fight can shake the world under my iron fist!"

As the momentum of both sides grew, the atmosphere in the entire block became depressing and heavy, as if even time had slowed down at this moment, waiting for the confrontation between the two of them.

As the cold wind raged on the streets of Tokyo, Gaolang moved like a light fallen leaf in the wind. His steps were flexible and varied, moving left and right, making it difficult to guess his true intentions.

He approached Yudi Kesi at a very fast speed with an almost provocative attitude, and every step seemed to be testing his opponent's patience and limits.

Yudi Keji is like a towering mountain, standing still, his eyes deep and seeing through all vanity.

Although he appears calm on the outside, his heart is surging like the tide.

"If you come any closer, your weaknesses will be exposed!" He muttered to himself, moving his hands slightly, ready to meet Gaolan's violent attack at any time.

"Swoosh, swoosh--" With the whistling of the cold wind, the two men suddenly jumped up almost at the same time, and their fists were flying like a weaving net, so fast that it was dazzling.

Gaolang's left-handed jabs are like a storm, and each punch contains amazing explosive power and penetration.

But Katsumi Yudi was not willing to be outdone. His right hand sonic fist tore through the air, and each swing was accompanied by a sharp sound of breaking through the air. It was precise and deadly.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang--" The sound of fists colliding with each other echoed in the night sky. Each collision was like the blow of two hammers, which made people terrified.

The bodies of the two men were instantly covered with concave fist marks, which were a testimony to the lethality of their iron fists against each other.

Green smoke slowly rose from the wound, interweaving with the cold wind to form a thrilling picture.

The cold wind was still howling, but in this street filled with fists and fighting spirit, everything seemed so insignificant.

The battle between Gaolang and Yudi Keshi continues, their figures intertwined and entangled in the cold wind...

Suddenly, a car alarm sounded from far away at the corner of the street.

It was obvious that a policeman noticed a street fight here through street surveillance, so he came here to patrol.