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Deadpool's banter took some of the grimness out of Tombstone and Hayato's fight.

But fight they would.

Hayato did not think Tombstone was particularly strong.

His skin was merely tougher, and his body surface was extremely hot.

No one called out "Start."

The two simply stood facing each other, two or three meters apart.

Hayato advanced unhurriedly, one step at a time.

Incidentally, Tombstone was as tall as Kingpin. He looked heavily muscled rather than fat, yet weighed over four hundred jin—ten-odd jin more than Kingpin.

Standing before him, Hayato looked downright "petite."

Tombstone's fighting style was traditional boxing. Perhaps Hayato's leisurely stroll had provoked him.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh...

A string of powerful jabs flew out.

Yet Hayato weaved easily between the fists, his pace utterly unchanged. As a fighting style, boxing had one drawback in actual combat: there was a gap between a fist extending and retracting.

A skilled practical boxer controlled the frequency of their punches and used footwork to minimize that weakness.

At the same time, for a punch to deliver maximum power, the fist needed to draw back before striking, like a compressed spring being released. This created a "vacuum zone." Thus, pure boxers generally feared close-range grappling.

Still, practical combat was not bound to a single style. Fighters would more or less incorporate things they had seen and learned, even their opponents' moves.

Winning was all that mattered!

Unable to land a punch, Tombstone seemed to be falling into a disadvantage. He kept retreating in short, quick steps, while Hayato did not attack at all and merely kept walking forward. He forced Tombstone all the way to the edge of the training ground, into the blind spot of his boxing.

But Tombstone grinned. Suddenly spreading his arms wide like a great roc unfurling its wings,