Memories of the Opening: Old Tokyo's Underground Arena of District 13
Dim yellow lights and an iron cage boxing ring. Thirteen-year-old Retsu Kazanji stands bare-chested in the center of the cage with an unhealed wound on his shoulder. He faces an adult towering over him by two heads. Bloodied gloves and a shouting audience—no one cares about the rules. The announcer roars, "Underground Ring No. 13, Deathmatch No. 10!" The Young Fighting Dog vs. the 'Demon' with Five Consecutive Wins! Betting starts!"
This was Retsu's first kill match. That night, he broke three of his opponent's ribs and lost half of a front tooth. But from that night on, Retsu Kazanji earned a reputation in Tokyo's underground boxing ring as the "Crimson Fist Kid," a madman who fights without protection, using flesh and blood.
At the fighting club, Lie has been gaining more attention, but it has also brought him a lot of dissatisfaction: "He's too wild," "He breaks the rules," and "There's no martial arts to speak of." At that moment, a challenge letter arrived from outside Dongyun Academy, signed by "Monzawa Masamune." The title reads: "The Demon of the Street Arena." Once famous in the underground boxing ring for knocking down nineteen opponents without falling, he holds a grudge against Lie. The challenge was simple and brutal: "One week later at the old martial arts hall outside the school. Life or death doesn't matter; only the strong will survive.The martial arts club president, Kudo, fell silent for a moment and said, "Go ahead, just don't die."
Lie bit the corner of the letter and laughed derisively, "Still alive, that madman Masamune... I really miss that 'battle of half-life.'"
[One week later, Old Martial Arts Hall]
Lie appeared with his body wrapped in bandages and his hands and skin exposed.
Monzawa Masamune was half a head taller than him. His muscles were solid as steel, and he had a giant wolf tattoo on his back. His eyes were bloodshot, and he grinned and asked, "Do you remember the last time you were on the boxing stage?"
Lie twisted his neck and said, "Back then, I was thirteen. Now, I'm eighteen. You're still stuck in the past while I have moved on."
[Evil Ghost vs. Red Fist: Forbidden Rebirth]
In the first round, Zhen Ren attacked fiercely, like the wind. His Tiger Fist split the air, as strong as a war hammer.
Li was pushed back continuously and took three heavy hits to the ribs. Blood splattered on the spot.
Among the onlookers were members of the training department, observing secretly.
"Will Hao Zhan Temple lose?Will they lose?"
"No, he hasn't gone all out yet."
In the second round, Li breathed softly and began to counterattack, identifying every opening. He gradually closed the distance, abandoning defense and trading injury for position. Zhen Ren's elbow struck Li's ear hard, but Li endured the excruciating pain of a shattered eardrum. He darted in close and unleashed two consecutive "Iron Collapse Fist" strikes!Zhen Ren spat blood and retreated but howled in a furious counterattack like a mad dog. The scene was bloody; every punch dug deep into flesh. There was no martial way to speak of—only a competition of "wildness, life, and death"!
[Suppression and Counterkill: Red Fist Wins]
Li finally found his opportunity in the tenth minute. He seized Zhen Ren's momentum and counterattacked by thrusting his shoulder into Zhen Ren's chest.
One punch!Two punches! Three punches!
—Shura: Mountain Breaking Fist, Modified
The final blow landed on Zhen Ren's jaw, sending him flying several meters and crashing into the dojo wall.
As the dust settled, Zhen Ren lay on the ground, unable to rise.
Li stood unbowed with an indifferent gaze.
"The ghosts of the past should remain in the past."
Recognition of Former Enemies
After the war, Zhenren rose to his feet with difficulty, spat out blood, and looked at Lie. "You won," he said. You are no longer that thirteen-year-old kid." He laughed and trembled, "But don't celebrate too early. The more you go up, the more evil ghosts you will encounter."
Lie turned around, his back like a mountain. "Then let's continue to let our fists do the talking. I'll take them down one at a time."