Chapter 1244: Chapter 1167 The Guest.
Sunday 27 March 2001.
Zaboru was still in Korea, and right now it was already early morning after last night’s brutal training session with Bruce Lee. Despite the absurdly intense ping-pong match using nunchucks, followed by another round of exhausting martial arts training, Zaboru had already fully recovered as if nothing had happened. His body felt light, his mind felt clear, and his muscles were already begging to move again.
Of course, recovery also meant food.
Before returning to the dojo, Zaboru walked through the quiet morning streets and bought almost every piece of food he could find from nearby Korean street vendors. Kimbap, steamed buns, skewers, hotteok, fish cakes, rice cakes, milk, and random snacks filled his hands until he looked less like a martial artist and more like a man preparing for a food festival alone. Several vendors stared at him in disbelief, but Zaboru only smiled and paid calmly as if buying enough food for five people was completely normal.
After eating an absurd amount while walking, Zaboru finally returned to the building where he had trained yesterday. Bruce Lee had not arrived yet, so Zaboru quickly changed into his fight gear. This time, he wore boxing pants, boxing shoes, and no shirt, letting his body breathe freely as he prepared for another brutal day of training.
The dojo was still quiet, with only the faint morning light entering through the windows. Zaboru stood alone in the center of the room for a moment, then picked up a jump rope and began warming up. The rope cut through the air rapidly as his feet moved with sharp rhythm against the floor. After that, he moved toward the punching bag and started striking it with clean, heavy punches.
BAM. BAM. BAM.
Each punch echoed through the empty dojo. His breathing stayed controlled, his shoulders loose, and his eyes focused. Even without Bruce Lee watching him, Zaboru trained seriously. After all, he knew today would not be normal.
Bruce Lee had already mentioned that a guest would come.
And if Bruce Lee personally brought someone as Zaboru’s sparring partner, then that person would definitely not be ordinary.
After a couple of hours, while the morning was still young, the sound of footsteps finally echoed from the entrance of the dojo. Zaboru stopped striking the punching bag and slowly turned his head. Bruce Lee had arrived, walking in with his usual calm confidence, but this time he was not alone. Someone else was standing beside him, and even from a distance, Zaboru could feel the atmosphere in the room change.
Bruce Lee looked at Zaboru with a small grin. "Zaboru... I’m here. And this is our guest."
Zaboru smiled at first, expecting someone strong, maybe a professional fighter, maybe one of Bruce Lee’s martial artist acquaintances. But the moment his eyes landed on the man beside Bruce Lee, his smile froze. His pupils widened, his breathing paused for half a second, and his entire body reacted before his mind could properly process what he was seeing.
Standing there was none other than the master of the Peek-a-Boo boxing style himself, the man known across the boxing world as "Iron Mike" Tyson.
For a brief moment, Zaboru could only stare in disbelief. He had expected Bruce Lee to bring someone terrifying, but he absolutely did not expect him to bring a prime Mike Tyson into the dojo as his sparring partner. The young boxer’s presence was completely different from normal fighters. Even while standing still, Tyson looked compact, explosive, and dangerous, like a cannonball wrapped in muscle and pressure.
Zaboru swallowed once, but instead of fear, excitement slowly began burning in his eyes. This was insane. This was ridiculous. This was the kind of thing that would sound like a lie if he told anyone else.
Bruce Lee had brought Mike Tyson to fight him.
"WHAT?! Your guest is Mike Tyson?!" Zaboru blurted out in complete shock.
In this world, Mike Tyson had only started his professional debut in 1995, almost ten years later compared to Zaboru’s previous life timeline. Which meant right now, in 2001, Tyson was still only twenty-five years old.
Prime Mike Tyson.
And honestly?
That thought alone already sounded terrifying.
But what surprised Zaboru even more was how different Tyson felt compared to the version he remembered from his previous life.
In his previous life, Tyson was infamous for his explosive personality, controversies, and chaotic behavior outside the ring. Meanwhile, this version of Tyson felt completely different. Inside the ring, he still radiated that same ferocious pressure, like a predator ready to explode at any second.
But outside the ring?
He actually looked surprisingly calm.
His posture was relaxed, his eyes sharp but not hostile, and the way he stood beside Bruce Lee honestly felt more like a disciplined fighter than a walking disaster.
Still, regardless of personality differences, one fact remained absolutely unchanged.
This man was still Mike Tyson.
One of the most terrifying boxers on the planet.
Bruce Lee grinned as he looked between Zaboru and Mike Tyson. "Well, this is Mike Tyson. A true fighter. I’m sure you know him, right?" he said with a teasing tone. "And you wanted a real sparring partner, didn’t you? So here he is. Surely you’re not scared, right?"
Zaboru’s eyebrow twitched slightly, but before he could answer, Mike Tyson grinned and glanced at Bruce Lee. "Who would’ve thought the damn Zaboru was your disciple, Bruce?" he said with amusement. "That’s not something I expected to hear today."
Bruce Lee laughed lightly. "Yeah. He is the most gifted person in fighting I have ever seen, Mike. His body learns quickly, his instincts are sharp, and his mind doesn’t break under pressure."
Then Bruce Lee’s smile became a little sharper. "And you sure love fighting someone like that, don’t you?"
Mike Tyson’s grin slowly became dangerous. The relaxed atmosphere around him did not disappear, but something heavier emerged beneath it. That quiet pressure, the kind only real fighters could release, slowly filled the dojo.
"Yeah..." Tyson said while looking at Zaboru more seriously. "Your words definitely mean something, Bruce."
Mike knew Bruce Lee was the real deal. Bruce was not the kind of man who praised someone casually just to be polite. If Bruce Lee called someone gifted, then that person was not normal. And if Bruce Lee personally brought him here as a sparring partner, then Zaboru was definitely worth testing.
For Mike Tyson, that was more than enough.
The moment he looked at Zaboru again, his eyes no longer carried simple curiosity.
Now, he looked interested.
Meanwhile, Zaboru approached them while grinning like a kid. Seeing a young, prime Mike Tyson standing right in front of him genuinely made him excited.
"Mike Tyson... I’m a huge fan," Zaboru admitted honestly while offering his hand.
Tyson looked at him for a moment before shaking it firmly. "Well, thank you," he said calmly. Then a grin slowly appeared on his face. "Anyway... let’s fight."
Zaboru immediately looked toward Bruce Lee.
If he was being completely honest?
Fighting prime Mike Tyson was absolutely terrifying.
This was not some ordinary boxer.
This was Iron Mike.
One mistake against him could probably send someone directly into another dimension.
But despite the fear, excitement still burned strongly inside Zaboru’s chest. He knew he had to do this.
Then Bruce Lee crossed his arms and spoke calmly. "Use boxing rules. You love boxing, right?"
Zaboru nodded slowly before exhaling once.
"Okay then... let’s go."
After that, both fighters started preparing themselves seriously.
Zaboru spent a few moments cooling down his breathing and loosening his muscles while mentally focusing himself for the fight ahead. Meanwhile, Mike Tyson calmly warmed up nearby, throwing short explosive punches into the air while practicing his signature head movement.
Even watching Tyson shadowbox felt intimidating.
Every movement looked compact, explosive, and dangerous.
Bruce Lee, meanwhile, would act as the referee.
And unlike professional boxing matches, this would not use normal boxing rounds.
This would feel more like a real fight.
Just with boxing rules.
And so, both Zaboru and Mike Tyson stepped into the ring. Zaboru was visibly excited, and internally he could not stop thinking, ’Even if I get knocked out, this is going to be an absolute blast!’ He quickly took his stance, and the moment Tyson saw it, a grin slowly appeared on his face. Zaboru’s stance was genuinely good: clean balance, relaxed shoulders, sharp foot positioning, and no hesitation in his posture.
Zaboru was slightly taller than Tyson, but what immediately impressed Tyson was not the height difference. It was how naturally stable Zaboru looked despite standing in front of one of the most dangerous boxers alive. And because Bruce Lee had personally acknowledged him, Tyson had absolutely no intention of underestimating Zaboru, not even slightly.
For a brief moment, the entire dojo became quiet. Then Tyson moved first. His body exploded forward with terrifying speed, and even though Zaboru had mentally prepared himself, seeing prime Mike Tyson move in person still shocked him. Tyson instantly switched angles with explosive pivots before launching forward aggressively. BOOM! A brutal punch shot toward Zaboru.
But instead of panicking, Zaboru’s body reacted instinctively. He weaved smoothly, tilting his upper body just enough for Tyson’s punch to miss his face by only a few centimeters. Tyson’s eyes narrowed slightly. Then another punch came, and Zaboru slipped again, this time even cleaner.
His footwork flowed naturally across the ring while his body moved with absurd smoothness, almost like dancing. Step, slip, pivot, weave. Every movement connected beautifully. Bruce Lee’s eyes immediately sharpened, and even Mike Tyson looked visibly surprised. Dodging Tyson’s punches was one thing, but dodging them this smoothly during a first real exchange was something else entirely.
Tyson immediately increased the pressure. Left hook. Right cross. Uppercut. But Zaboru continued weaving through the attacks with increasingly fluid movement. His footwork looked unbelievably light, almost as if he were gliding around the ring instead of running. At one point, Tyson’s hook passed so close that the air pressure brushed against Zaboru’s cheek, yet Zaboru still escaped cleanly.
Bruce Lee slowly smiled while crossing his arms. "He’s adapting already..."
Tyson heard that and grinned dangerously. Now he was genuinely excited. Meanwhile, Zaboru could feel it too: the rhythm, the movement, and the timing. It felt incredible. Because of his Enlightenment Body ability combined with Bruce Lee’s brutal training, Zaboru’s body absorbed Tyson’s pressure absurdly fast. The more Tyson attacked, the more naturally Zaboru started flowing around him.
Even Tyson finally laughed after another clean weave. "Damn..." he muttered while resetting his stance. "Your footwork is beautiful, Zaboru."
Then Zaboru started throwing light jabs, testing Tyson’s reactions carefully. But suddenly, Tyson exploded forward with insane speed, switching angles with explosive pivots before launching a brutal uppercut straight toward Zaboru’s chin.
Zaboru’s eyes widened.
Even after mentally preparing himself, Tyson’s speed still felt monstrous.
With absurd reflexes, Zaboru barely stepped back in time, narrowly avoiding the uppercut by a tiny margin. Tyson immediately noticed it.
’Heh... he’s fast,’ Tyson thought while grinning internally.
Tyson expected Zaboru to back away after feeling that pressure, but instead, Zaboru instantly switched stances and attacked back aggressively.
BOOM!
A sharp liver shot slammed toward Tyson’s body.
Tyson reacted quickly and guarded his liver using his elbow and hand positioning, but even then, the impact still pushed him slightly backward.
Bruce Lee’s eyes sharpened immediately.
Because Zaboru’s punching power was absolutely no joke.
And the moment Tyson stepped back even slightly, Zaboru immediately pressed forward.
Now it was his turn to attack.
Zaboru’s offense suddenly became far fiercer.
His punches flowed rapidly one after another with sharp rhythm and unpredictable timing. Jabs, body shots, feints, hooks, stance switches—everything connected fluidly while his footwork continued moving beautifully around Tyson.
Then suddenly, Zaboru started doing the Ali Shuffle perfectly.
Mike Tyson’s eyes widened slightly in surprise.
The movement looked unbelievably natural.
Zaboru’s feet moved rapidly while his upper body stayed relaxed, creating strange rhythm changes that made his attacks increasingly difficult to predict. Every feint blended smoothly into real punches, and every movement carried dangerous intent behind it.
BOOM! BAM! TAK!
A jab toward Tyson’s face instantly shifted into a brutal body shot.
Then another hook came from a completely different angle.
Tyson blocked most of them, but even he could feel how aggressive Zaboru was becoming.
Bruce Lee slowly smiled while watching from the side.
"He’s not just adapting anymore..." Bruce Lee muttered quietly. "He’s starting to enjoy the fight."
And honestly?
That was exactly what made Zaboru dangerous.
The more pressure he felt, the faster he evolved.
Still, Mike Tyson was not some defensive boxer who simply waited behind his guard.
Tyson constantly looked for counters during every exchange.
Every time Zaboru attacked, Tyson searched for openings like a predator waiting for the perfect moment to strike back.
That made the entire match unbelievably intense.
Tyson grinned fiercely. "Damn, Zaboru... you’re good. Now I’m taking this super personally."
The atmosphere inside the dojo immediately became heavier. Zaboru stayed calm and focused, but internally he could not help laughing at himself.
’Holding back against Mike Tyson? Yeah... I must be completely delusional. I need to fight with everything I have.’
The moment that thought crossed his mind, Tyson moved.
And this time, he moved like an actual beast.
Tyson’s body exploded forward with terrifying aggression, switching angles so quickly that even Zaboru almost lost track of him for a split second. The pressure instantly became suffocating.
BOOM!
Zaboru quickly fired a cross toward Tyson’s face, but Tyson slipped under it with insane speed before instantly entering his signature Peek-a-Boo rhythm. His body moved low, compact, and violent.
Then suddenly—
UPPERCUT!
The punch launched upward like a cannon.
Zaboru barely tilted backward in time, avoiding it by the smallest possible margin. The air pressure alone made his body tense.
But Tyson was already there.
LEFT HOOK!
This time, Zaboru could not dodge properly anymore. He raised his guard instinctively.
BANG!
The impact exploded through his arms like a car crash.
Zaboru’s eyes widened immediately.
’Damn... that’s one of the strongest punches I’ve ever taken...!’
Even while guarding, the sheer force behind Tyson’s hook almost broke through completely. But instead of panicking, Zaboru grinned and continued fighting.
That reaction alone made Tyson’s grin become even more ferocious.
Now Tyson completely unleashed himself.
His Peek-a-Boo style became monstrous. Tyson rushed forward relentlessly like a predator hunting prey, constantly pressuring Zaboru with explosive hooks, brutal body shots, and terrifying uppercuts. His head movement became absurdly difficult to read while his footwork stayed compact and aggressive.
Every punch carried frightening knockout power.
Every movement screamed violence.
Bruce Lee’s eyes sharpened seriously while watching the exchange because now even he could see Tyson had fully entered fighting mode.
BOOM! BAM! BANG!
The ring shook repeatedly under Tyson’s pressure.
Yet even then, Zaboru still kept fighting back. He slipped, weaved, countered, and adapted. But Tyson’s pressure only became more terrifying the longer the fight continued.
At one point, Tyson suddenly trapped Zaboru near the ropes.
Then his body shifted.
A terrifying angle appeared.
Bruce Lee’s eyes widened slightly.
"Zaboru—!"
TOOOM!
Tyson’s uppercut exploded upward violently.
This time, it landed cleanly.
The impact instantly snapped Zaboru’s head backward before his body lost balance completely.
THUD.
Zaboru collapsed onto the ring floor.
For a brief moment, the entire dojo became silent. Even while lying there, Zaboru’s mind still felt dizzy from the absurd impact.
’S-such insane power...’
Honestly, that uppercut felt like getting hit by a speeding truck.
After a few seconds, Zaboru simply stayed down while staring at the ceiling and laughing weakly to himself.
Meanwhile, Tyson slowly exhaled before grinning.
"Really, really good fight," Tyson admitted honestly. "I’m lucky that punch connected..."
After the fight, Zaboru ultimately lost, but Mike Tyson was far from unharmed himself. His breathing was heavier than usual, sweat dripped down his body, and several red marks from Zaboru’s punches were clearly visible across his arms and ribs.
And honestly?
Tyson had genuinely gone all out.
That alone already said enough.
Mike Tyson slowly looked at Zaboru, who was still lying on the ring floor laughing weakly despite getting knocked out moments earlier.
’Damn... this Zaboru is insane,’ Tyson thought while shaking his head slightly. ’No wonder Bruce Lee accepted him as his pupil.’
The more Tyson replayed the fight inside his head, the more unbelievable it felt.
Zaboru had adapted to his speed far too quickly. His footwork was absurdly beautiful, and his instincts kept evolving during the fight itself. But perhaps the most terrifying part was that Zaboru genuinely enjoyed fighting. Not in a reckless way, and not in a savage way, but in the purest possible sense, like someone completely addicted to growth.
Tyson honestly loved fighters like that.
Bruce Lee quietly smiled from the side while watching Tyson’s reaction. He already understood exactly what Tyson was thinking. Meanwhile, Zaboru slowly sat up while rubbing his jaw, grinning widely despite his condition. Honestly, he looked more excited than disappointed after losing.
Tyson suddenly laughed. "Hahaha! Seriously, Bruce... where the hell did you even find this monster?"
Bruce Lee simply crossed his arms calmly. "He found me first."
That answer somehow made Tyson laugh even harder. Then Tyson looked back at Zaboru with completely different eyes compared to before the fight. Earlier, Tyson had only seen him as an interesting disciple. Now, he genuinely respected him as a fighter.
Meanwhile, Zaboru grinned and asked, "Say, Mike... I have a proposal."
To be continue
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