Martial artists can never be ultimately insulted

Is it because of martial arts? It truly is a word that makes the weak brave and the brave fearless...

While pondering, Nogi Hideki said, "Let's go take a look... Maybe Yuan Chen will become our next competitor."

Hearing Nogi Hideki's words, Yamashita Kazuo, who was standing to the side, still felt doubtful, but intimidated by Nogi Hideki's status as the president of the Nogi Group, he finally nodded and followed Tokita Ohma and the others to the battlefield.

As news spread that Yuan Chen was about to engage in a boxing match with Guan Linchun, Guan Yu, who had originally planned to leave and wait until the afternoon match time to watch the game, suddenly...

After a brief moment of deathly silence, the pot suddenly erupted into chaos.

In fact, not only others, but even Iori Kazuka, who was chugging an energy drink, was choked and coughed several times.

"I remember you said it would drag on until the afternoon? What do you mean it's about to start? Only half an hour has passed at most, right?!" Iori Kazuka said in disbelief, "Damn it, Kengan is so corrupt!"

Although they didn't say anything, Tenma Nozomi and Hanaya Mina, who had only recently met Yuan Chen and were watching the Kengan Association match for the first time, also showed expressions of approval.

Combat is very energy-consuming.

Even for ordinary people, in the midst of a fierce battle, the energy in their bodies will be rapidly consumed within minutes, causing their muscles to become overloaded and exhausted. They need a period of rest to allow their muscles to cool down before they can continue to exert force and fight.

When it comes to the fighting between martial artists like Yuan Chen, the pressure that Qi exerts on the muscles and the speed of recovery are far beyond that of ordinary people. Often, a single punch or kick consumes the energy of an ordinary person's meal or even a day.

Although half an hour is enough to recover most of one's strength... it's only most of it, and it only allows one to basically recover a portion of their combat power.

"And his opponent is Jun Sekibayashi!" Even Nozomi Tenma, who has a deep understanding of World Fighting, couldn't help but remark.

"I was already shocked to see a wrestler at the top of professional wrestling appear in an underground fighting arena like Kengan... Going to fight someone without properly recovering, even if it's against the boss, don't be so obvious!"

While Hanaya Mina remained silent, she nodded repeatedly, clearly indicating that they also agreed with Tenma Nozomi's assessment.

"Ha, they really are newbies." Hearing the words of the trio of miscellaneous fish, Han Zhuli couldn't help but laugh.

Tenma and Hanaya Mina weren't familiar with Han Zhuli yet, only knowing that she was close to the big boss Yuan Chen, so they didn't know how to respond. Meanwhile, Iori Kazuka, who had already become buddies with Han Zhuli, said with a displeased expression:

"Hey, you scoundrel, what news do you have? Speak up! Stop hiding things here!"

Hearing Yi Zhi Yi Hua's words, Han Zhu Li was not angry. After all, before meeting Yuan Chen, Yi Zhi Yi Hua had helped Han Zhu Li with many troublesome matters. It was thanks to Yi Zhi Yi Hua that Han Zhu Li was able to have a safe place to rest in the old city.

"This kind of thing was most likely requested by Yuan Chen himself." Han Zhuli said nonchalantly, one hand propping up her chin.

"That's just his personality. Aside from fighting and cultivating, he only cares about Zhuo Ai. His daily life is very monotonous. The reason he's like this now is probably because he's met a worthy opponent, so he's a bit impatient."

Upon hearing this, Pegasus Nozomi and the others nodded thoughtfully.

But then, as if realizing something, he looked at Han Zhuli with a look of horror and said, "Wait, it seems like something strange has gotten in."

"Really? There's nothing strange about it, it's very ordinary. I don't feel there's anything wrong with living with him now." Han Zhuli shrugged.

She genuinely didn't care—as a born demon, Han Zhuli had a period of innocence and beauty under her parents' guidance when she was young. However, her sadistic tendencies also stemmed from her innate malice.

At least in Han Zhuli's opinion, indulging in a period of unbridled, hysterical relaxation after each day's training is indeed a good way to rest.

Wu Jialouluo nodded in agreement, seemingly unconcerned. Wu Fengshui felt somewhat embarrassed, but with Wu Jialouluo blocking his view, it went unnoticed. Chunli, on the other hand, couldn't help but slightly turn her head, her eyes revealing a deep sense of helplessness.

While they were talking, a group of people walked over from the side.

Looking around, they saw none other than Tokita Ohma, Nogi Hideki, and the others.

Upon seeing the group, Chunli asked curiously, "What brings you all here?"

Having just finished their battle with Yuan Chen, they could still recognize Tokita Ohma.

What surprised them was that, despite almost being killed by Yuan Chen before, Tokita Ohma now seemed to have recovered more than halfway.

So it really is because of life therapy?

Having witnessed the miraculous power of life therapy countless times, Chun-Li, Wu Jialouluo, and the others all knew very well that, given Wang Ma's injuries, Yuan Chen was the only person on the scene most likely to provide rapid treatment.

Upon hearing Chun-Li's question, Yamashita Kazuo scratched his head sheepishly and said:

"Well, it was Yuan Chen-san who helped treat Wang Ma-jun. We wanted to express our gratitude, but Yuan Chen-san has already gone up to compete, so we're going to wait here until the competition is over before expressing our thanks in person!"

"I see, please do as you please." Hearing this, Chunli nodded. Since she didn't know Wang Ma and the others, she didn't ask any more questions and planned to wait for Yuan Chen to return before dealing with the matter.

While they were chatting idly, Katahara Saya, dressed in a fiery red dress, once again arrived at the center of the arena, her eyes filled with a burning intensity.

"Although it may seem puzzling and confusing, after multiple verifications, it is indeed a request personally made by the fighter 'Da Hao Yuan Chen'! Let us take our positions and welcome the two contestants who are about to enter the arena!"

Volume 1: Chapter 145 - A Wrestler from the Demon Realm!

"First up is our old friend! We just finished a fierce battle and defeated Ashura Tokita Ohma without shedding a drop of blood!"

After an intense battle, he rested for less than half an hour, even healing his opponent's wounds, all to make them witness his overwhelming violence! His character and strength were completely consumed by his absolute domineering will! He is 1.98 meters tall and weighs 140 kilograms! A member of the Sakura Manor Charcoal Grilled Meat, Great Consumer Yuan Chen!

Amidst the cheers of the crowd, Yuan Chen stepped onto the battlefield with an unperturbed expression.

Meanwhile, Tokita Ohma, standing to the side, said somewhat displeasedly, "What do you mean by 'no bloodshed'? Do I look like some kind of nobody?"

"Haha..." Han Zhuli and the others just shrugged, while Yamashita Kazuo scratched his head with an embarrassed look on his face.

To be honest, due to his amnesia, Tokita Ohma did indeed appear to be a particularly weakling in the previous battles.

Although there are many reasons for this, such as memory loss, martial arts will damage, technology being sealed, and the accuracy of the body will be severely reduced after turning on pre-borrowing, it cannot be false that even after turning on pre-borrowing, a life-burning technology, Ten Ghost Snake King Ma was still KO'd by Yuan Chen with one punch.

Tokita Ohma was aware of this, so he only made a slightly annoyed comment and didn't take it to heart.

She stared intently at Yuan Chen as he entered, her eyes filled with longing and bitter regret.

He was defeated without bloodshed, then revived by the other side, yet he hadn't even shown the most basic courtesy of a martial artist—a proper fight...

If I had known it would turn out like this, damn it... I should have opened an advance payment option from the beginning...

Looking at Chunli from afar, Ohma and his group, feeling Tokita Ohma's gaze, Wu Lei'an narrowed his eyes as if he had noticed something.

"...What's wrong?" Wu Qi asked from the side.

“…It’s nothing.” Wu Lei’an said with a slightly annoyed purse, “Just a small fry who can’t even tell his own worth.”

Wu Hori: "?"

Ignoring everyone else's opinions, Katahara Sayaka, dressed in a fiery red dress, roared with passionate, infectious, ghostly voice, "Next! It will be Yuan Chen's opponent—"

"A true warrior! A wrestler who endures everything! No matter how many times he's knocked down, he rises again, emerging from the hell called training with superhuman willpower! Destroying everything, enduring everything! From the super-large fighting team, Super Japan Pro! A member of the Takeshi Group, standing 1.96 meters tall and weighing 141 kilograms! Kengan record: 57 wins, 57 losses, 0 losses! The undefeated 'Hell Angel,' Jun Sekibayashi!!!"

As Katahara Sheko's voice faded, several flames shot into the sky. Then, a path parted in the crowd in the direction of Guan Linchun, and a burly figure rushed out at high speed along the path cleared by the crowd. At the last moment, he flipped and leaped onto the stage. After standing firmly on the stage, he let out a roar.

"Aaaaaaah!!!"

"Guan Linchun!! Guan Linchun!!"

Upon seeing this, some viewers who were more concerned about management let out excited and expectant shouts.

As a professional wrestler, Jun Sekibayashi did not disappoint his fans. He immediately raised his hand and waved repeatedly. Then, he went to Katahara Sayaka and extended his hand. After confirming that Sekibayashi wanted the microphone, Katahara Sayaka blinked curiously and then handed the microphone to Sekibayashi.

After receiving the microphone, Guan Linchun did not speak immediately.

Those rough, large hands gripped the microphone, which was practically tiny in comparison. Then he raised his head and looked at Yuan Chen, his rugged face filled with an aggressive smile.

"Yuan! Chen!" Guan Linchun's voice echoed throughout the underground garage through the microphone. He then pointed at Yuan Chen's face without any manners and questioned, "Many people are curious, many people are wondering! You just finished fighting with Tokita Ohma and only rested for thirty minutes, but now you maliciously challenge me!"

Thirty minutes! That's not even enough time for a single warm-up squat! Do you think you don't need rest against me, or do you think I'm not good enough for you to step into the ring in your best condition?! Answer me!!

After saying that, Guan Linchun tossed the microphone in his hand to Yuan Chen.

Upon hearing Guan Linchun's loud question, Guan Xing paused for a moment, seemingly not quite recovered, and then looked at Yuan Chen along with the microphone that Guan Linchun had thrown.

As he faced the sizzling sound and felt the burning excitement in Guan Linchun's eyes, as if he were saying "It's your turn!", Yuan Chen also seemed to sense something and nodded thoughtfully.

This is... professional wrestling.

No matter when, no matter what blows they suffer, no matter how serious the injuries they sustain, they must rise again, making the arena suspenseful with weightlessness before the round ends, and keeping every spectator who comes here thrilled and excited...

Thinking about it, Yuan Chen smiled and looked at Guan Linchun, saying, "There are many reasons. But the main reason... is still because professional wrestling is just a 'performance'."

Although Yuan Chen's voice was very calm at first, later on, he scratched his head and showed a slightly helpless expression, as if he felt a little embarrassed.

However, when considered in context, the intense sarcasm is almost undisguised and directly presented in the text.

Feeling the mockery and ridicule, the spectators at the scene made slightly surprised sounds. Even Tokita Ohma, Chun-Li, Han Joo-ri and others next to him were not in a state of shock at first.

Yuan Chen, however, did not care. He simply held the microphone and, while Guan Linchun appeared to be suppressing his anger, his eyes were actually becoming more and more excited and shining, as if he had met an old friend in a foreign land. Yuan Chen then began to circle around the venue with the microphone.

As they walked, Yuan Chen said nonchalantly, "Rather than warriors, you're all just actors, aren't you?"

"A pre-arranged script, a predetermined outcome, specially rehearsed lines, even the act of throwing an opponent to the ground in the ring wasn't to hurt them, but rather—a performance of the fall!"

"Your anger in the ring isn't real anger, it's just—acting out anger~ If that's the case, you're just a bunch of actors, right? To be honest, I'm getting annoyed, so I'm going to end this farce quickly!"

"So... half an hour is long enough! That should be enough time for you to mentally prepare for failure, Mr. Actor?!"

As Yuan Chen's voice faded, the crowd erupted in a cacophony of blood and gore.

Even though Kengan fighting itself involves a lot of violence and profanity, it is unheard of to so openly humiliate an entire mainstream modern fighting style as it is now.

Yuan Chen clearly didn't care about the surrounding chaos, and threw the weapon back in front of Guan Linchun.

Guan Linchun stared blankly at Yuan Chen, seemingly and indeed completely unaware that Yuan Chen would respond in this way.

And now, looking at Yuan Chen's face, which was filled with disdain and mockery.

For a moment, his expression froze—not with anger, but with bewilderment.

Having been fighting in the ring since he was fifteen, Guan Linchun has seen countless bluffers and also become accustomed to countless veterans who are truly sincere.

But at that moment, Guan Linchun couldn't even be sure whether the person in front of him was cooperating with his acting or genuinely looked down on professional wrestling.

Especially since Yuan Chen was scratching his head as he said this, and his tone was so casual, it was as if he were just casually commenting on a dish that didn't quite suit his taste.

This made Guan Linchun wonder if he really thought professional wrestling was just a performance.

But at that moment, as if sensing something, Guan Linchun felt an aura spreading outwards from Yuan Chen.

It's not a taste, nor is it a fighting spirit or murderous intent; it's a very real feeling.

Golden flames burned within his body, originating from the techniques of the Shiranui-ryu Charm Technique. They were filled with Yuan Chen's boundless domineering spirit and fighting will, carrying his unique will. They passed through the dust and sweat that filled the arena, sweeping through the entire underground garage like a storm.

Everyone felt an intense, overwhelming will to completely engulf and utterly humiliate Guan Linchun, erupting from Yuan Chen in a way that everyone could clearly perceive!

He's responding to me!

Guan Linchun's heart skipped a beat.

It wasn't anger, but a feeling that was more intense and profound than anger.

Fifty-seven matches! Fifty-seven matches! He fought fifty-seven matches in the Kengan Association!

No one—not a single person—was willing to cooperate with his 'professionalism'.

The gamblers only wanted to see him win, and the opponents only wanted to defeat him; the spectators were all watching from the sidelines.

Nobody cares what professional wrestling is, nobody cares what else is happening in that ring besides winning or losing... If you really want to talk about it, all you care about is the economic impact after the Kengan wrestling tournament ends.

And now... someone cares! This man named Yuan Chen cares.

Yuan Chen used the most unappealing method, a professional wrestling style, to forcefully and rudely punch the spotlight back at Guan Linchun!

Then tell him—it's your turn.

At that moment, Guan Linchun couldn't help but shed tears.

He knew he had met a truly exceptional man.

At the same time, Guan Linchun felt an unprecedented sense of regret and resentment.

Perhaps she was hating herself for actually doubting Yuan Chen's attitude?

Perhaps... there should be a little.

But Guan Linchun knew that it was not just that.

In that instant, Guan Linchun remembered many things.

Since joining Super Japan Wrestling at the age of 15, he has undergone daily training involving over 10,000 squats and high-intensity beatings that would make anyone dizzy. This hellish training has given him the superhuman strength to lift 300 kilograms with one hand with just his muscle strength, even without any sudden bursts of power, and an almost immortal ability to withstand blows...

It's all for today!

It's all for today!

Thinking it over, Guan Linchun didn't even care whether Yuan Chen could understand. Instead, he lowered his head, his rough hands covering his rugged face, and said with difficulty, as if he were enduring and suppressing something:

"This is all your fault, and I'm... about to lose control."

"?"

Upon hearing these words, which sounded like something out of a teenage angst, the wrestling enthusiasts present realized something.

"Should I say?!" Yamashita Kazuo swallowed hard. "Should I say?!"