Super Fighting Tokyo.

Bai Mucheng shook his head and said, "Then I probably have no chance, and I have no such idea."

Shibukawa blinked and said quietly, "Hmm, with your training method... is it that your desires are uncontrollable?"

"perhaps?"

Shiraki stroked his chin, describing his feelings: "The power of throwing a punch, the power of kicking, and the grappling and diving..."

"I want to know what true strength is, so I can only keep learning, hoping that when the answer comes, I will be able to understand its mysteries."

"If the answer is right in front of me, but I'm unable to understand it—that would be such a shame!"

Shiramu Cheng grinned.

"Am I on the right path in my studies? Or will I end up achieving nothing?"

"I don't need to think about it, because that's something only grandmasters would consider!"

"..."

After hearing this, Shechuan blinked, finding it difficult to comment for a moment.

The old man seemed to want to say something, but then stopped himself.

Wow, there are fighters like this...

……

……

After digesting their food, the group continued their stroll in the afternoon.

Sonoda immediately felt relieved.

Because Shibukawa Gonki gave up defending his title, Sonoda was no longer so nervous and no longer needed to care about the awkward relationship between the Metropolitan Police Department and the Wu family.

All I have to do now is accompany Professor Shechuan and enjoy this publicly funded business trip!

—That's what Sonoda thought.

"..."

Guided by Wu Fengshui, the group strolled around, stopping frequently to buy souvenirs. Even Shechuan bought several gifts for his friends.

Everyone carried large and small bags and enjoyed the shopping trip immensely.

At this point, Sonoda suggested, "We could send the package to the judo club's training ground and ask them to take it back to Tokyo. That would be more convenient."

The training ground for the Metropolitan Police Department's Judo Club was originally a temporary ring in the central square, since that ring belonged to Shibukawa at the time.

However, as the ring changed hands, the judo club stopped training there.

Shiraki didn't mind, but Sonoda felt embarrassed, so they changed the venue, since there was a gymnasium in Kure no Sato for training.

"It's okay, just think of those rascals as having come here for training, after all, Teacher Shechuan is here too."

Sonoda waved his hand and smiled, looking very relaxed.

The group headed towards the stadium.

……

……

As soon as you push open the gymnasium door, you can hear two groups of people arguing and mocking each other, seemingly arguing about the use of the training grounds.

"Hey, why are you using our equipment area, you judo club of the Metropolitan Police Department?"

"Huh? Then you professional wrestlers shouldn't come to our training ground either!"

"..."

Judo club? Professional wrestling?

Upon hearing this, Shiraki Sei and Shibukawa Takeki, who were walking at the front, found it amusing and couldn't help but laugh.

"Haha! What a rare sight!"

"Let's go take a walk and have a look."

An old man and a young man strode into the stadium side by side.

Sonoda: "..."

The middle-aged man, who had just relaxed, couldn't help but raise his palm and slap his forehead.

hiss……

My head hurts!

Chapter 276 The Same Fighting Style

This is a gymnasium converted from a warehouse, and it occupies a large area.

It looks rough, but it has all kinds of facilities and equipment, including a boxing ring, a ground fighting training ground, and even bathrooms and changing rooms.

Normally, this is one of the training grounds for the Wu clan.

With the summer festival approaching, the person in charge of the place has many things to do, so it will be temporarily closed and will reopen after the festival.

……

The members of the Metropolitan Police Department's judo club were placed here for intensive training after leaving the central plaza ring.

However, they did not expect that because the venue was so suitable, another "group" was also placed there, and the two groups shared the same training venue.

In terms of the number of people, there are not many on either side, so it will not affect each other at all. Therefore, there is actually no problem with this arrangement.

Unfortunately, neither of these groups were simply fitness enthusiasts; they were more interested in actual combat and competition, and many of them were quite large.

On one side is the Metropolitan Police Department's Judo Club, which has many Olympic-level athletes;

They witnessed the ring match this morning and were still immersed in the playful antics of Shekawa and Shiraki, feeling their blood boiling and unable to resist increasing their training intensity.

On the other hand, there is the well-known large organization that handles everything from deathmatch to regular wrestling – Super Japan Wrestling, which also has many star wrestlers;

This group is preparing for a tour exhibition match, and the boss happens to be on good terms with local businessmen, so he chose Wuzhili as the training ground.

Both the former and the latter are incredibly proud of their respective fields.

With this mindset, the tension between them escalated quickly, though they were far from resorting to violence, they still exchanged constant taunts and banter.

"Get to writing the script, wrestling guys!"

"Not working during the day? Taking such a long vacation, you tax thief~~~"

Older people tend to be more composed, but younger, newer people often find it hard to resist.

"Hey, wanna have a squat contest?"

"Let's practice some throws and pins. Don't worry, I won't let you get hurt..."

Everyone chimed in with their own opinions.

Just then, a thin old man suddenly appeared, pouting and stirring things up, "Oh? Speaking of which, judo and wrestling both determine the winner by suppressing the opponent, right?"

The judo officer, oblivious to the elderly man, casually replied, "According to judo rules, the opponent must land on their back, which is much stricter than wrestling!"

Shiraki Seiya also stepped forward with a smile, sizing up the burly professional wrestlers, and grinned, "Wrestling attire is quite free, isn't it? Judo matches require wearing a uniform."

"That's right!"

The burly wrestler shouted back, "All you do is grab and throw your shirt to pin your opponent, it's so boring!"

"..."

Wu Fengshui found it amusing and joined Bai Mucheng's side.

The girl blinked her black-and-white eyes and said with a grin, "Professional wrestling is exciting, and quite a few people in my family like it too."

The judo club members immediately objected, "See that big guy? His name is Tawarashi, and he's won countless championships and runner-up titles in competitions big and small!"

"Pshaw, they're just star players, we can have as many as we want!"

The professional wrestler gestured and pointed at one of the team members, "Have you heard of 'El O Ninja'? His real name is Hose Kanzaki, and he's really popular on social media lately!"

"Aha..."

Shiraki found it amusing and ruffled the girl's hair. The girl stuck out her tongue, and Shibukawa, who was standing next to her, couldn't help but grin.

At this moment, another middle-aged man approached the three of them. He was wearing a shirt and shorts, and appeared to be around forty or fifty years old. He was very well-built and had prominent earlobes.

He is 184cm tall, weighs at least 105kg, has bulging muscles all over his body, has a mustache, and his hair is parted in a 3/7 style and is very shiny.

The middle-aged man quipped loudly, "What kind of star contestant is he! Guan Lin's curry-making video last time got more than twice the likes of Hose's competition video!"

These words immediately intensified the tension between the two groups.

But after catching their breath, the two groups suddenly realized that someone was stirring things up—and not just one.

The professional wrestlers felt the voice at the end sounded familiar, and when they turned around, it was indeed the same person.

The last person to speak was a "veteran" of professional wrestling, nicknamed the "God of Wrestling"—

Drive me out of Tibet!

"..."

Tibetan Quwu smiled knowingly, then turned to look at the three people beside him—a young man, a girl, and an old man. They stared at each other, then couldn't help but laugh together.

The atmosphere was quite subtle.

Thanks to the experienced professional, Morio Sonoda, who stepped in to smooth things over and, in his capacity as Superintendent, got the judo club members to train properly.

"Go away, they were here first, and it's a proper training camp. We just need to do our daily practice and not disturb them."

"Yes……"

The judo team members dispersed to watch, and the professional wrestlers stopped shouting. The tension at the scene dissipated.

The professional wrestlers, looking at Zangdi Quwu, one of the troublemakers, couldn't help but complain: "Senior, you're just stirring up trouble too!"

"Haha, a lively atmosphere helps relax muscles!"