Super Fighting Tokyo.

Tibetan Quwu laughed heartily, hands on his hips, and let the professional wrestlers continue their training.

Subsequently, Zangdi and Yuantian met, and as the persons in charge of their respective places, they apologized to each other and finally shook hands and made peace.

After dealing with group matters, all that was left was private conversation.

"Well!?"

Zangdi suddenly turned around and warmly shook hands with Shibukawa. "I've heard so much about you! You must be Shibukawa, the master of Aikido? You look so energetic!"

Shechuan laughed heartily and echoed his sentiments.

After introducing himself to everyone, Zangdi Quwu greeted Wu Fengshui, then looked at Bai Mucheng and smiled even more happily.

"Brother Bai Mu, nice to meet you."

Tibet extended its hand, "I am an old friend of Mushi Mitsuyo. Many years ago, I participated in the fighting elimination tournament of the Six Senses Association with him."

Bai Mucheng's memories surged, recalling the person who drove him from Tibet.

This elderly gentleman, nicknamed the "God of Wrestling," possesses an extraordinary passion and confidence in professional wrestling.

He believes that there is no defense in professional wrestling, so he is determined to completely withstand his opponent's moves, even against aggressive wrestlers.

This unparalleled dedication profoundly influenced one of his juniors—

【Prison Angel】Guan Linchun!

Whether in the world of professional wrestling or in the realm of Kengan, [Hell Angel] is renowned and an absolutely powerful fighter.

Kengan's career record is 57 wins!

"..."

Bai Mucheng looked left and right, but couldn't find Guan Linchun.

"Are they looking for our star player?"

Tibet understood immediately and laughed, "Chun, he went to the mall to buy food supplies himself, after all, the training camp consumes a lot of resources!"

Bai Mucheng nodded.

Suddenly, Zangdi thought of someone else: "Oh right, there's one more person you should meet. He's also a friend of Mushi's, and he recently moved here."

As he spoke, Zangdi turned around and called out, "House, come say hello to your friend!"

Upon hearing this, a tall, long-haired wrestler not far away stopped his squatting practice and looked up at Shiramu Cheng.

He was wearing a mask that covered the upper half of his face, but his chin looked young, probably around 25 years old. He was 178cm tall, very muscular, and weighed at least 115kg.

The Tibetan introduced, "This is Hose Kanzaki, a very energetic young man."

"Hey, Mushi mentioned you to me. Let's talk about it after practice, your muscles need to cool down."

Hosei responded and continued doing Indian squats.

The other wrestlers were doing the same, practicing with great enthusiasm, creating an intense atmosphere.

"..."

Upon seeing this, Shibukawa suddenly realized something.

He turned to look at Bai Mucheng and smiled, "Brother Bai Mu, you told me during your lunch break that you couldn't help but practice various styles of moves, and you didn't expect to become a grandmaster, right?"

Bai Mucheng nodded.

Shibukawa squinted. "When faced with a punch, karate and Muay Thai respond in completely different ways, but in the end, the essence of these fighting styles is exactly the same."

"Take our morning competition, for example—"

"You wanted to hit me, so you used the afterswing of my upward palm strike to create an opportunity to act faster than me, thus being able to grab my head."

"This fighting style will remain unchanged regardless of whether you use Muay Thai, karate, wrestling, or other martial arts, because your fighting mindset is already there."

"No matter what style or technique you use, you will choose to do it this way."

"Or rather, it's precisely because you have many good mentors that you can experience more quickly the same fighting style across different techniques!"

"..."

Bai Mucheng listened with some confusion.

But upon closer examination, it is true that moves such as "Killing Intent" and "Confirm Counter" are essentially the same, regardless of the style of fighting techniques used.

Whether it's a throw, a rising dragon punch, or a defensive move, [Killing Intent] can choose whatever it wants;

Whether it's a backhand punch, a straight punch, a side kick, or even a charged heavy punch, it can all be delivered in the instant of a [sure counter]!

what is this?

It's not karate, not Muay Thai, not mixed martial arts, not wrestling, not... and so on...

If I had to put it simply, it was Shiraki Sei's "fighting" style—nothing more.

"Haha! Having a problem, Shiraki-kun?"

"It's great to have professional wrestling here."

Shibukawa suddenly grinned, recalling with a smile: "Just a short while ago, when I went to visit him in the hospital, that professional wrestler said to me—"

"There are no grandmasters in the world of professional wrestling."

"My thoughts are similar to yours, right?"

Chapter 277 A Domain Without Grandmasters

Are there no grandmasters in the world of professional wrestling?

"..."

Bai Mucheng frowned in thought, finding it difficult to understand for a moment.

He turned his head and followed Shechuan's gaze, and could see that group of professional wrestlers were practicing desperately, doing extremely high-intensity Indian squats.

The senior Tibetan exorcist was supervising from the side.

"Make your internal organs sweat, and transform your whole body into tough muscles!"

"You brats, get ready to fight to the death! If you can't even keep up with the warm-up, you'll just end up collapsing on the ring!"

"Stop!"

"Screech—!!"

Rhythmic squats, one after another.

Bai Mucheng's thoughts were still lingering on what had just happened, and he wanted to ask Shechuan again, but the old man had a profound and unfathomable expression, indicating that Bai Mucheng should think about it some more.

Soon, the squat warm-up was over.

The wrestlers wiped their sweat and drank water, while Zangdi Quwu returned to Bai Mucheng's side, wanting to hear their opinions on the warm-up exercises they had just done.

"The spectacle was astounding; it made me sweat just watching..."

Sonoda couldn't help but exclaim, "After seeing it in person, even I'm becoming a fan of professional wrestling!"

Shibukawa squinted and laughed, "Haha! What a group of hardworking young people, putting in so much effort for 'performance,' amazing!"

Upon hearing this, before Zangdi Quwu could speak, Sonoda, who was standing to the side, became somewhat nervous.

While professional wrestling in the real world is indeed a performance, wouldn't Shibukawa's comments really provoke these muscular men who are practicing seriously?

The answer is no.

Just as Sonoda was about to smooth things over, the other wrestlers, including Zangdi, suddenly burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha!"

Zangdi wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, "As expected of Teacher Shechuan, what he said was really harsh, but it is indeed the truth. After all, that's what professional wrestling is all about!"

The veteran grinned and said, "Whether you call us actors, or you are belittled and provoked, all we professional wrestlers can do is believe in professional wrestling."

"This is how a true professional wrestler survives!"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Shibukawa put his hands on his hips and turned to Shiraki, saying, "I've bet everything on jujitsu, while these guys have bet everything on professional wrestling."

Zangdi Quwu was very happy, "It is a great honor to be praised by the [Martial Saint] in this way."

"Hoho~!"

Shibukawa chuckled a few times, and seeing that Shiraki was still confused, he suddenly widened his eyes and looked at the professional wrestlers not far away.

The old man spoke up and shouted, "As long as you have the will, you can do anything!"

His words were spoken with such force that they startled everyone around him.

But then, including Tibetan Quwu, the group of professional wrestlers came to their senses, and were both surprised and delighted, and couldn't help but laugh and cheer.

"So even the Martial Saint watches wrestling!"

"Haha, that's so nostalgic, I really miss that phrase..."

"This sentence is powerful no matter when you hear it!"

"..."

Shiraki Cheng was even more puzzled, and Sonoda and Wu Fengshui also blinked blankly.

A Tibetan explained, “‘With spirit, anything is possible!’—This is a famous line from the retired professional wrestler ‘Kanji Inugari’.”

Bai Mucheng's memories surged, and he recalled them at this moment.

The boar hunt is complete.

A powerful veteran professional wrestler who participated in the Tokyo Dome underground elimination tournament alongside other strong wrestlers such as Shibukawa, Baki, Doppo, and Retsu Kaioh.

He even defeated the sumo wrestler "Golden Dragon Mountain" in Yokozuna, but ultimately lost to Baki Hanma.

Later, when the five death row inmates broke in, Inogari was provoked by Sikorsky. He was no match for Sikorsky and was slashed on the face by Sikorsky's knuckles. He was only recently discharged from the hospital.

Judging from Shibukawa's words, it seems that when Inugari Kanji was hospitalized, Shibukawa visited him, and during their conversation, that sentence was mentioned—