Super Fighting Tokyo.

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

Shechuan repeated himself, looking at Shiraki Chenghe and Tibet, and said leisurely:

"That 'Inugari Kanji,' who is always at his strongest in front of the audience, said that to me."

"He said a lot more..."

"Masters exist only in martial arts, not in the world of wrestling."

"In wrestling, there is no me—Shibukawa Goki! Nor is there the [God of War], Gokuji Doppo!"

Shechuan clenched his fist, showing off his still-muscular forearm to everyone.

"The idea of ​​an aging wrestler using his declining physique and technique to overwhelm a younger wrestler—this kind of master-level wrestling—does not exist in wrestling."

"—That's what Ino-Kari Kanji said!"

Shechuan looked at Bai Mucheng and raised an eyebrow. "Your thoughts are similar to yours, right?"

Bai Mucheng paused, still feeling a sense of unease.

Does it really look like it?

However, Tibet strongly agrees with the words of Shibukawa—or rather, the "Ino-giri Kanji."

"Professional wrestling is a high-risk field that carries the banner of entertainment, using exaggerated character designs, dramatic storylines, and visually impactful throws to win the audience's applause by faking fights and actually throwing."

“Unlike martial arts or modern combat techniques, wrestling is something else entirely, and it is closely linked to age; older people cannot sustain stage performances.”

"Therefore, it is true that professional wrestling cannot produce masters of a particular style."

"..."

Bai Mucheng stroked his chin, his thoughts growing deeper, as if he could vaguely grasp something.

Shibukawa noticed the change in Shiraki's aura and suddenly changed the subject, shouting, "If you ask me, that old bastard Inugari is just talking nonsense and lying again!"

Shiraki Cheng: "...?"

Tibet Exorcist: "...??"

The two were momentarily confused as to why he had suddenly started to refute them.

Shibukawa raised an eyebrow and smiled, "The core of professional wrestling is 'entertaining the audience.' Everything is to make the audience cheer and to fully satisfy their desires."

"Therefore, Inugari Kanji is always at his strongest when the audience is watching!"

"That's why the group of professional wrestlers led by the Tibetan kid stepped onto the fighting ring with a non-defensive stance, ready to take all of their opponent's moves!"

"—It's that simple."

Shibukawa's gaze shifted, "A professional wrestler who takes entertaining the audience to the extreme can be called a wrestling master."

"And what about you, Brother Shiraki?"

"What exactly does fighting mean to you, and to what extent do you need to reach a level that can 'fill your stomach'?"

"..."

Shiraki was stunned by Shibukawa's words and remained speechless for a long time.

He walked straight to a spot not far away, stood in front of a heavy sandbag, and gently stroked the surface of the sandbag with his fingers, feeling the roughness with his fingertips.

Karate, Muay Thai, wrestling, military combat, mixed martial arts, boxing...

The masters' moves and techniques were so captivating that Bai Mucheng couldn't help but immerse himself in them, wanting to try everything.

But there are subtle commonalities among them!

[Charge], [Strike], [Run], [Choose], [Confirm]...

These are all numerous techniques, demanding a great deal from Shiraki Sei's movements!

Shiraki couldn't help but wonder how he could achieve the most ideal physical movements required by the "moves" he had learned.

boom……

Bai Mucheng gently pushed the sandbag in front of him, causing it to sway slightly with a very small amplitude.

Then--

Snapped!Snapped!

Without knowing when or why, Bai Mucheng suddenly threw two quick punches, hitting the sandbag twice as it swayed slightly.

Two cuts appeared on the sandbag, one deep and one shallow.

Its sharpness and lethality far surpass those of the past!

Bai Mucheng lowered his right fist, and a few wisps of white smoke seemed to still rise from the tip of his fist.

How can the "moves" I have accumulated now meet my requirements for "fighting"?

Regardless of the style or technique used, what can be derived is something more fundamental...

What kind of "fighting" can I actually do?

……

……

Bai Mucheng had some ideas, but after thinking about them for a long time, he came up with no results.

Tibetan Quwu understood and suggested with a smile, "Would you like to exercise with us?"

Chapter 278 Arena Practice

Even just watching, the training methods of professional wrestling are still the kind that can make you sweat profusely and get professionals excited.

Rope climbing back and forth, push-ups, German bridge, Indian squats...

These are all just warm-ups!

Wrestlers—especially those in the "professional wrestling" group to which Tibetan Quwu belongs—ultimately acquired "resilient muscles" through this unscientific training.

{…}

As the ink flowed, Zangief clapped and encouraged his apprentice to bravely step onto the stage.

Bai Mucheng put his hands on his hips, shook his head in distress, and said, "I simply can't refuse Mr. Zangdi's personal invitation!"

As he spoke, Bai Mucheng jumped up and down a few times, his eyes darting towards the arena. "So, what's our strategy?"

Shiramu Cheng was looking at the arena, not the training area.

Seeing this, Hose Kanzaki, who was not far away, couldn't help but laugh.

This tall wrestler from Mexico fought alongside "Weird Guy" Mitsuyo Koishi in a "street fight" many years ago.

He was still quite inexperienced back then, but he has matured considerably and his wrestling skills have improved day by day.

"Brother Shiraki, you're just like Mushi, you subconsciously think that wrestling is just about getting into a fight, that won't do!"

Hose Kanzaki corrected helplessly, "Training with us is fine, and I'm also okay with fighting in private, but it's a different story if you want to step into the wrestling ring."

"Well……"

Shiramu Cheng felt a pang of regret. "Can we use slow motion to form a fight? It's been a long time since I've fought a big guy. I have a lot of ideas now."

Hose Kanzaki looked at Kurachi Kōgo, who smiled and explained, "If you really want to experience professional wrestling, you still have to write a script, create a character, and find an audience."

"True professional wrestling is about fighting under the watchful eyes and cheers of the audience, so you can't just do it on a whim."

Zangdi Quwu stretched his arms, then suddenly changed the subject, "However... it's a rare opportunity, so it's good to practice in the ring."

Upon hearing this, Shiraki raised an eyebrow and smiled, while Hose Kanzaki became even more excited.

"Ha, how understanding, senior!"

Hose, who was leaning against the wall, rushed over immediately upon hearing this, stretched out her strong fist, and gently pushed against Shiraki's chest.

“When I was drinking with Mr. Mushi before, he mentioned you to me several times. I’ve wanted to have a match with you for a long time, but unfortunately, the group has been busy.”

"..."

However, Bai Mucheng did not respond. Instead, he looked up at the sky and murmured, "That [Prison Angel] is not here. I would rather spar with the 'famous players' from both the inner and outer realms."

Anyone could tell from those words that Hose Kanzaki was not taken seriously.

Therefore, Hosei suddenly became agitated, rushed to a short distance away, and hooked a metal folding chair with her leg.

Swish!

The folding chair hovered in front of Hose. Hose threw a powerful punch, smashing the sturdy chair to pieces. The fragments flew and crashed into the wall.

Click!

Hosei clenched his fists, veins bulging on his thick arms, and glared at Shiraki with gritted teeth.

"Even though you're Mr. Mushi's friend, don't get too cocky!"

"..."

Bai Mucheng remained silent, still looking up at the sky, seemingly still wanting to see Guan Linchun more.

This scene was incredibly tense, making Sonoda break out in a cold sweat, feeling like a fight was about to break out at any moment.

To Sonoda's surprise, Wu Fengshui was laughing heartily, as if the conflict was something particularly interesting.

Do girls from the Wu clan really enjoy watching excitement?

Sonoda was both puzzled and worried, caught in a dilemma.

Seeing this, Shiraki suddenly lowered his head, his expression changed, and he laughed, "Brother Sonoda, how are you feeling? You were nervous just now!"

Sonoda was stunned. "...Huh?"

Bai Mucheng laughed and slapped his thigh, "Everything that just happened was a 'script' before the ring practice. That's what makes it wrestling style, right?"

"To correct you, it's American wrestling style."

Zangdi Quwu chimed in, "While it's not entirely accurate, he's certainly a friend of Mushi Mitsuyo; he really understands us reckless guys!"