Super Fighting Tokyo.

After all, it's just practice, so there's no need to even say "start".

The moment he lowered his center of gravity, Zangdi was already ready for battle, pouncing on the old man in front of him at any moment.

The other person was just a small old man weighing 47kg, so once they started wrestling, well...

fart!

Tibet couldn't help but laugh.

If it were that easy to determine a winner, then the title of "Martial Saint" would be far too cheap.

But in any case, a professional wrestler must give it his all in the ring; that's what makes it fantastic!

"...!"

Even with this mindset, Tibet quickly realized something was wrong.

The old man in front of me simply stood still, his right foot slightly forward, his hands pressed down, yet he exuded an unimaginable sense of stability.

His entire body was like an iron fortress, impossible to breach!

brush brush...

They tried to shift their positions to the left and right, attempting to attack from different angles, but to no avail.

"This stalemate isn't exciting at all!"

Zangdi gritted his teeth, and with a "whoosh," he leaped out of the ground, lunging at Shechuan head-on, while simultaneously preparing to withstand the attack.

The instant he made contact with Shechuan, Shechuan suddenly raised his right arm, flipped Zangdi into the air, and his whole body spun counterclockwise.

"Yow!"

With just one hand, Shechuan made the robust Tibetan body spin even faster, and then suddenly stopped, letting the Tibetan body spin and crash into the arena floor.

Boom!

He landed hard on the ground and barely managed to stand up, blood flowing from his nose and the corners of his mouth.

Shibukawa squinted and exclaimed, "As expected of professional wrestlers! Just like sumo wrestlers, you guys are incredibly resilient once you're ready to be hit!"

"Ha ha!"

Zangdi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, opened his eyes and looked at Shechuan, "If you want to have a good fight with me—teacher, I only have one move I can use."

Upon hearing this, Shibukawa laughed loudly, "Heh, I happen to have a trick up my sleeve too, want to try it out together?"

The two nodded, and the onlookers listened intently.

The next second—

Snapped!

Shibukawa and Kurachi turned around at the same time and quickly slapped the hands of the other two people on the sidelines, namely Shiraki and Hose Kanzaki.

Shiraki Cheng: "...?"

Before he could react, Shibukawa threw him onto the ring, and he staggered a few steps before finally regaining his footing.

Substitution?

So that's how they fought so brilliantly?!

Just as Shiramu Cheng had figured it out, he suddenly realized that if Tibet also chose to change its leader, then his opponent would now be...

boom!

A muffled thud was heard.

Bai Mucheng looked up and saw that there was no one in front of him, but a dark figure suddenly jumped up and flew into the air.

It’s Honase Kanzaki!

This burly wrestler, standing 175cm tall and weighing a hefty 115kg, leaped into the air like a high jumper, executing the classic wrestling move, "Moon Reversal."

Swish!

In the instant of falling, Hose adjusted her movements, then used a heel hook to strike Shiraki Sho's head.

boom!

Bai Mucheng raised his arms to block, feeling the heavy force of the flying kick, and felt a surge of satisfaction.

"It's been so long since I've had a fight with anyone!"

[Rumble and fall]!

Swish!

Shiraki kicked upwards, forcing Hose to land defensively. The two then faced each other and began exchanging blows.

Bang bang bang!

In terms of height, Shiramoto Shigeo, at 187cm, is taller, thus having a slight advantage in arm span.

But in terms of sheer power in a direct brawl, the larger Hose is heavier!

boom!

After a straight punch landed, Hose took it by force with her pectoral muscles, leaving a red and swollen fist mark on her skin, but Hose herself didn't care at all.

"Even in practice, that punch was heavy enough... for a fighter."

Hose stretched her arms and grinned, saying, "For you fighters, it's okay not to take the opponent's attacks; you can even freely defend against their special techniques!"

"But for professional wrestlers, it's something they can't even dream of."

"We are not allowed to do such naive things!"

Hose landed a barrage of heavy punches, forcing Shiraki to retreat step by step.

"Even if a 250kg giant were to fly over and crush you, a professional wrestler wouldn't dodge; he would have to take all of his opponent's special moves!"

boom!

Another heavy punch landed on Bai Mucheng's raised arm, followed by a series of side kicks and punches.

"You're really strong, Shiraki..."

Hose gritted her teeth and hissed, "Although I don't know what that Spartan senior is going to train me in, all I know—and all I'm proud of—is professional wrestling!"

Swish!

The elbow strikes and heavy punches were delivered in succession, causing Bai Mucheng to sway left and right, and even find it impossible to avoid them.

……

The situation looks extremely dangerous.

Off the field, Sonoda, who was watching the game, noticed that Wu Fengshui was cheering with the crowd and seemed very happy.

Sonoda was puzzled, but the girl blinked her black-and-white eyes and smiled, "Because it's amazing, isn't it?"

"That's true."

Sonoda paused, then shook her head helplessly, saying, "You and Shiraki-kun are really close..."

Wu Fengshui grinned.

……

On the field, Hose continued her fierce attack, but as the attacks continued, she frowned more and more, as nothing seemed right.

Whether Shiramoto defended or not, his punches and kicks did indeed hit him.

Strangely, no matter how fiercely it attacked, even at the cost of exposing its weaknesses for the sake of power, it still could not inflict effective damage.

This doesn't feel like hitting a block of iron or a rock; it feels like hitting a person, but being completely blocked!

Hose never imagined that Shiraki Masaru could be defeated!

boom!

Another powerful punch sent Bai Mucheng staggering backward, his hands landing on the ropes of the ring.

Shiraki Sei wasn't in a hurry to leave. Instead, he leaned against the rope with a smile, leisurely looking at Hose Kanzaki, and couldn't help but grin.

He liked the simple spotlights in the ring, and he also liked the smell of blood.

"Thank you, Hosei-kun, and thank you, Mr. Kuraji, and all of you in professional wrestling."

"Just like how you're so obsessed with showcasing amazing skills to entertain the audience..."

"What exactly do I want to do, and what level do I want to achieve—the passion in the wrestling ring made me realize this, and I really appreciate you guys practicing with me."

shuh...

With that, Shiraki straightened his body, took a leisurely step forward, and walked towards Hose.

"...?!"

Before Hose could react, Shiraki reached out his left hand, grabbed Hose's left cheek, and then pulled her to his left side.

At the same time, he kicked out with his left leg and swept it to the side, hitting the inside of Hose's right knee, causing Hose to stagger and squat slightly.

Swish!

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Shiraki stepped forward, stomping on Hosei's left knee. He then pushed himself up, raising his left foot and stomping on Hosei's face.

With arms swung back to maintain balance, the whole person is in a posture like climbing stairs, looking down!

Faintly, the ink and water surged endlessly, and the master's hearty laughter could be heard.

Daydreaming is a waste of life, get moving!

{Rhythm is everything, Buddy!}

What you're about to use is kickboxer "Southern Comet" Dee Jae's signature throw!!

【DJO Stomp Beat】——!

Chapter 280 [The Southern Comet]