Super Fighting Tokyo.

Seeing that his two punches had failed, Shiraki moved back and circled around Hose on the ring, launching quick attacks at each other from time to time.

Bang bang bang!

The two exchanged blows continuously, creating a dazzling spectacle.

The atmosphere was just right, and Dijon couldn't help but snap his fingers.

{Yo! Yo! I'm Dijon, and this is my style of dance.}

If you're a dreamer, stand tall.

If you don't want to give up, you have to start.

Do it!

Dijon clenched his fist, gesturing to Shiraki, "C'mon, Let's dance!"

"brake!"

Shiraki stepped forward to greet Hosei.

Hose, as before, attacked with both hands, seemingly without any change in her moves, still grabbing Shiraki's left arm.

But this time, when Shiraki tried to break free, Hosei suddenly leaned back and used the strength of a wrestler's waist and abdomen to throw Shiraki away.

Swish!

Bai Mucheng was thrown backward and staggered, crashing into the ring ropes, disrupting his offensive rhythm.

Dijon waved his hand helplessly.

{NO, NO, NO, Baby, this won't do.}

Follow your Rhythm! Move with your own Rhythm!

bass……

Shiraki used his back muscles to spring himself off the ropes, lowered his center of gravity to the lowest point, and lunged forward to hug Hose's waist and abdomen.

Zangief-Siberian Express!

Swish!

Shiraki gripped Hosei tightly with both hands, using a Russian wrestling throw to flip him over and deliver a powerful bomb slam, slamming his back heavily onto the ring.

Boom!

Haha—OK, OK!

Dijk clapped repeatedly, and the spectators couldn't help but shout their praises.

"—!!"

There were no outsiders present, so anyone could see that the combat practice was a mismatch between the two sides, with Shiraki Sei having the upper hand from beginning to end.

Even so...

Even so, it still managed to get the audience excited, making them want to relive the exciting moments again and again!

"Those two are truly fantastic!"

Zangdi Quwu crossed his arms, exchanged a glance with Shechuan beside him, and laughed loudly, "Practice over!"

Chapter 281 I Can't Help You Either

As expected, the wrestling practice was to end with wrestling-style moves!

PowerBomb – translated as "Bomb Drop".

It requires lifting the opponent high into a back-down position for a heavy slam attack, making it highly dependent on the user's strength.

In terms of weight alone, Shiraki Sei (101kg) is not as heavy as Hose Kanzaki (115kg), but in the wrestling world, such a weight difference is not significant.

With a low center of gravity during the running dive, Shiraki successfully used this move, throwing Hose into a brief daze, leaving her lying on her back on the ring.

"Practice over!"

The Tibetan exorcist loudly proclaimed.

Immediately, Bai Mucheng jumped up, supporting himself with both hands, and raised his right fist high to signal to the audience below the stage.

Whether it was professional wrestlers or members of the Metropolitan Police Department's judo club—the audience cheered and celebrated, feeling thoroughly satisfied and exhilarated.

In the world of professional wrestling, whether a fight is exciting or not is definitely not entirely determined by the fighting ability of the two sides!

"call……"

Shiraki Seiji stepped off the stage.

There was blood on his face, and he was sweating a lot.

But when he looked up at Wu Fengshui and Yuantian who came to greet him, he couldn't help but grin.

Bai Mucheng smiled even more broadly when Wu Fengshui handed him a towel and water, exclaiming, "Your movements are so beautiful!"

……

……

After stretching his body and resting for a while, Shiraki went to the bathroom to shower.

Swish...

The showerhead sprays out a warm stream of water.

Bai Mucheng stood under the flowing water, barefoot on the floor tiles, his hands holding onto the wall, letting the water wash over his entire body, feeling incredibly comfortable.

The bloodstains and sweat were washed away.

The gentle warmth rising from the shower made the entire room feel hazy, perfect for someone to ponder random thoughts.

When exactly did it begin?

Not only when fighting strong enemies, but even when the opponent is slightly weaker, or even during daily practice, I can't help but think about things related to "what is strength".

During the journey, they encountered other people and experienced different kinds of "power"...

Interesting!

"..."

Bai Mucheng washed his face and rinsed his mouth with warm water, and immediately felt much more refreshed.

From the ventilation vent, you can hear lively sounds coming from outside the window; the streets are bustling with people as the festival approaches.

As the ink swelled, Dijon's illusory image appeared.

In short, what you can bring to the beach and a celebration is your body, soul, and music. Forget everything else and get moving!

Whether it's music or fighting, no problem!

{Buddy, from today onwards you're my apprentice. Don't stand on ceremony, feel free to ask me anything!}

{Anyway, I don't lose anything by teaching you the moves, hehe!}

{…}

Hearing Dijie's words, Shiraki couldn't help but laugh.

He is truly a sunny, cheerful, enthusiastic, and even somewhat scatterbrained master!

Bai Mucheng looked at his palm.

The moves he learned were all his masters' techniques, but how to execute them—that was the fighting style that Shiraki Cheng had to think about.

"..."

Bai Mucheng became happier and happier as he thought about it. He couldn't contain his loneliness and wanted to finish washing up as soon as possible so he could go to the practice field and chat with those people.

But when he turned around and grabbed at his shampoo, he found that it was all gone.

Just a quick rinse? My hair feels sticky and uncomfortable...

Just as I was thinking this, suddenly—the girl's hand reached out from the corner of the wall and handed me a bottle of shampoo.

Shiramu Cheng was lost in thought, so he habitually took the towel and rubbed his head until it was covered in foam, then suddenly realized that he hadn't brought a towel.

The girl handed the towel over again.

Shiraki Cheng: "...?"

Sensing his disciple's hesitation, Dij's illusory figure slowly dissipated.

{Yo, Buddy! If you run into any problems, just tell me, okay? It's a promise!}

{Although I can't help you right now, haha...}

Shiramu Cheng: "..."

Forget it, I'll just pretend I don't know.

……

……

Soon, Shiramu Cheng finished washing up and changed his clothes.

Wu Fengshui was already waiting at the door. He tossed over another dry towel, which Bai Mu took and used to wipe his ears and hair.

"Phew, that feels so much better!"

He and the girl returned to the arena, where everyone was gathered together resting and chatting.

By this time, Kanzaki Hose had recovered. He removed his wrestling mask, wiped the blood off his face, bandaged the wounds from the slams, and sat on the edge of the ring to rest.

He saw Bai Mucheng approaching, so he put down the water bottle in his hand, jumped off the stage, and stood in front of Bai Mucheng, facing him.

suddenly--

Hose threw a punch, lightly landing on Shiraki's chest. "You're really strong. I've lost!"

Bai Mucheng was a little embarrassed, "It was just practice..."