Super Fighting Tokyo.

Hose frankly admitted, "I did lose! In a real fight, it would have been a crushing defeat—I would never deny that."

"But that's how wrestlers are. Even if they're knocked down countless times, as long as they don't give up, they can get back up and start again."

"—This is the script I wrote for myself. Just wait for me in the ring!"

Hose clenched her fist and bumped it against Shiraki.

Shiraki Cheng could clearly feel the heat and power emanating from that fist, and couldn't help but murmur in amazement, "So strong..."

Not just Hose, but professional wrestling itself.

However, as a senior figure in professional wrestling and a recognized "Spartan" coach, Kyogo Kurachi had something else to say to Hose.

"Even so, Hose, you really did suffer a crushing defeat!"

The Tibetan man crossed his arms and joked, "You've been doing underground fighting lately? Is it called 'Purgatory' again? You haven't neglected your training because of it, have you?"

"No way! Senior, you can see that I can't beat you even in a grappling match!"

Hosei retorted loudly.

As professional wrestlers in the mainstream world, they are absolutely not allowed to engage in underground fighting according to the rules, as it would have a very bad impact if they were discovered.

Thanks to the open-mindedness of the Tibetan people, they turn a blind eye to such things.

As for "Purgatory," it is an underground fighting group that has emerged in recent years, supported by high-intensity entertainment and generous prize money.

Compared to Kengan, Purgatory focuses more on the audience's enjoyment, and therefore has gained a lot of support, with its scale increasing year by year.

"Speaking of which, Brother Shiraki, you also know that 'Guan Linchun', right?"

Hose clenched her fist. "I chose to fight in underground combat because I wanted to train myself and catch up with Brother Guan Lin."

"Unlike the Kengan Association, Purgatory is also very interesting. For example, the rules are quite different. Go check it out when you have time!"

"I heard that some fighters are also interested in that 'Kengan Zetsu Street Championship'..."

"..."

Shiramu Cheng nodded, not refusing.

However, according to memory and rumors, there are many rules in Purgatory, which are very different from the "nothing is forbidden except bare hands" rule in the basement of Tokyo Dome.

In comparison, unregulated battles are definitely more interesting!

Zangdi handed Shiraki a bottle of water, saying, "Hoose, you've gone astray, you've actually started soliciting customers for your own group?"

Hose pouted and whispered, "Senior, you've been involved in street fights before, haven't you?"

With his hands on his hips, the Tibetan man said, "You're so talkative! You dare to talk back to me? You're defying your superior!"

The two wrestlers were playfully fighting, and everyone watched with laughter.

……

……

It was evening.

Bai Mucheng, Wu Fengshui, Shechuan, and Yuantian bid farewell, intending to return to the clan chief's residence for dinner.

Before parting, Zangdi Quwu remembered what Mushi Mitsuyo had said about Shiraki Sei's collecting hobby, so he gave him a business card that read "Professional Wrestling".

Then he took out four general VIP invitation vouchers and gave them to the four people respectively.

"If you want to watch our game, just have this ticket, and you'll definitely be able to buy a seat for even the most popular matches. It can also be used an unlimited number of times."

Tibetan raised his hand to bid farewell to the four people.

"..."

Upon arriving at the stadium entrance, the group brushed past a burly giant carrying large bags and packages, their breaths colliding.

"Whoa!"

Shibukawa laughed heartily, "Professional wrestling is really interesting!"

With his hands in his pockets, Shiraki Cheng couldn't help but look up. "The summer festival isn't over yet, so it's great that we can meet again!"

……

……

The burly man with dreadlocks, nearly two meters tall, carried the groceries he had bought into the stadium.

He put down his bags and couldn't help but look back at the door, recalling the four people who had just passed by him—especially the old man and the young man.

The Tibetan man asked with a smile, "Guan Lin, aren't you going to say hello?"

"There's still time, so it's okay."

[Prison Angel] Guan Linchun grinned upon hearing this, "After all, the celebration hasn't even started yet, and the most exciting part is yet to come!"

"Even in a 'street' competition, it's definitely better to have more spectators..."

Chapter 282 Envy-Inducing

Shiraki Sei, Wu Fengshui, Shibukawa Takeki, Sonoda Morio —

The four returned to the clan chief's residence and had a simple dinner.

As night fell, the streets became even more lively.

Bai Mucheng and Wu Fengshui went out for a stroll together.

Inside the mansion's tea room, Shibukawa was having tea with Wu Huili, accompanied by Sonoda and another younger sister from the Wu clan.

"..."

Shechuan then recounted what had happened that day.

Wu Huili sighed helplessly, "Fighting in the ring in the morning, eating barbecue at noon, and wrestling in the afternoon—aren't you afraid of breaking your old bones!"

Shibukawa burst into laughter upon hearing this, "Hahahaha~!"

Wu Huili took a sip of hot tea and sighed leisurely, "Even at her age, she still loves fighting so much..."

Shechuan took a sip of tea, his narrowed eyes gleaming with a sharp light. "You're an old man more than ten years older than me, aren't you ready to fight anytime?"

Wu Huili waved her hands repeatedly, "No, no, in terms of physical condition alone, I'm long past my prime."

"..."

The two elderly people, who were more than ten years apart in age, chatted happily, one after the other.

Seeing this, Wu Yizu, the young woman in charge of brewing tea, smiled and exclaimed, "It's truly a rare sight to see two 'masters' from both the inner and outer worlds conversing and exchanging ideas."

Upon hearing this, Wu Huili smiled faintly, "There's no need to be surprised by this, because on the 'combat' level, we're the same kind of people."

Wu Yi's younger sister was puzzled, "Grandpa, you are the representative of the inner world, but Teacher Shechuan is the universally recognized 'Martial Saint' of the outer world..."

"indeed."

Sonoda couldn't help but speak up, "Martial arts are social sports, such as karate, judo, aikido... all of which are hailed as 'the way'."

Shechuan blinked and grinned.

Wu Huili explained, "This man from Shibukawa is quite strong-willed, but he never talks about 'the Way'!"

"...?"

Sonoda was stunned, and even the youngest sister of the Wu clan couldn't hide her shock.

Both of them fell into deep thought because of what they had just said.

Afterwards, Wu Huili continued chatting with Shechuan, and the two talked about the "Kengan Association" and the topic of the fighters' "reasons for fighting".

Shechuan crossed his arms and asked, "Brother Wu, why do you think people need to become strong?"

Wu Huili stared at the tea in her cup, "Desire, self, loyalty, family, survival... or perhaps it's for the 'fight' itself, and so on."

Shechuan pursed his lips and added, "Regardless of the reason, we are pursuing what we believe to be strength!"

Wu Huiliyang sensed a hidden meaning in Shechuan's words, "But are there exceptions?"

"Yes."

Holding his teacup, Shechuan recalled leisurely, "It wasn't about pursuing strength, but something more superficial—being curious about what it means to be strong."

"He doesn't even know what power is, so he's always curious."

"If you want to know the answer to an unsolved mystery, you cannot presuppose the outcome, otherwise you will not be able to get to the truth."

"...That's probably what he was thinking, right?"

Shechuan took a sip of tea.

What is power?

"—For someone who can immerse themselves in such questions, every action, whether 'walking, standing, sitting, lying down, or playing,' is part of their 'journey.' Just how much joy can they experience?"

"It's kind of...enviable..."

Shechuan couldn't help but sigh softly, and Wu Huili nodded with a smile.

At this moment, Sonoda finally realized who the "he" the two old men were talking about was—

White wood support.

……

……

Wuzhili, a commercial street.

Bai Mucheng and Wu Fengshui strolled around, stopping and starting, their hands somehow clasped together, swaying back and forth with their footsteps.

The girl smiled, narrowing her black-and-white eyes, "The custom-made yukatas have been delivered to our home, along with yours. We'll wear them on the day of the celebration."

"Okay!"

Shiraki Sei grinned.