Super Fighting Tokyo.

Moreover, given his previous boast, TEPCO's Hayami crew would probably not let him off the hook.

"Am I doomed??"

Kono—the short, flat-headed company president with a tuft of hair—was getting increasingly annoyed, and was furious at the sight of the defeated Haruo.

She brought Chun Nan out of the Himalayas herself, which cost her a lot of money.

Afterwards, in order to support him, a lot of manpower, material resources and financial resources were consumed, but in the end, they suffered a crushing defeat in the first battle of the competition!

……

……

"Get lost, you trashy pig, I don't need you anymore!"

After thinking about it for a day, Kono left behind these words, then abandoned Haruo and decided to return to Tokyo first.

Unexpectedly, Chunnan, fearing abandonment, shamelessly followed him, and the two tugged at each other back and forth on the street until they finally reached a side alley.

"..."

Bai Mucheng and Wu Fengshui were watching from afar, eating the snacks they had just bought, and curiously observing each other.

"You piece of trash, since you can't win the game, you're just a useless gamer. Don't let me see you again, go back to the mountains!"

Kono cursed as he kicked and punched Haruo repeatedly.

At first, Kono was a little scared, after all, Haruo could snap his neck with one hand.

But as the insults continued, Kono realized that Haruo had completely lost his will to fight and was emotionally broken. No matter how much he was kicked and hit, he wouldn't fight back.

Knowing that his future was bleak, Kono vented his anger all at once.

"..."

In response, Chunnan could only weep uncontrollably, his face smeared with snot and tears.

He's not stupid; he knows he's indulging in all sorts of desires, but he just can't control himself.

In the past, he could numb himself with "victory," but now he has been beaten to the bone, his inner confidence is gone, and he can't muster the slightest will to resist.

That's right, you're absolutely right...

I am no longer the strongest man in the Himalayas.

With my friends' blessings, I stepped out of the village—but now, consumed by desire, I'm truly nothing more than a piece of trash pig...

Now that things have come to this, we can't go back to the village.

Nobody needs a fool like me, what am I going to do...?

"..."

Kono had been raising Haruo for a long time, but now she was too lazy to care about him anymore.

"I've wasted a spot in the championship, and Tokyo Electric Power won't let me off the hook. I need to figure out how to escape as soon as possible..."

"We must leave Kure no Sato as soon as possible and return to Tokyo. By the way, why hasn't my driver arrived yet? That idiot is so annoying!"

As he continued cursing, Kono suddenly fell silent, his face showing fear.

Because he could clearly see two burly men in white suits appearing at the end of the dimly lit alley, following him all the way and getting closer step by step.

Judging from the style of their uniforms, they should be Katsumasa Hayami's private soldiers—the Guardians.

Each member of this private army possesses combat prowess comparable to that of a professional assassin, with the top performers even rivaling the Wu clan!

"As expected, they've arrived..."

Kono trembled as he backed away.

Both the driver and the bodyguard have most likely been killed or lured away.

The trash pig next to him—if it hadn't been sticking to him all the time, it would probably be in grave danger by now, but it's completely useless!

The two guardians approached, their faces appearing eerie against the outside light.

"President Kono, you've wasted a spot in the competition. My president Hayami is furious and wants to have a talk with you in person."

The leader pulled out a dagger and brandished it at Kono.

Then, glancing to the side at the tearful Haruo, she couldn't help but click her tongue in disgust, "Idiot, you're useless!"

As he was about to draw his knife, he was suddenly interrupted by the mocking voices from afar.

"Would your family wear white suits when committing murder?"

"No, no, I'm a complete novice!"

"If white suits are so hard to maintain, why would you wear one when you're fighting?"

"Is it for the sake of appearances? Or is it to confront Old Master Mie Tang?"

"Trying to maintain that persona? How cute..."

"..."

Bai Mucheng and Wu Fengshui chatted back and forth, constantly teasing each other and unable to stop.

The two guardians were stunned.

Has it been discovered? And there's a Wu clan involved...

Thinking of this, the sword-wielding guardian turned his head, frowned, and said in a deep voice, "This is a personal grudge, and I promise you that no one will die."

After saying that, he ignored Haruo and reached out to grab the club president Kono.

But at that moment, Haruo suddenly wiped away the snot and tears from his face, trembling as he stood in front of Kono, sweating profusely with anxiety.

"No way! Even if we don't get along, he still took care of me for a while. How can I just watch him be taken away by you!"

"The villagers...they would never allow me to do this!"

"..."

Upon hearing this, the sword-wielding guardian's face immediately turned grim.

He repeatedly brandished the dagger, cutting several wounds into Chun Nan's fat flesh. Blood flowed freely instantly, causing Chun Nan to scream in agony.

Even so, Chun Nan still didn't move aside.

The sword-wielding guardian lost patience and planned to quickly cripple Haruo's legs, then take advantage of the Wu clan's unpreparedness in the distance to take Kono away.

He was about to do that when suddenly—

Snapped!

A hand gently rested on his shoulder.

It is a white wooden stand.

"Hmm~!"

Shiramu Cheng sniffed, took a deep breath, and grinned, "The bread smells so good! Which street did you just come from? We'd like to go shopping..."

Without the slightest hesitation.

The knife-wielder twisted his waist and turned around, while the other guardian stepped forward and bent down. The two of them cooperated to attack from above and below, trying to control Bai Mucheng in an instant.

The next second—

Swish!

Bai Mucheng thrust his left knee forward, striking the knife-wielding man in the groin and sending him flying upwards. He then hooked his left leg down, stomping the man onto another guardian.

【Sagat O Tiger Strike】!

"Screech—!"

With a loud shout, the two guardians were thrown over and slammed heavily to the ground.

With a muffled thud, followed by screams, the two guardians coughed up blood, which indeed stained their white suits red.

"..."

The scene was so swift that Chunnan was stunned. "Wow, so strong!"

Meanwhile, Kono had already run to the alley entrance and called out, "Idiot, and those two over there, run! There are definitely more than two guardians!"

As he spoke, the third guardian appeared behind Kono.

Haruo tried to help, but was bumped into by the other two guardians and fell to the ground with a thud, his wounds still bleeding.

Although none of them were deep, the damage was still exceptionally severe.

"Well--!!"

Chunnan struggled and flailed his limbs, but the giant body just wouldn't stand up. He was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, and tears and snot kept flowing down his face.

"..."

Seeing this, Shiraki Cheng was about to step forward when suddenly another figure stepped out and stood beside Chun Nan, facing the two murderous guardians.

He was a sturdy, bald man with a beard, more robust than the average person. He wore an ordinary shirt and trousers, framed glasses, and had a gentle gaze.

"Acting bravely for a just cause is also the responsibility of a martial artist."

"Young man, you'll catch a cold sitting on the ground. Let me help you up."

The bald man with the big beard had a very gentle voice and looked younger than his middle-aged appearance; the beard probably made him look older.

He grabbed Chunnan's hand, and then...

It's hard to pull.

After all, he is a giant who is 242cm tall and weighs 315kg. If you don't find the right angle to exert force, it will be difficult for this bald, bearded man to pull you directly.

He was exhausted and covered in sweat. Finally, he had no choice but to straighten up, forcibly skipping the topic, and simply tore off his shirt to bandage Chunnan's arm wound.

"Oh right, I haven't introduced myself yet."

The bald, bearded man tore his shirt to shreds, but he didn't seem to care at all, remaining quite amiable as he smiled at everyone:

"You can call me—King Silent Sea."