Super Fighting Tokyo.

After Haruo was taken to the hospital, Kono quickly took his leave.

Only then was the Silent Sea King satisfied. He put his hands in his pockets, took a deep breath, and leisurely walked out of the dark alley.

"..."

Unexpectedly, someone was waiting for him outside the alley entrance, leaning against the wall.

"Ha~! Haha~!"

The old man burst into hearty laughter, displaying the valiant spirit of the "Martial Saint" Shechuan.

Shechuan looked at Ji Haiwang and slapped his thigh with a laugh, "Impressive, Ji, you actually took the initiative to challenge someone just for the sake of teaching them a lesson."

Ji Haiwang showed great respect to his senior and quickly bowed to greet him, "Teacher Shechuan, when did you arrive?"

"Before you begin to preach."

Shechuan, hands in his pockets, looked up at the sky and said, "Brother Ji, if you're so eager to teach young people, why don't you go into the education industry?"

King Jihai scratched his head, blushing slightly. "To be honest, all I know is fist techniques."

"Haha, I see."

Shechuan sighed, "I was just talking to Wu Huiliyang, refuting statements like 'martial arts is a social sport,' and now you've refuted me again!"

"Huh? This..."

Silent Sea King was somewhat embarrassed, awkwardly rubbing his hands, "You are a recognized master of practical combat, so what do you think of what I said..."

Before he could finish speaking, Shibukawa waved his hand to interrupt him.

"What a load of bull!"

Shibukawa spread his hands, showing his kimono overcoat to Jikai-o, "This isn't an everyday outfit. Underneath the kimono is a judo uniform. Can this be considered everyday combat?"

King Jihai was stunned.

Shibukawa then changed the subject, "--The above is what Honbu Izo told me. He sometimes thinks some random things."

Silent Sea King: "..."

Surprisingly, he was somewhat confused by what Shechuan said.

After much deliberation, Ji Haiwang tentatively asked, "Teacher Shechuan, do you agree with my point of view?"

"Whether I agree or not is none of your business, Xiao Ji!"

Shibukawa retorted, "When it comes to opinions, there's no need for us to convince each other, whether it's you, me, the headquarters, or Shiraki-kun."

"There's only one thing that won't change—"

Shibukawa narrowed his eyes and looked at Jikai-oh, "You're going to fight Shiraki-kun tomorrow, what are your thoughts?"

The Silent Sea King finally came to his senses, patting his chest and panting heavily, "That was terrifying! I'm still sweating bullets!"

Haha!

Shibukawa laughed heartily, turned around and said goodbye, "Good luck, but don't get beaten to death."

Silent Sea King: "..."

Ji Haiwang: "Teacher Shibukawa, you scared me, didn't you? You must have scared me!"

……

……

the next day.

Wuzhili Central Square, temporary arena for the celebration.

As the celebration date drew closer, the number of spectators increased considerably.

Wu Huiliyang, Wu Fengshui, Wu Lianyi, and other members of the Wu clan;

Shibukawa Goki, Sonoda Morio, and the members of the Judo Club;

[God of Destruction] Haruo Kono, Akio Kono, president of N-Company;

Of course, there are also professional wrestling groups: Kyogo Kurachi, Kanzaki Hose, and so on...

There were one or two hundred spectators, and the scene was quite lively.

At this moment, Chunnan was still somewhat nervous, with bandages wrapped around his body, and was especially afraid of the ring. He simply didn't have the courage to stand up again.

After much deliberation, his desire got the better of him, and he went and bought two more ice creams.

On his way back to his seat, he was knocked down by Wu Lei'an, who was passing by, because of his large size. He was almost crushed into the audience behind him.

Suddenly, a large hand reached out and, with just a grasp of the wrist, lifted Chunnan, who weighed over 300 kilograms.

"—?!"

Chunnan was startled and looked down to see a burly man with dreadlocks.

"Hey, watch out, little brother."

"You're hurt? Is it okay for you to eat ice cream? You should listen to the doctor, haha!"

"..."

Chun Nan was stunned, still reeling from the shock of being "casually" pulled up.

The burly man continued with a laugh, "Come on, take a seat and watch the game together. I heard it's going to be very interesting!"

Chunnan swallowed hard. "Please...may I ask who you are..."

"I'm not qualified to give my name!"

[Prison Angel] Guan Linchun crossed his arms and strode to meet up with the Tibetans and others, grinning as he said:

"I was just a professional wrestler who happened to be passing by."

Chapter 286 Am I despicable?

It was early morning.

Wu Yizu Central Square, temporary celebration arena.

"Everyone, thank you for waiting!"

The youngest member of the Wu family, with her black eyes and white pupils, served as the commentator and referee for this competition. Wearing a dress, she gripped the microphone and shouted to the audience:

"This year's temporary arena will adopt a champion defense format!"

"Preliminary Round: [Martial Saint] Shibukawa Takeki faced off against [Destroyer God] Kono Haruo, with Master Shibukawa ultimately emerging victorious with ease!"

"Yesterday—after a sudden match, the Martial Saint conceded to the Fighting Spirit and ceded the arena to the young man."

"And at this very moment, a new battle is about to begin in the arena, we absolutely cannot miss it!"

The female commentator strode forward, stomped her foot, and shouted:

"Two formidable opponents are about to enter the stage—"

"Fighting Spirit Martial Arts School, [Fighting Spirit] Shiraki Cheng!!"

"VS!"

"The unity of strength and flexibility, the Silent Sea King of [Kung Fu]!!"

"..."

Amidst cheers and applause, both teams stepped onto the stage.

Both were barefoot and naked. Shiraki Cheng was wearing casual shorts, while Ji Haiwang was wearing martial arts training pants, showing a clear difference in style.

They stood on either side of the ring and began to warm up.

……

……

Off the field.

"Go, Shiraki-chan!"

Wu Fengshui raised his hand and shouted, his black eyes with white pupils squinting with a smile, clearly enjoying the atmosphere.

But behind the girl, another fierce and muscular figure—her elder brother Wu Lei'an—snorted disdainfully.

"Tch, boring!"

Wu Lei'an crossed his arms and glanced at Ji Haiwang. "Feng Shui, are you blind? The difference in strength is obvious at a glance!"

Wu Fengshui shrugged and said with a grin, "Indeed, but it's a celebration arena after all, so anything can happen."

Wu Lei'an, thinking of something amusing, grinned maliciously, "That's right, I'll go up there and kill that bearded man now, that would be much more exciting!"

He was about to do it, but Wu Huili stopped him.

Wu Huili rubbed her temples. "The competition has already started, stop fooling around."

Seeing this, Shechuan Gangqi, who was standing nearby, burst into laughter, "Haha! It's good to be young, Brother Wu, why don't you arrange for this fierce young man to go on stage?"

Wu Huili sighed, feeling that Shechuan was just enjoying the spectacle. "If Lei'an is allowed to take the stage, regardless of victory or defeat, there won't be any fighting on the day of the celebration."

"After all, this is the Wu clan's arena, so we should pay attention to the viewing experience."

"Speaking of which, it's a good thing you gave up your spot to Shiraki, otherwise it would have become just as deserted..."

Shechuan smiled but remained silent.

Wu Lei'an grinned and said, "It's alright, killing a few more people will make things more interesting. Metropolitan Police Department, professional wrestlers, karate practitioners—kill them all!"

Wu Fengshui was already used to it, and he smiled and chimed in, "Wow! Big brother's words are really scary, they don't sound like he's joking at all!"

"..."

Superintendent Morio Sonoda, standing right next to Wu Fengshui, couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat as he heard the fighting and killing from the Wu family.

Sigh! Oh well, I'll just pretend I didn't hear it...