Super Fighting Tokyo.

We lost...

"..."

Suddenly, Shiramu Cheng's attacks stopped.

Silent Sea King thought it was another feint, so he held his head and endured it for five or six seconds before opening his arms in surprise and looking up at what was in front of him.

Bai Mucheng stood with his hands on his hips and his head tilted to the side, his body covered in a mixture of blood and sweat, waiting for Ji Haiwang to recover.

"Phew, that feels so good to break a sweat!"

He wiped his forehead, shaking off the blood and sweat, and raised his hand to signal to the Silent Sea King.

"Mr. Ji, thank you for going to such lengths. To thank you for risking your life to play with me, let's have a contest of grappling and throws, shall we?"

"..."

These words startled King Ji Hai and surprised the entire audience.

The commentator exclaimed, "Are you serious?! Shiramu Cheng is actually going to compete with a grappling master in throws and takedowns! He's really having a blast!"

"..."

The Silent Sea King exhaled a breath of hot air, "You..."

Before he could finish speaking, Bai Mucheng suddenly bared his teeth and shouted, "Stop pretending, you old fox! This isn't enough. I'm going to drag you from the realm of educator to that of a fighter!"

Silent Sea King understood.

His gentle expression suddenly hardened, revealing barely concealed excitement. He bared his teeth and snarled, "Then let's go!"

Swish!

Silent Sea King lunged forward, his left hand reaching out to grab Bai Mucheng's wrist.

Bai Mucheng shifted his feet to the side, avoiding Ji Haiwang's grab, then slid and turned, moving behind Ji Haiwang and crossing his arms under Ji Haiwang's armpits.

In this way, Shiramu Cheng grabbed both of Ji Hai Wang's arms and neck.

Bai Mucheng leaned back, arching his back and throwing Ji Haiwang heavily backward.

【Guy O Dragon Style Back Throw】!

boom!

With a muffled thud, the Silent Sea King landed face-first on the ground, his face buried in the sand.

He managed to brace himself and break free, but the impact still left his eyes trembling and his head spinning.

"..."

The commentator, being a member of the Wu clan herself, immediately recognized it: "Clean and efficient! Bai Mu Cheng is using battlefield combat techniques!"

"..."

The Silent Sea King sensed something was wrong and struggled to his feet, already panting heavily, only to find that Bai Mucheng had no intention of pursuing him.

Shiraki Cheng chuckled, hands on his hips, "To be honest, this is the first time I've ever relied on throws to decide a match, because this kind of move is completely useless against Shibukawa-sensei!"

"Well!"

Silent Sea King pursed his lips, spread his arms, lowered his center of gravity, and lunged forward, trying to grab Bai Mucheng's thigh.

Bai Mucheng grabbed Ji Haiwang's right wrist with his left hand, then suddenly kicked forward with his left leg, knocking Ji Haiwang's left hand away and pulling his right wrist back.

Swish!

As a result, the Silent Sea King was forced to bend over.

Bai Mucheng leaned against Ji Haiwang's back, rolled over him, and squatted down the moment he landed, flipping his left foot up and causing Ji Haiwang to stumble.

Immediately following with a front kick.

[Jamie O Spinning Wheel Rush]!

boom!

Silent Sea King was kicked away and fell backward onto the arena, splashing blood all over the ground.

"This is a drunken fist throw!"

The commentator couldn't help but exclaim excitedly, "Bai Mucheng still hasn't given chase; he's waiting for Ji Haiwang to stand up!"

"..."

Silent Sea King did not move, still lying on the ground panting, making no attempt to hide his intention to catch his breath.

Shiramu Cheng didn't care. Instead, he turned to face the audience and clapped his hands vigorously, just like a professional wrestler.

Snap! Snap! Snap! Snap...

The heated atmosphere prompted the audience to raise their arms and cheer, bursting into applause in rhythm with their clapping.

"Screech! Screech! Screech! Screech! Screech..."

The sound waves continued unabated.

The Silent Sea King finally recovered and rose as promised amidst cheers.

Thanks to his excellent defensive skills, he still had the strength to stand up, but he couldn't spit out the blood and foam in his mouth, and he looked quite disheveled.

"what!"

Silent Sea King straightened his face, let out a loud shout, and charged forward with fierce attack.

"That was awesome..."

The instant the two made contact, Ji Haiwang and Bai Mucheng simultaneously grabbed each other's left wrists, but were forced to withdraw their hands at the same time, each taking half a step back.

"That was so much fun!"

Despite the blood splattering on his face, the Silent Sea King grinned and swung his right leg back to trip him.

Bai Mucheng jumped up on one leg to dodge, then pushed off the ground and pressed forward, clamping Ji Haiwang's head under his left armpit. He used his core strength to sway left and right, making Ji Haiwang lose his balance.

The Muay Thai "neck slam" was used by Shiraki Sei in a modified stance, and it was still incredibly intimidating!

Silent Sea King's neck was squeezed tightly, and his face turned red from suffocation.

"..."

A variety of grappling techniques were used in succession, dazzling the audience and igniting their passion, who erupted in cheers.

A girl with black eyes and white pupils—

Wu Fengshui clenched his fist and shouted, "Bai Muqin!"

Swish!

Bai Mucheng held Ji Haiwang with one arm, raised his free right arm, and gave a thumbs-up as a response to the crowd.

He raised his thumb too quickly, and a few drops of blood came out.

……

On the eve of the Wuzhili Festival.

On the arena, [Fighting Spirit] is full of vigor and high spirits!

I'm taking a day off; there will be no publication today!

Here's an update on the writing progress. I still need to work on the detailed outline for the Wu Zhi Li chapter. There are still a few intense battles to fight, and they all look pretty good.

The remaining death row inmates, and the development of subsequent chapters, all need careful consideration. I need to figure out how to structure and present the rhythm. I'll have to work on this all day. Good luck!

Writing books is so much fun!

And taking a break is great (although it does take time to organize the outline).

Thank you for coming to listen to my story. I'll update as usual tomorrow, muah~!

Chapter 290 The Grand Theater Storm

"Shiraki-chan!"

The girl with black eyes and white pupils was the first to raise her clenched fist, grinning and showing a cute smile. She jumped up and down on the spot, her emotions running high.

immediately--

Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish...

Off the stage, many spectators raised their arms and cheered, applauding the scene unfolding on the ring.

This level of excitement is no less than that of a professional wrestling match!

Hose Kanzaki was truly astonished, his pupils trembling in disbelief. "Shiraki-kun can actually do this? Fighters are truly amazing!"

……

……

"oh--!"

Bai Mucheng lowered his raised thumb, turned it into a palm, and gripped Ji Haiwang's waist tightly.

He used his core strength to thrust his hips forward, pressed his left arm against the neck of the Silent Sea King, and rotated his whole body counterclockwise, pulling the Silent Sea King to spin in place.

Whoa!

Silent Sea King staggered unsteadily.

"Ya sha!"

Bai Mucheng roared, thrusting his right knee forward, aiming straight for Ji Haiwang's left rib.

Silent Sea King could only use his left elbow and right hand to defend himself, and for a moment he was in a sorry state. His face was red from being strangled by Bai Mucheng, and his eyes were bloodshot.