Super Fighting Tokyo.

"brake!"

Bai Mucheng extended his left hand forward to aim, his right fist clenched so tightly that the veins bulged, and aimed at the suspended Ji Haiwang, slamming it forward with the muscles of his right upper arm.

That was a powerful wrestling arm strike!

Boom!

The spherical Sea King was smashed to pieces, its limbs forced out of shape, and it groaned as it crashed heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Bai Mucheng raised his fist, signaling to the surrounding audience and reigniting the enthusiastic atmosphere. Then, he suddenly bent down and grabbed Ji Haiwang's left wrist...

Pull it up!

Ultimate Technique -

[Zangief Grand Theatre Storm Bomb Drop]!

Swish!

Bai Mucheng pulled Ji Haiwang up, hoisted him onto his shoulder, and leaped upwards, twisting his body like a storm, using the momentum to embrace Ji Haiwang, causing his head to face downwards.

Boom! ...

Bai Mucheng and Ji Haiwang landed together, landing heavily on the arena and performing a bomb throw, which caused a strong tremor and sent dust billowing up from the arena.

"..."

Silent Sea King's eyes rolled back, and he fell into a coma, vaguely hearing the young hostess shouting—

The outcome is decided!

Chapter 291 The Next Performance

"..."

Silent Sea King lay on his back, his body trembling, his entire body spread out in a "大" shape, his face smeared with blood, his eyes rolled back, unconscious.

Using the force of his fall to the ground, Bai Mucheng sprang to his feet, turned and stood sideways in mid-air, clenching his fists and assuming a fighting stance, facing the Silent Sea King.

"brake--!"

A loud shout erupted from Bai Mucheng's throat, causing the entire audience to hold their breath.

The female commentator raised her right hand and announced loudly:

The outcome is decided!

"The victor—Shiraki Cheng!!"

Swish!

Bai Mucheng raised his right arm, his face, smeared with nosebleed, was full of smiles, grinning to reveal his white teeth, and looked around to signal to the audience.

We won!

He was certainly welcoming the cheers, but it was somewhat unexpected, given the sheer volume of the cheers from the audience, far exceeding that of a typical boxing match.

The only comparable battle was the one with Kou Momiji in the underground arena.

But that time it was a "comeback" and there were many viewers, so the current momentum is indeed surprising to Shiraki Cheng.

Feng Shui, Teacher Shechuan, Brother Sonoda, Grandpa Wu, Haruo, Tibetan wrestlers, judo club members, Wu clan members...

Everyone's clapping!

Bai Mucheng laughed somewhat blankly, feeling only that he was thoroughly enjoying himself, and for a moment he was at a loss for what to do.

At this moment, the surrounding ink surged, and the burly figure of the [Red Whirlwind] rushed out from it, slapping Bai Mucheng on the back.

"Wow~~~?"

Bai Mucheng was pushed so hard that he staggered.

Zangief laughed heartily, "Feeling out of sorts? But this is the fiery wrestling ring!"

{Pay attention! To respond to your supportive audience, you shouldn't just smile, but do what I'm doing—}

As he spoke, Zangief made a gesture and gestured for Shiraki to join him.

Shiraki Cheng simply couldn't refuse, and tried to keep up with his master's pace, diligently showing off his muscles on the ring.

From the biceps to the latissimus dorsi, the final pose is a standard "crab pose," showcasing the muscular physique and scarred body from the front.

boom!

Bai Mucheng clashed his fists together, facing the audience where Wu Fengshui was, and exhaled two puffs of hot air from his nose.

"This year's celebration warm-up was really exciting!"

"Pretty!"

"Well done, Shiraki!"

"..."

Amid cheers and applause, the commentator raised the microphone and announced, "[Battle Spirit] has successfully defended his title. We await the next challenger!"

Bai Mucheng lowered his raised fist, turned and looked down at the Silent Sea King beside him, and couldn't help but sigh.

"That's really strong!"

"Faced with my full-force attack, you did not back down; knowing you were doomed, you still gave it your all; a despicable yet beautiful defeat..."

"It was truly exhilarating to meet you in the arena, Mr. Ji!"

As he spoke, Bai Mucheng bent down and helped Ji Haiwang to his feet, raising his arm to signal to the audience, which drew cheers from the crowd once again.

……

……

Meanwhile, off the field.

The burly professional wrestler with dreadlocks and a battle tattoo over his left eye—[Prison Angel] Guan Linchun—suddenly stepped out from the audience.

Passing by his "senior" Tibet, Guan Linchun grinned and said, "Sorry, I'm going to be a little willful."

Tibet was taken aback.

……

……

Swish!

Guan Linchun, who is 196cm tall and weighs 141kg, flipped over the railing of the audience and walked straight onto the ring, his shoes landing on the sand.

The intruder rushed forward, grabbing Shiraki Cheng and Ji Haiwang's wrists and lifting them up again.

"Ok?"

Bai Mucheng was somewhat surprised, while Ji Haiwang remained drowsy.

The female commentator was the first to react, "Ah?! That man—it's professional wrestler 'Prison Angel' Guan Linchun!"

As a professional commentator associated with the Kengan Association, this young woman from the Wu clan is extremely well-mannered.

"Since everyone here is in the industry, I'll be frank—"

"As the undisputed ace of the professional wrestling organization and a veteran powerhouse in Kengan Sports, Jun Sekibayashi raises the hands of these two warriors!"

"He was also congratulating Shiraki Cheng and King Jihai!"

"In other words, even that [Prison Angel] thought it was an extremely exciting match!"

……

……

"Huh? What's that kid Chun up to..."

Zangdi Quwu blinked, grinning but also puzzled.

As he turned his head, he caught sight of an old acquaintance, none other than Gen Kano, the chairman of Steel Belt Co., Ltd., who was Jun Sekibayashi's employer in the Kengan Association.

He was a bald, middle-aged man in a suit with a serious expression.

The former is Guan Linchun's senior in the "surface world," while the latter is Guan Linchun's employer in the "inner world." The two actually know each other, but they rarely contact each other.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Tibet."

Kano Gen approached the Tibetan region and apologized with a wry smile, "Neither I nor Guan Lin could bear it."

Upon hearing this, the Tibetan Quwu immediately understood.

After all, he had also participated in the "Alien Fighting Tournament," so how could he not understand the little schemes of these younger generation fighters?

Zang nodded and smiled, "I know all that. Since the start of the Kengan Street Fight, Guan Lin has increased his training volume."

"He probably also wants to showcase his super fantastic professional wrestling skills in the underground arena as a fighter!"

"..."

Kano Gen paused for a moment, then showed a relieved expression. "I'm glad you understand. I was also a fighter, so I understand Guan Lin's feelings very well."

"He wants to prove the strength of professional wrestling, and with that pride, he keeps climbing higher. No one can stop him!"

As for me—

Kano Gen pursed his lips. "I also want to see just how high that man named 'Kanrin Jun' can climb!"

"I see."

Zangdi Quwu understood and then asked, "So this time, does Chun want to fight in a street fighting match? Or a practice match in the ring? Against Brother Shiraki?"

Kano Gen shrugged frankly, "I don't know. Guan Lin said that the unknown plot development is more interesting."

Tibetan laughed heartily, rubbing his forehead, "Haha! As expected of Chun!"

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