Super Fighting Tokyo.

The tall and imposing Guan Linchun stood behind Bai Mucheng and Ji Haiwang, raising one of their hands.

Gradually, the cheers subsided.

Ji Haiwang slowly woke up from his coma and was able to stand up on his own two legs. Even Bai Mucheng was a little surprised by the speed of his recovery.

Guan Linjun, an expert in the wrestling field, immediately saw the reason.

"That's impressive! Even when you were hit by that bomb, you managed to brace yourself using your latissimus dorsi muscles, otherwise you would have been bedridden for days!"

King Ji Hai gave an embarrassed wry smile, "Thank goodness Brother Bai Mu didn't kill me..."

With that, Guan Linchun released Ji Haiwang's hand.

Strangely, he did not loosen his grip on Bai Mucheng's wrist; instead, he tightened his grip, and a burning heat emanated from his palm.

Guan Linchun grinned maliciously, "Bai Mu, now that things have come to this, where do you think you can run to? You won't escape!"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Bai Mucheng was taken aback.

But when he felt Guan Linchun's hot body temperature and amazing grip strength, he immediately grinned and said, "Not bad, great!"

Guan Linchun, however, felt somewhat embarrassed. He parted his lips slightly and whispered a reminder: "You'd better be angry right now."

"Ah...? Oh!"

Bai Mucheng was somewhat bewildered, then suddenly struggled violently, pulling at Guan Linchun with his other hand, grimacing and saying, "It hurts so much! Let go!!"

This caused the audience to widen their eyes, and Guan Linchun was overjoyed, pulling the white wooden support even higher with his strong arms.

Swish!

The narrator exclaimed in surprise, "Guan Linchun suddenly attacked Bai Mucheng, was that why he did it!?"

"Yaha!"

Guan Linchun pulled up Bai Mucheng's wrist, then bent down and pressed his face against Bai Mucheng's, exhaling hot breath.

"Bai Mu, you brat, you caused a huge scene in my training ground while I was away, and you even beat up my junior!"

"I'm here to settle scores, and you're not getting away!"

As he spoke, Guan Linchun grabbed Bai Mucheng's wrist with his left hand, lifted him high, gritted his teeth, and pulled his right fist back and punched, hitting Bai Mucheng squarely on the forehead.

boom!

The commentator immediately recognized it: "It's a classic wrestling move—the knuckle punch!"

...!!

Guan Linchun released his grip at the moment of impact, sending Bai Mucheng flying backward onto the ring, his vision blurred from the shock.

"It's not over yet!"

Guan Linchun shouted and stepped forward, sweeping out one kick after another.

Swish swish!

The commentator gripped the microphone tightly, "It's low kicks! One low kick after another! Guan Linchun keeps chasing and hitting, it looks like he's determined to make Bai Mucheng suffer!"

Bai Mucheng was kicked so hard that his whole body trembled. He lay on his back, unable to stand up, coughing up blood and foam from his mouth. He could only try to shrink back and defend himself.

This scene sparked a lot of discussion among the audience, who were unsure whether to join in the commotion or stop it, feeling completely bewildered.

Is this just acting by a professional wrestler? Or is Jun Sekibayashi really taking revenge on Sei Shiraki?

These two must be guests of the Wu clan...

The emergence of questions indicates that emotions have been stirred.

"..."

Guan Linchun kicked a few times, looked around, let out a long sigh, and muttered, "The effect is really good."

Bai Mucheng lay on the sandy ground of the arena, his face covered in blood, looking down at Guan Linchun.

"Yes!"

He couldn't help but grin: "Is this alright? Brother Guan, shall we start fighting now?"

Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, Guan Linchun suddenly raised his right foot, veins bulging on his right thigh, and stomped down forcefully.

Swish!

In an instant, Bai Mucheng sensed something was wrong, turned around to dodge backward, and straightened up from his half-kneeling position.

With a muffled "boom," Guan Linchun stomped his foot heavily on the sandy arena, creating a small crater and sending dust billowing up.

Seeing this, Bai Mucheng swallowed hard, a bead of sweat trickling down his forehead. "Are you serious with that kick, Brother Guan...?"

"Don't underestimate active professional wrestlers!"

Guan Linchun stomped his right foot, using brute force to create a tire track on the ground, a visually stunning effect.

"Now? Don't be ridiculous! Do you look down on me?"

[Prison Angel] stuck out his tongue, his five fingers clenched so tightly that veins bulged, and he said fiercely, "Leftovers won't satisfy me. Eat and drink your fill, and rest well before you go back to the arena!!"

Chapter 292 Very Extravagant

Swish...

The dust kicked up by the stomping settled down.

Shiramu Cheng rose from his half-kneeling position, his astonished expression easing into a helpless smile, a glint of shrewdness gleaming in his eyes.

Guan Linchun bared his teeth and stuck out his tongue, sporting a defiant villainous expression. "What, do you have some complaints?!"

"No, thank you for letting me rest."

Bai Mucheng shook his head, hands on his hips, and chuckled, exhaling a breath of hot, bloody air. "You've really been a great help, Brother Guan. I'm certainly very tired right now..."

"..."

"It's settled!"

The commentator raised her hand and shouted, "The next match on the celebration arena will feature [Prison Angel] Guan Linchun challenging the champion, and [Fighting Spirit] Bai Mucheng defending the champion!"

"As usual, we'll notify everyone before the match, so remember to come and check it out if you're interested!"

"..."

The audience applauded and cheered for the three on stage, especially Wu Fengshui and the professional wrestlers, who received enthusiastic applause.

The celebratory atmosphere was strong.

……

……

The match ended, and the audience dispersed.

Guan Linchun helped the swaying Ji Haiwang to his feet.

Shiraki Cheng wiped the blood off his face with a towel, then leisurely walked off the stage and headed towards the audience—to find his good friends.

But as soon as he stepped out of the ring fence, Bai Mucheng suddenly stopped and swung his arm back quickly, as if he had been burned by something.

"...?"

Bai Mucheng looked up and immediately understood the reason, then grinned with a happy smile.

What burned him was the ferocious fighting spirit, like raging flames.

—It is Wu Lei'an.

This "demon" from the Wu clan had been waiting at the exit of the arena for a long time, his mouth wide open, exuding a twisted and ferocious killing intent and fighting spirit.

"Hey bro, having a blast on your own turf!"

Wu Lei'an's eyes curved into crescent moons with a smile as he slowly raised his right hand, the veins on his arm bulging.

"That dog-shit bearded man's teaching is so boring! You think so too, right? Let's stop holding back and bring the celebration to its climax!"

As he spoke, Wu Lei'an slowly reached for Bai Mucheng's throat, unable to restrain himself any longer, wanting to grab him.

Upon seeing this, Shiraki's expression was gentle and happy, clearly indicating his welcome.

But at that moment—

"Shiraki-chan!"

Wu Fengshui rushed out from beside Wu Lei'an, bumping into her own elder brother and causing him to stagger. She then opened her arms and hugged Bai Mucheng from the front.

"Congratulations on your victory, Shiraki!"

"..."

Shiraki let the girl hug him, and he could smell the pleasant scent in her hair. He felt very comfortable, and his expression relaxed a lot.

Wu Lei'an was displeased, grinding his teeth. "What do you want, feng shui?"

Wu Fengshui stuck out his tongue, turned around and smiled, "Grandpa asked me to come. He told you not to get too excited, since the celebration hasn't officially started yet."

"Tch, what a boring old man!"

Wu Lei'an cursed casually, then reached out and grabbed Wu Fengshui by the back of her collar, pulling her off Bai Mucheng and throwing her aside.

Wu Fengshui hadn't hugged her enough, so he pouted angrily, but Wu Lei'an didn't care.

"If you bother me again, I'll kill you!"

Wu Lei'an, unable to contain his anger, shouted and then pressed his clenched fist against Bai Mucheng's chest.

He was about to say something like "Just you wait," but before he could say it, two more people approached from behind.

"That was truly fantastic, Shiraki-kun!"

They are professional wrestling "veteran" Kyogo Kurachi, and his colleague Kanzaki Hose.

These two men were not lacking in manners, so they did not intentionally interrupt Wu Lei'an; they simply did not hear what Wu Lei'an said.