Super Fighting Tokyo.

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Shiraki Seiwa and Wu Fengshui, as well as Guanlin Chunhe and Tibetan Quwu—

They chatted and laughed as they walked side by side in the afternoon toward the temporary arena in the central square.

Along the way, people who knew the situation would often approach and give the two men a high-five, cheering them on and wishing them success in achieving their goals.

"Go for it, Shiraki!"

"Guan Lin, please sign your autograph!"

"..."

The closer you get to the central square, the more intense the atmosphere becomes, gradually replacing the mildness of the afternoon with a raging fire.

A street away from the arena, Wu Huiliyang, the patriarch of the Wu clan, and several other members of the Wu clan, including Wu Lianyi, quickly caught up.

Wu Fengshui poked his head out from beside Bai Mucheng and looked around curiously. "Grandpa, you're here so early!"

Wu Huili waved her hand, "There's no other way, because I have to help that 'idiot' clean up the mess."

There aren't many people that Old Master Wu would call "idiot," so it must be Wu Fengshui's elder brother, Wu Lei'an.

Wu Fengshui blinked. "What did Big Brother do?"

"He couldn't stay still, so he picked a few intruders to teach them a lesson."

Wu Huili walked at the front of the crowd with her hands behind her back, muttering complaints, "Honestly, if you want to vent, find a quiet place. The square still needs to entertain guests..."

"..."

As they spoke, the group walked across the street and arrived outside the central square.

The interior remains covered by wooden frames and curtains.

To everyone's surprise, there were already more than a dozen people waiting outside the arena, including members of the Metropolitan Police Department's judo club and a professional wrestling group.

Hose Kanzaki was among them.

Seeing this, Bai Mucheng recalled that they had a previous conflict and probably came to the arena to spar and settle their differences.

He couldn't help but ask curiously, "House-kun, which side won?"

"No fight broke out because the venue had already been occupied."

Hose shrugged and explained helplessly, "I thought we'd run out of them quickly, but we've been fighting until just now, and the battle was really..."

That's a very tactful way of putting it.

Judging from the expressions of the others, it's not hard to guess that Hose probably meant "I can't bear to look at her".

Especially for those in the Metropolitan Police Department's judo club, they can only convince themselves with excuses like being on leave, being assigned by their superiors, or being in the underworld, which is quite awkward from a standpoint of their position.

"Eh..."

Wu Huili sighed, "My silly boy has caused you trouble. He'll clean it up right away. Just wait a moment."

After saying this, the old man waved his hand, signaling those connected to the "underground" to follow him, and they slipped through layers of curtains to the area around the arena.

Shiraki Cheng didn't care, and Guan Linchun, who was also an underground fighter, also went over to join in the fun out of curiosity, while preparing themselves mentally.

"..."

Even before you see the arena, you can smell the stench of blood.

As the final curtain was lifted, everyone looked out—

The huge arena was covered in blood, the bright red stains soaking the sand and the surrounding area, with more than a dozen "intruders" scattered around.

Many people have lost limbs, are wailing in agony, or have already died.

Without a doubt, this was a brutal and horrific massacre!

The perpetrator of this bloody scene was none other than Wu Lei'an, the "Demon" of the Wu clan.

At this moment, Wu Lei'an was standing in the center of the arena, his feet stepping on a large patch of blood, his body covered in bloodstains, and he was holding an intruder by the neck, his smile ferocious.

"This is the price for causing trouble in someone else's house, you piece of shit!"

Wu Lei'an grinned, revealing sharp white teeth, and sneered, "Have you confessed everything? Then die!"

After saying that, Wu Lei'an suddenly swung his arm and slammed the man's head heavily to the ground.

Boom!

With a muffled thud, the man's head was embedded directly into the sand, spurting out blood.

His hands and feet began to tremble rapidly, but it was not a struggle; rather, it was a post-mortem convulsion, which was extremely visually shocking to onlookers.

"..."

This scene left Shiraki Sei and Kwan Lin-chun looking at each other in bewilderment.

But then I realized that most of these people were IDEAL's killers—from an international criminal organization.

It was only after encountering an even more terrifying "demon" that they met such an end, a consequence of the underworld's own actions.

The most dissatisfied were actually the Wu family members present.

"Lei An!"

Wu Huili shouted, "You brat! You've ruined the place everyone worked so hard to set up. How are we supposed to entertain our guests now?!"

"Kukaka! Don't you think the festival is too boring, old man!"

Wu Lei'an kicked the corpse away, covered in gruesome blood, and turned to look at the crowd.

"Anyway, everyone watching the ring is an 'insider,' so the more bloodshed, the better! Besides, I haven't neglected my work, so stop nagging!"

The old man and the young man were clearly at odds, but a closer look at their expressions revealed a close and affectionate interaction between family members.

As they were talking, the other members of the Wu clan had already brought over cleaning tools.

Although "insiders" don't care about bloodstains, so many corpses and blood still affect the appearance, so it has to be cleaned up.

"..."

Wu Lei'an's fierce gaze swept across the room, finally landing on Bai Mucheng, and immediately curved upwards into two black crescent moons.

"There were too many unpleasant things, but I finally got my fill... Oh well, I still haven't had enough!"

He walked towards Shiramu Cheng and spread his hands to display the bloody arena.

"Hey bro, I added some decorations to your ring—it's my style, but it'll look even better with yours on top!"

As he spoke, Wu Lei'an raised his right hand, his five fingers spread open, his palm covered in blood, and gestured to Bai Mucheng.

Bai Mucheng wanted to raise his hand to clap, but when he saw the sticky bloodstains on Wu Lei'an's hands, he hesitated.

Wu Lei'an: "..."

He grew impatient and slapped Bai Mucheng's shirt across the chest with a loud "thud," leaving a large, bloody handprint.

Shiramu Cheng: "..."

Wu Fengshui, standing to the side, was furious. "I chose these clothes!"

Wu Lei'an didn't even turn his head. "Enough talk, I'll kill you!"

"..."

……

The Wu family's professionals began cleaning the arena and its surroundings, mixing and drying the blood-stained sand to restore it to its original smoothness.

Shiraki Seki and Seki Hayashi went to the two sides of the ring, to the specially enclosed rest areas for the fighters, and began to warm up.

"call--!"

Shiraki jumped around a few times, turned his head and saw that in addition to Wu Fengshui, there was another person on his side - Hose Kanzaki.

"Hey Hose-kun, aren't you going to cheer on Brother Guan?"

Hoose raised an eyebrow and smiled, "For Brother Guan, words of encouragement and cheers only count if they are said during the competition."

"I say, Brother Shiraki, although I shouldn't be the one saying this..."

Hose thought for a moment, scratched his head and said, "But don't underestimate Brother Guan—his professional wrestling is far better than mine."

Bai Mucheng couldn't help but laugh, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Hose was stunned.

Bai Mucheng swung his fists twice, "I have never looked down on professional wrestling, whether it's you, the Tibetan uncle, or Brother Guan."

He looked up, recalling the morning.

"Brother Guan's punches, his kicks, his terrifying stomps, and the heavy grip on my hand..."

"All of this makes me marvel that such 'fighting' still exists in this world!"

"—It's not just one 'person,' but a 'fight' among your whole group."

"You are all professional wrestlers, so it's normal to see you this way."

Shiraki raised his clenched fists and showed them to Hosei. His fists were trembling slightly and wouldn't stop.

Look—

"I'm so nervous I'm shaking uncontrollably!"

Chapter 295 [Battle Spirit] VS [Prison Angel]

Before long, the arena and its surroundings were cleaned up.

The audience from the other world enters.

The Wu Clan, led by Wu Huili, the Metropolitan Police Department Judo Club, led by Sonoda Morio, and the professional wrestling group led by Zangji Kyugo.

Shibukawa Goki, Kono Haruo, Sakukaiou, and Kano Gen, the chairman of the Steel Company;