Super Fighting Tokyo.

Guan Linchun clenched his fists, his low growl deafening, "This is my professional wrestling!"

Swish!

A powerful punch was thrown quickly.

Even though Bai Mucheng leaned back to dodge, he was still grazed on the nose by the fist, drawing a few drops of blood, and staggered back half a step.

"It's not over yet!!"

Swish! Bang!

Guan Linchun continued to strike, delivering heavy blows, forcing Bai Mucheng to raise his arms and retreat repeatedly while enduring the blows.

That is a strike that relies purely on "wrist strength," unlike karate or boxing techniques.

Combined with Jun Seki's well-developed muscles, each punch carries unimaginable weight. Even if you manage to block it, it will make Shiraki's center of gravity unstable, making it difficult for him to defend against the follow-up punches.

Swish bang bang!

His outstretched arms were covered in blood from being punched so hard.

Gradually, the number of times he dodged became less than the number of times he parried. Bai Mucheng's defensive stance was being relentlessly pursued, and he was about to retreat to the edge of the arena.

"..."

Shiraki Sei's fierce opening attack and Guan Linjun's continuous strikes were both visually striking, instantly pushing the arena battle to a fever pitch.

The audience cheered continuously.

"Whoa! Guan Lin is starting to fight back!!"

"That felt so good!"

"Just crush him to death, Guan Lin!"

"Hang in there, Shiraki-kun!"

"..."

Clearly, the cheers were mainly from Guan Linchun, after all, the [Prison Angel] playstyle is quite popular and very attractive.

Bang bang bang!

Guan Linchun's relentless attacks had completely left Bai Mucheng with no room to dodge.

Before being pulled to the edge of the ring, Bai Mucheng seemed to be fighting desperately. He suddenly clenched his fists and charged forward, as if to launch a counterattack.

Guan Linchun remained unfazed, grinning maliciously as he prepared to exchange punches.

But in the next second—

【DJO Stay Cool!】

Swish!

Bai Mucheng swayed his body and stepped back, dodging Guan Linchun's heavy punch, creating space for himself to maneuver, and then jumped up.

【Rashid Triangle Jump】!

Swish!

Bai Mucheng pushed off the ring railing with his feet, used the reaction force to jump forward again, flipped over and jumped behind Guan Linchun, and then retreated continuously to create distance.

"Hey, they're using '3D' technology, it's almost like professional wrestling!"

Guan Linchun spat out a mouthful of blood, but did not pursue. Instead, he was also panting heavily. "Not only were the blows powerful, but the movements were also very agile!"

As he spoke, Guan Linchun adjusted himself before Bai Mucheng, opened his arms and bent down, and the sense of oppression suddenly soared.

"No problem, proceed with exercising your 'rights' as described!"

"Take the blow, deflect it, dodge it—use every means possible to protect yourself; that is your right as a fighter!"

"And we professional wrestlers only have the 'obligation' to withstand all attacks from our opponents!"

"Whether it's a blunt weapon, a blade, a special technique, or a bomb—all we professional wrestlers can do is take it head-on!"

Guan Linchun spread his fingers, veins bulging on the back of his hands, and grinned maliciously at Bai Mucheng:

"Thinking about it that way, you, as a fighter, must be very happy, right!?"

"..."

Such astonishing remarks are precisely what Guan Linchun adheres to as "professional wrestling," only with a touch of sarcasm.

He often uses the last sentence, in particular, to liven up the atmosphere or stir up his opponent's emotions.

In some cases, it can even disrupt the opponent's thinking, causing them to make irrational moves and revealing a good opportunity to attack.

Different fighters reacted differently to these words.

Anger, indifference, bewilderment... and so on, all sorts of reactions.

But to Guan Linchun's utter surprise, Bai Mucheng suddenly burst out laughing upon hearing this, his expression completely genuine.

"Yes."

Shiraki grinned and said, "Being a fighter is really fun!"

Guan Linchun was stunned.

Shiraki clenched his right fist and raised it, explaining with a smile, "As a professional wrestler, you chose to take all of your opponent's special moves."

"But as a fighter, I was racking my brains, thinking about how to deal with my opponent's every move."

"In my opinion, this is exactly what a fighter is all about."

"A fighter who racks his brains to deal with special moves, and a professional wrestler who is prepared to take special moves—both can be fun, right?"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Guan Linchun couldn't help but laugh, "Ah, indeed..."

……

……

Cheers erupted from the audience.

Tibetan Quwu stroked his mustache, laughing and exclaiming, "Guan Lin, who is prepared to be attacked, is in fantastic condition and will never fall!"

"This is Brother Guan!"

Hosei Kanzaki couldn't help but clench his fist, his whole body trembling with excitement. "No matter how many punches and kicks he takes, Brother Guan never dodges. That's the essence of a professional wrestler!"

Beside him, Shibukawa adjusted his glasses and said, "That wrestling kid has really turned 'wrestling' into a 'fighting sport,' he's really something!"

"but……"

The old man changed the subject, a wicked smile playing on his lips, "You can't underestimate the fists and feet of a fighter."

Kurachi and Hosei understood this, and immediately looked closely.

……

……

Bai Mucheng stopped and stood facing Guan Linchun.

"Then, I'm going to fully enjoy the rights of a fighter!"

When they came to their senses, the former had stopped retreating, while the latter was closing in step by step, and the distance between them had once again narrowed.

Their air superiority zones are touching!

The commentator's eyes narrowed, "They've made their move!!"

Swish!

Guan Linchun launched a fierce punch, but Bai Mucheng crouched down to dodge it. Bai Mucheng let the knuckles brush past his cheek, took the opportunity to push off the ground and rush forward, quickly closing in on Guan Linchun's inner circle.

He pulled his clenched right fist back to its limit, veins bulging on his arm, and all the muscles in his body were mobilized.

The pupils trembled violently, and the blood vessels in them seemed like chains, pulling at the pupils.

All engines are running.

The unconscious is expelled from the mind.

With over 36 trillion cells working together, the target is locked on—Guan Linchun's chest, delivering an extremely heavy punch.

[Extreme Strike] Burst!

Boom! ...

The deafening roar echoed throughout the entire arena, causing the audience to widen their eyes and almost forget to breathe.

In particular, Wu Lei'an, the "Demon," couldn't contain his urge to rush onto the stage and cause a ruckus, but was forcibly suppressed by Wu Huiliyang beside him.

Even so, Wu Lei'an grinned maliciously, "That's the kind of punch that's powerful enough, brother!"

Chapter 297 Super Heavy Punch!

[Strike to the extreme] —

Driven by the [engine], it completely controls the entire body and is a combined attack of over 36 trillion cells, unleashing 100% of everything Shiramu Cheng has accumulated so far.

Gathering the "fighting spirit" within the body, and releasing it to the fullest extent through techniques, unleashing terrifying "fist force" that pours onto the opponent!

……

"They've made their move!!"

The female commentator from the Wu clan opened her eyes wide, her black eyes and white pupils still echoing in her ears.

Not only her—in the eyes of most viewers, Guan Linchun seemed to have been beaten so badly that he was "distorted," and his whole body looked like he was about to explode.

But upon closer inspection, the bloody scene did not appear; Guan Linchun remained standing, only slightly leaning back.

amazing!

Both Shiraki Sei and Sekirin Jun are remarkable!