Super Fighting Tokyo.

"A stunningly powerful punch landed on Guan Linchun's chest, shaking the steel body of the [Prison Angel]!"

Swish...

Guan Linchun, with his massive 196cm frame, leaned back and looked like he was about to fall to the ground.

But in the next instant, Bai Mucheng felt a chill in his heart, as he felt a surge of killing intent and a sudden sense of crisis. He had no time to retreat.

"Drink up!!"

Guan Linchun shouted and slashed back with his hand, striking Bai Mucheng squarely in the face!

Snapped!

The small slash on the outside of the hand blade produced an exaggerated sound, almost like a high five, thanks to Guan Linchun's monstrous strength.

That's a hand chop that's enough to knock out a burly wrestler!

Moreover, the blow was not to the chest or arm, but to a vital part of the body—the center of the head.

Bai Mucheng noticed first and tilted his neck back to dissipate the force.

Even so, he was still sent flying by this chop to the neck, his whole body flying backward and crashing heavily onto the ring.

Pfft!

"Ugh—!"

Bai Mucheng grimaced in pain, rolling around with his face in his hands, blood flowing from between his fingers. It took him several seconds to finally catch his breath.

"Cough... spit..."

Bai Mucheng lay there breathing heavily, his eyes bloodshot from the blows, coughing up spittle from the corners of his mouth every now and then; the scene was utterly gruesome.

……

Seeing this, Hose Kanzaki couldn't contain his tension, "Brother Guan was ruthless! Shiraki's eyes were almost ruined!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Fengshui activated [Liberation], his eye veins bulging and his brows furrowing as he observed the condition of the two people on the field.

"wrong."

The short-haired girl paused, "Something's not right..."

……

Seemingly in response to Wu Fengshui, Bai Mucheng, who was lying on his back, grinned.

His voice carried a hint of bloodlust as he chuckled softly, "I'm sorry, Brother Guan."

Guan Linchun stood rooted to the spot, gritting his teeth and grinning menacingly: "Thank you for your guidance!"

puff--!

As soon as he finished speaking, blood gushed from Guan Linchun's mouth and nose, and even his eyes were stained blood red, with two lines of bloody tears flowing from the corners of his eyes.

The female commentator also noticed something amiss.

"Huh? This, this is..."

"Shiraki's strike was quite effective; Kwanrin is bleeding profusely and is seriously injured!"

"As expected, that roar just now was not an illusion; it was truly that powerful, even the [Hell Angel] suffered such a severe injury!"

……

“Fantastic…”

"To be able to knock out someone who was well-prepared like that, what a powerful punch that was!" Zangdi Quwu murmured in amazement.

Wu Fengshui's eyes widened, and he swallowed hard. "He took a direct hit from the 'Extreme Strike,' yet he can still unleash a powerful backhand slash. Professional wrestlers are practically iron men!"

……

Bai Mucheng sat cross-legged, then stood up, supporting himself on his knees, wiping away the blood and tears from the corners of his eyes, and looked up at Guan Linchun in the distance.

Vision was still somewhat blurry, but it was clear that Guan Linchun's face was covered in blood.

Bai Mucheng raised an eyebrow. "Brother Guan, can you still fight?"

"Huh? What nonsense are you talking about!"

Guan Linchun opened his bloodshot eyes wide, slapped his arm hard with his large hand, and said in a deep voice, "If you dawdle any longer, I'll beat you up. Keep going!"

"Ha ha!"

Bai Mucheng chuckled upon hearing this, muttering to himself, "What kind of logic is it to say 'I'm going to beat you up' during a fight..."

As he spoke, Bai Mucheng pushed off the ground with his back foot and took a step forward.

But as he charged forward, Guan Linchun pushed off the ground first, maintaining a lower center of gravity, and used his physique to unleash a series of powerful punches.

Swish swish!

The rapid, relentless attack continued, including powerful punches like "knuckleballs," used to create different rhythms and close-range strikes.

Bai Mucheng's vision was still blurry, so he simply gave up blocking with his arms and instead relied on dodging and parkour-style slapping to fight back.

*Smack! Smack!*

Bai Mucheng used every inch of his hand—back of the hand, palm heel, elbow, forearm—to respond to Guan Linchun's heavy punches.

With extremely fast and agile movements, Shiraki Sei, the "fighting maneuver", managed to "survive" the attacks from Seki Hayashi, the "wrestler".

"So fast!"

The commentator struggled to describe it all at once, exclaiming, "Guan Linchun's attacks are so fast, but he can't hit Shiraki Cheng at all. What amazing offense and defense!"

The muffled thuds and slapping sounds continued in succession.

Bai Mucheng retreated four or five steps, while Guan Linchun pressed forward four or five steps. The two retreated and advanced, their arms swinging wildly, causing blood to splatter.

"Drink!"

Gradually, Guan Linchun began to exert more force, his punches becoming heavier and heavier, and the intervals between each punch gradually widened.

The next moment—

Swish!

Guan Linchun pulled his body back and threw a powerful right punch forward, a signature "knuckleball" technique in wrestling, which is extremely powerful.

Bai Mucheng seized the opportunity, pushed off the ground and turned around. At the same time, he raised both hands and grabbed Guan Linchun's outstretched right arm, intending to use his shoulders as a fulcrum to lift him up and throw him forward.

But suddenly—

Swish!

Guan Linchun actually pulled his right arm back.

"—??"

Bai Mucheng was shocked. He looked at his hands and realized that his palms were covered in blood, while Guan Linchun's right arm was also covered in bright red blood.

Was that Guan Linchun vomiting out? Or did he deliberately get it on his arm?

None of that matters.

The key was that Guan Linchun used the blood on his right arm to provide a slight lubrication, allowing him to pull his arm back before Bai Mucheng could get a firm grip!

Because his eyes had been chopped off with a hand chop, there was still a trace of bright red in his vision, which is why Shiraki Shigeaki did not notice this detail.

"Remember this well, Brother Shiraki."

"So-called professional wrestling—it's all about doing anything as long as you don't get caught!"

Swish!

Guan Linchun spread his arms and cut in from behind Bai Mucheng, embracing him.

He continued muttering, "Professional wrestlers don't run away, so we think about how to 'safely take it,' like eye-gouging, there are a lot of little tricks..."

"And when faced with scratches—applying lubricant or blood plasma are good ways to avoid abrasions!"

As he spoke, Guan Linchun hooked his left hand back and pinned Bai Mucheng's right arm, pressed down hard with his whole body, raised his right leg high and clamped Bai Mucheng's cheek, and then used his right arm to press against Bai Mucheng's lower back.

Joint lock!

"It's done!"

The commentator gripped the microphone tightly, exclaiming, "It's a variant of the 'cobra lock' joint lock! Shiraki Sei is in danger!"

However, before he could finish speaking—

Swish!

Bai Mucheng simply twisted his neck and hips to break free, jumping back to widen the distance between himself and Guan Linchun.

Guan Linchun had expected this, but he still complained, "Tch, such a quick reaction!"

This scene caused the audience to frown, and even the commentator was puzzled.

……

Offstage, Zangdi Quwu explained to the crowd.

"Even the bodies of 'pure' professional wrestlers are actually very stiff."

This veteran of the wrestling world said in a deep voice:

"Of course, a professional wrestler's body is definitely not as stiff as an amateur's, but it still can't compare to a fighter—especially someone like Shiraki."

"In order to master various techniques, Shiraki's daily practice must include a lot of flexibility exercises, which is why his joints are extremely flexible."

"In addition, Junta just suffered a serious injury, so his vision is probably blurred and it is difficult for him to fix his joints properly, which is why he was unable to lock down Shiraki-kun."

Beside him, [Martial Saint] Shibukawa Takeki chuckled and analyzed, "Besides, if you push Brother Shiraki too far, he's quite capable of enduring pain!"

……

"Ouch, that hurts a bit, Brother Guan!"

Bai Mucheng raised his right arm and stood not far away, continuing his confrontation with Guan Linchun.

He tilted his head in thought, "Throwings and joint locks are too mentally taxing. Let's try some other types. How about stand-up moves?"

"Haha, I like this kind the most too!"

Guan Linchun grinned menacingly, his intense aura distorting the surrounding air. "Let me see just how far 'I' can go!"