Super Fighting Tokyo.

"It withstands attacks to damage the opponent, making it an incredibly powerful defense!"

"Chun, he has already completed the super-combat type of professional wrestling!"

……

"Huh...huh..."

Bai Mucheng gripped his right wrist tightly, his face contorted in pain, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

The intense pain that penetrated deep into the mind was not caused by the "blow" or the "reversal," but rather by the "rebound" caused by the "impact."

It felt like my wrist was shattered; the pain was excruciating!

"Wrist! Shiramu Cheng's wrist has been impacted! This is terrible!"

The commentator exclaimed, "Kuan Linchun demonstrated a professional wrestling style of counter-attack and got back up. Is he going to pursue him?!"

"..."

After saying this, Guan Linchun did not take any action.

He maintained his stance, panting heavily with the bloody heat, blood trickling down from the corners of his mouth and dripping onto the sandy ground.

……

"It works, and it's impossible for it not to work."

"That kind of 'roaring' level of impact would be unbearable for an ordinary person, let alone being hit head-on in the abdomen."

Shechuan said in a deep voice, "I'm afraid that right now, Brother Guan's internal organs are churning, aren't they?"

Tibetan Quwu nodded, but then changed the subject, "But professional wrestlers will always get back up, no matter how many times they get up!"

……

Guan Linchun was forced to catch his breath, and Bai Mucheng also recovered from the excruciating pain in his right wrist.

"Again!"

Bai Mucheng shouted and leaped forward, quickly closing in on Guan Linchun.

【Charge with Fighting Spirit】!

Ode!

The moment he got close to Guan Linchun, Bai Mucheng thrust his left palm forward, hitting Guan Linchun squarely in the abdomen, then stepped forward and pushed off the ground, using all his strength to push upward.

【Rising Dragon Fist】!

boom!

A powerful left hook was aimed at Guan Linchun's jaw, but he gritted his teeth and held on, refusing to let go even as several teeth broke.

"Can't you throw your right fist anymore, buddy?"

"Then don't blame me for targeting your weaknesses!"

Guan Linchun grinned maliciously, moved to Bai Mucheng's right side, slipped into a defensive opening, and swung his right arm upward to deliver an upward elbow strike.

boom!

The blow landed squarely on Shiramu Cheng's face, causing his nose to bleed profusely and his body to arch backward.

But the next second—

Swish!

Bai Mucheng suddenly stepped forward, leaning back and pulling his right fist back. He gathered all the strength in his muscles to the limit, his eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he threw out a powerful right punch.

Zangief's Powerful Punch!

Boom! !

The fist struck Guan Linchun in the side of the face, sending him flying backward, leaving a large scratch on the sand with his massive body.

poof...

Guan Linchun fell to the ground, his head spinning from the blow. He looked up and saw Bai Mucheng's right fist, and couldn't help but ask in confusion, "Is your wrist alright?"

"How could I be alright? It hurts like hell, it feels like my body is severed!"

Bai Mucheng clenched his right fist, which was still trembling uncontrollably. "But if you can't clench it when you're not in top condition, or you can't swing it when you're injured—what kind of fist is that?!"

These words stunned Guan Linchun, who spat out half a broken tooth and couldn't help but laugh, "I've learned something, a fighter's fists are really hard...!"

Chapter 299 Magnificent Momentum

手——

It is the best prop in the world!

It can be used as various tools, and it can also be turned into a weapon.

For example, "hammer".

Starting with the little finger, place the fingertip at the base of each finger, proceeding in order from the ring finger to the middle finger.

Next, starting with the index finger, fold each finger toward the palm in sequence, and finally clasp it with your thumb.

In this way, you can clench your fist!

Most fighters in the world will continuously hone this fist.

Sandbags, spinning tops, rocks, ice blocks, wooden stakes, bamboo poles, even red-hot iron blocks, and so on...

This kind of training is incredibly painful, and you may experience countless dislocations and fractures, making it unbearable.

After undergoing such training, the only way to prevent fighters from ever throwing a punch again is to make them say, "I never want to fight again."

There is no other way!

……

……

"Bai Mucheng's heavy punch landed squarely!"

"But as expected, Guan Linchun, a professional wrestler, always gets back up no matter how many times he tries!"

"Even though he has accumulated a considerable amount of damage, Guan Linjun still has a big smile on his face!"

At the narrator's shouts, Guan Linchun pushed himself up to his feet.

This top tough guy in the wrestling world tilted his head, spat out a mouthful of blood, clenched his fists, and got into a fighting stance, his whole face shrouded in a bloody, sinister grin.

"Great! That was really fun!"

Guan Linchun stretched his arms and said, "Hehehe, let's have a contest and see if I get knocked down first, or if I get beaten to a pulp first!"

This sounds exciting, but upon closer inspection, it has problems.

Guan Linjun's words were undoubtedly an invitation to Shiraki Cheng to fight, forcibly dragging the opponent into the realm of striking techniques, in order to determine the winner.

Despite suffering a severe impact, Shiraki Sei's right fist was still able to strike—something that Seki Rin Jun hadn't anticipated.

However, as long as "Destruction Withstand" continues to be used, the damage will accumulate little by little and eventually be reflected back onto Shiroki!

Is that despicable?

of course!

【Prison Angel】Guan Linjun, although his fighting style is similar to that of 【World's Number One Fighter】Hanayama Kaoru, are two completely different people.

The latter is "fighting," while the former is "professional wrestling"!

And tactics like using rhetoric to provoke or distract opponents are part of professional wrestling!

Come on!

Guan Linchun shouted loudly, urging Bai Mucheng to continue the attack.

But the white wooden support didn't move.

Guan Linchun was stunned, initially thinking that Bai Mucheng hadn't been provoked, but then he noticed the other's actions—

Shiraki Sei is throwing a punch.

Stand sideways, extend your left hand forward to maintain balance, clench your right fist, pull your body back to the limit, and finally swing it out with great force.

Zangief's Heavy Punch!

Swish!

The powerful swing in the air was accompanied by a faint whistling sound.

"...?"

Guan Linchun tilted his head, indicating his confusion.

Bai Mucheng didn't say much, but continued to throw heavy punches in the air, one after another, without changing his movements at all.

Swish!Swish!

When the third descent was completed, Guan Linchun's expression changed.

From initial shock and confusion to a smirk and ecstatic jubilation, mixed with undisguised admiration, he exclaimed, "Brother, if you went into professional wrestling, you'd become a world superstar!"

At the same time, the ink flowed and surged.

The real "world superstar" Dijon also realized Shiraki Cheng's idea and clapped his hands in approval.

Buddy, your reckless enthusiasm has ignited my soul; a great song is about to be born!

Come on, come on, let me take a closer look!

"..."

Compared to those on the ring, the people off the ring reacted a little slower.

The chairman of Steel Company, "Lu Ye Gen," couldn't help but frown. "Those two are seriously injured. What should we do now?"

……