Super Fighting Tokyo.

boom!!

Guan Linchun's left fist slammed down on the other side of his head.

"two!!"

In the final moments, Shiramu Cheng jumped up slightly, pressed down with his entire body weight, and simply and brutally increased the power to its limit.

"three!!!"

boom!!!

The final punch landed on the left side of Guan Linchun's head, widening the existing sandpit and kicking up clouds of dust.

"call……"

At this moment, Shiramu Chengcai finally stopped what he was doing, knelt down, straddled someone, raised his blood-soaked face, tilted his chin up, and looked at the commentator not far away.

The commentator paused for a moment, then realized, "That's the three-second pin in wrestling! This decisive move is just too good!!"

The outcome is decided!

"Winner: Shiraki Cheng!!"

"..."

Bai Mucheng gritted his teeth and stood up, spitting out a mouthful of bloody foam.

He pointed his left hand at the audience on one side of the ring, then turned his right hand to point to the other side, then stretched both hands forward together, pointing at his friends, and finally raised them high.

Swish!

A few drops of blood were flicked out as a gesture of respect to the audience.

"We won!"

Chapter 301 People Who Can Be Changed

"The match is over!"

The female commentator from Wu Yizu opened her mouth, revealing four tiger teeth, and shouted loudly, "It's Shiramu Cheng's victory!!"

"【Battle Spirit】——"

"Even with a severe injury to his right wrist and his eyes glazed over from the beating, he still stood until the very end!"

"They even used the wrestling-style three-second count to end the fight!"

What a powerful will!

"What a breathtaking [Battle Spirit]!!"

"..."

Bai Mucheng had already lowered his fist and was panting heavily.

The audience continued to cheer.

As the narrator of the celebration, Wu Yizu's younger sister certainly wouldn't let the conversation fall flat, saying, "That right wrist that was damaged and suffered the injury must be in a lot of pain!"

Shiramu Cheng: "..."

Shiramu Cheng: "It hurts so much!"

The commentator continued, "The broken bridge of your nose must be very painful!"

Bai Mucheng: "My whole body aches..."

The commentator chimed in, "His head, which was hit by a series of heavy punches, should still be dizzy!"

Shiramu Cheng: "..."

Shiramu Cheng: "Mm."

After much persuasion, the female commentator finally shut up.

Shiramu Cheng finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He turned back to look at the arena and saw that Guan Linchun had woken up and was lying on the sand, panting, and taking the towel that was thrown to him to wipe his face.

"Aha!?"

Bai Mucheng turned around and laughed, "Brother Guan, you're really sturdy!"

Guan Linchun grinned, "Hey! I lost today, but I'll come back another time!"

[The Prison Angel] clenched his fist and raised it high toward the sky.

"Thank you so much, Brother Shiraki. I feel like I've been reminded of some important things from the past. My professional wrestling career can take another step forward!"

He sat up from the ground, waved his hand, and said, "Enjoy the applause you won, I, the loser, am going to rest now..."

As he spoke, Guan Linchun tried to stand up and then leave the stage.

To his surprise, Bai Mucheng staggered over, grabbed his left shoulder, and forcefully pulled him up from the ground.

"I've always wanted to find someone to try it out with. That kind of big punching exchange just now felt really relaxing."

Ignoring the bewildered Guan Linchun, Bai Mucheng raised his right arm high so that the two of them could receive the cheers of the audience together.

"Brother Guan, thank you for keeping me company."

Shiramu Cheng grinned, revealing a mouthful of blood-stained white teeth, and sneered, "As expected, a so-called 'celebration' must involve a fight like this!"

This scene elicited an even more enthusiastic response from the audience.

"Well played, you two!"

"The revenge campaign needs to be put on the agenda!"

"Brother Bai Mu is really amazing!"

"Amazing, Guan Lin!"

……

……

After a brief signal, the match came to a complete end, and the audience dispersed one by one.

Shiraki Seki and Sekibayashi Jun were surrounded by their friends.

"Shiraki-chan!"

The short-haired girl opened her arms and hugged Bai Mucheng, making everyone laugh.

Silent Sea King stepped forward to distribute business cards, rattling off a string of words that left everyone with conflicted expressions.

"..."

The two athletes walked side by side toward the rest area, lifted the curtain, and crawled inside.

Just as they stepped inside, into a place out of sight of the audience, the next second—

"Well?!"

Shiraki Sei and Seki Rinjun both groaned and fell to their knees, blood dripping from the corners of their mouths, clearly indicating that they were both seriously injured.

"Ouch! Ouch, that really hurts..."

Guan Linchun held his chin, supported by the chairman of Steel Generation Co., Ltd., "Lu Yexuan," and murmured in amazement, "Targeted attacks are truly terrifying; they've almost twisted my mouth!"

Upon hearing this, the bald-headed chairman patted Guan Linchun on the shoulder, "But judging from your expression, you seem quite pleased!"

Guan Linchun gave a thumbs up, "Haha, of course, I'll win it back!"

Kano Gen handed over a bottle of water. "As expected of you, Guan Lin, you are the strongest fighter I can think of."

"Don't talk nonsense, I'm still far from that level!"

The two old friends chatted and laughed.

Guan Linchun turned his head and looked at Bai Mucheng, who was also kneeling on one knee, and couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.

“Wrestlers are ‘professionals,’ so people can’t see what happens offstage. That’s why I left the ring. But why are you putting on a brave face like me?”

"Bah ah..."

Bai Mucheng spat out the blood and foam from his mouth, grinned, and said, "Because it's prettier that way!"

Guan Linchun was taken aback.

Bai Mucheng put his arm around Wu Fengshui's neck. "How was it? I was pretty cool just now!"

Wu Fengshui smiled and helped Bai Mucheng up.

"..."

At this moment, Haruo Kono, the "God of Destruction," was also watching these scenes, sweating profusely, feeling both excited and shocked.

"You two... no, you people fighting in the arena, you're both incredibly strong!"

Chun Nan couldn't help but shed tears, his head covered in sweat from excitement. The sweat and tears mingled together as he looked at everyone through teary eyes.

"Can I change this?"

“I am a good-for-nothing. I have let down everyone in the village and have become seriously degenerate.”

"Can I change? Can I become someone who fights just like you!?"

"..."

Many people heard Chunnan's words.

The elders—Wu Huiliyang, Shechuan Gangqi, and even Zangdi Quwu—couldn't help but smile knowingly, recalling the amusing stories of the past.

The Silent Sea King's expression softened, and he seemed quite pleased with this.

Bai Mucheng took out the Douhun Martial Arts School business card from Wu Fengshui's pocket and slapped it into Chunnan's hand.

Guan Linchun was stunned again.

Hearing Chunnan's words, he was reminded of his past self—