Super Fighting Tokyo.

Guan Linchun did not know what his parents looked like, and had lived with his grandmother since he could remember.

He also did a lot of bad things, fought like a mad dog, and never felt that he had anything to lose, almost falling to the lowest level.

The emergence of professional wrestling changed Guan Linchun's life.

He had a master he admired throughout his life, great predecessors, and a large group of fellow disciples who fought alongside him.

This is the fascinating world of professional wrestling!

"Ah, sure, that's fine."

Guan Linjun made Kano Gen release him, stepped forward and patted Haruo on the shoulder, "You—no matter who you are, you can definitely change things!"

Upon hearing this, everyone turned to look again and saw that Kono Haruo was already in tears.

"I……"

Haruo recalled the battles in the arena, tears streaming down his face. "How much did I waste? How much did I miss? It's such a pity!"

Guan Linchun reached out and ruffled Chunnan's hair. "You can definitely do it, so stop crying!"

……

Ultimately, Haruo Kono, the "God of Destruction," was confirmed to become the apprentice of Jun Sekibayashi, the "Angel of Hell," and began his training anew!

Silent Sea King: "..."

Silent Sea King: "Wait, what about me??"

Chunnan scratched his head sheepishly, "Well, I'm not good at joint locks, and I prefer a more straightforward style."

Silent Sea King, his face full of bitterness, squatted in the corner drawing circles.

……

……

After the arena battle, covered in blood but without any serious external injuries, it was natural to take a shower and clean myself up.

There is a hot spring bath nearby, as well as private open-air rooms specifically for participants in the arena battles.

Whoosh!

Bai Mucheng lifted a bucket of warm water and rinsed his entire body from top to bottom.

Then, immerse your body in the medicinal hot spring, leaving only your arms and head above the water, and exhale a long breath in the steam.

"call!"

That was so much fun!

Although my right wrist—and indeed my whole body—was in excruciating pain, I couldn't hide the pleasure I felt.

Those who fought against him—even in practice matches—left traces in Shiraki Cheng's consciousness.

Teacher Shibukawa, Hose, Sakukai-oh, Brother Guan...

One battle after another, it really hurts, but every cell in my body is jumping for joy, I just can't contain myself!

"..."

As the sun sets, its rays turn fiery red.

Music started playing again on the streets outside.

The ink wash surged, outlining a dynamic rhythm and human figures leaning against the wall outside the bathhouse.

{Ah! Is that the latest pop music? It's really popular online!}

{Online music, not bad, although it's quite good...}

But fighting can't be like that, understand?

Dijon's fingers tapped lightly on the wall, creating a light rhythm and keeping time.

{Fighting—it has to be face-to-face, fist to fist, a fight to the death!}

{If we weren't close enough for our heartbeats to be synchronized...}

{You wouldn't feel this atmosphere unless you were there in person.}

{…}

Shiramu Chengxin understood immediately and smiled leisurely.

He tilted his head back, but instead of leaning against the towel by the bathtub, he leaned against the girl's legs, which were sitting on the towel.

"call--!"

Shiramu Cheng let out another long breath.

This moment is so comfortable, and the atmosphere is just right.

Therefore, Bai Mucheng decided to ignore for the time being why Wu Fengshui would appear behind him again while he was taking a bath.

...such a trivial matter.

Chapter 302 Important People

The flowing hot spring water made a "gurgling" sound.

Steam rose.

The open-air hot spring baths in the height of summer are not too hot, and you can smell the fresh air, which gives you a unique sense of comfort.

Beside the misty bath.

Shiraki Cheng immersed himself in the bathtub, leaned back, and rested his head on the girl's lap, where the touch was much better than the towel he was using as a cushion.

He was a little unaccustomed to it at first, but he quickly gave up thinking about it and just did it.

"This is my family's celebration, and it feels different every year."

Wu Fengshui narrowed his black-and-white eyes and asked with a grin, "Is it fun?"

"Great, fantastic!"

Bai Mucheng half-clenched his right fist and immersed it in the medicinal bath water. "Face to face, fist to fist—this kind of brawl is so exhilarating!"

"hey-hey……"

The girl was very happy.

She reached out from behind, supported Shiraki's right arm, pulled him out of the hot spring water, and finally gently grasped his right wrist.

There is still redness and swelling on it, which is obviously a mild inflammation.

Bai Mucheng rotated his wrist. "It's alright, I can feel it—it's just a minor injury, my body will recover quickly."

"Of course, you're the one I've set my sights on!"

Wu Fengshui held the right wrist and slowly performed a rehabilitation massage.

She learned special techniques from "bone expert" Mitsuyoshi Mushi, and combined with Wu Yizu's understanding of the human body, the treatment was very effective.

"hiss……"

Bai Mucheng felt a sharp pain for a moment or two, followed by a soreness and swelling, and then felt very comfortable, closing his eyes and becoming drowsy.

"Thank you so much, you've been a great help."

Bai Mucheng raised his right arm, leisurely enjoying the moment, and muttered to himself:

"Don't worry, I'm fine. Even with the recent continuous battles, I still think so."

"Perhaps my 'consciousness' is too strong, I am very sensitive to my body's sensations, so it's not that I'm bracing myself, but that I'm really okay."

"If you want to explore what it means to be strong, you have to take steps—just like now."

"And once I start exploring it, it stays in my mind."

Bai Mucheng paused, then murmured with a sigh, "I want to become stronger..."

Wu Fengshui continued massaging Bai Mucheng's wrist, his index finger brushing against Bai Mucheng's skin.

"Look, scarred and calloused—what beautiful hands!"

The girl wasn't surprised by Shiraki's words, and couldn't help but ask with some curiosity, "Shiraki-chan, what is the most important thing to you in battle?"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Bai Mucheng fell into deep thought.

Wu Fengshui recalled with a smile, "My grandfather mentioned it when he was chatting with Grandpa Tokugawa."

“During that ‘Tokyo Dome Underground Tournament,’ Yujiro Hanma, the ‘Strongest Creature on Earth,’ caused trouble on stage, and more than once.”

On one occasion, his son—the 'Baki Hanma'—asked his father:

"What is the most important thing about 'fighting' for Yujiro Hanma?"

"Yujiro Hanma said he had never thought of it."

"This unique answer is proof of his status as the strongest creature on earth."

Wu Fengshui tilted his head and chuckled teasingly, "Bai Muqin, you don't think that way too, do you?"

"Do not."

Shiramu Cheng shook his head in denial, "I think for me, the most important thing is the opponent—in most cases, it's 'people'."

He tried to explain, “I want to know what it means to be strong, so I can’t stand being separated from others.”

"I want to meet more 'people' and know how powerful those 'people' are."

"It is not a derivative of the indirect experience of 'humanity,' such as self-driving cars or rockets that fly into the sky, but the more fundamental 'humanity.'"

Shiramu Cheng couldn't help but laugh as he said this.

"Fighting—combat may not be the answer, but it may point me to the path to the answer."

"So, whether it's playing around, daily practice, or fighting, I don't want to miss any of it."