Super Fighting Tokyo.

But when he looked up, he found that the professional wrestling giant had been waiting for a long time not far ahead.

"hello!"

Guan Linchun grinned menacingly, his expression even more ferocious against the backdrop of blood. "Nice to meet you! Please take care of me!"

Dorgon's body was hunched over, and he was so thirsty from running that his mouth was dry.

Hearing this, he gave a helpless, bitter smile. "What nonsense are you talking about? We just met a few minutes ago..."

"Huh? That's strange, because this is the first time I've met you."

Guan Linchun clenched his fist. "You bastard, you didn't mistake my 'fellow demons' for me, did you?!"

"……scare!?"

Dorr's eyes widened at what he was being told.

Guan Linchun pointed to his face, "Look, I have two red battle marks on my face, while my compatriots only have one. I am the [Second Generation of Hell God]!"

Because the scene was so bizarre, Dorr couldn't even find the words to refute it.

He could only mutter under his breath, "His injuries are still there, he's acting like a lunatic..."

Guan Linchun didn't care about this.

"I heard you fought the First Generation? I'm waiting here to ask you—well? Do you admit defeat?"

"..."

Dole did not answer, which also made his stance clear.

Guan Linchun grinned, revealing a mouthful of blood-stained white teeth, and strode forward, delivering a heavy punch straight to Dorr's face.

boom!

With a muffled thud, Dorr was beaten so badly that he tumbled backward several times, spitting out blood and broken teeth as he flew through the air, leaving a trail of circles.

"Click..."

Dorl lay on his back, his face covered in blood, with only a few teeth left on both sides.

As a professional wrestler, Jun Kwanbayashi was able to control the force of his blows, so the punch did not knock Dorl unconscious.

As Dor stood up, this [Second Generation of Hell] muttered to himself.

“Hey, you know what? If a wrestling match doesn’t have a final winner, it’s very likely to be a bad ending.”

Do you want this?

Do you want your 'battle script' to become a mess and boring?

"..."

Dol didn't know how to answer.

He stood up shakily and staggered toward Guan Linchun, but missed him, apparently trying to escape.

Guan Linchun glanced at Duo'er's retreating figure and grinned broadly.

"No matter how many battles you want to fight, my comrades from the Demon Realm will be ready to fight!"

……

……

In the distance, Bai Mucheng and Wu Fengshui continued to observe.

"The people who infiltrated Wu Village have been mostly dealt with. As for their purpose, the investigation is still ongoing, and we will have results soon."

Wu Fengshui sipped his fruit juice, tossed a bag of potato chips to Bai Mucheng, and grabbed a handful for himself.

"The next part of the celebration will be the arena battle between you, Shiraki, and my older brother, right?"

"..."

Shiramu Cheng also chewed a few potato chips and joked with a smile, "What if Grandpa Wu doesn't allow Lei An to go on stage?"

"No, Grandpa wouldn't be so disappointing. My older brother is pretty crazy too."

Wu Fengshui knew Bai Mucheng was joking, so he boldly speculated, "If we really can't have the fight, he'll definitely cause a scene before we return to Tokyo."

"Haha, isn't that kind of fun too?"

Bai Mucheng felt the potato chips were a bit dry, so he took a sip of the drink in Wu Fengshui's hand.

"Although it will definitely turn into a fight to the death, I'm happy that Shiraki Chika and my older brother can become stronger."

Despite his words, Wu Fengshui was still somewhat worried, "Fighting to become stronger—there's no way to avoid that."

Shiramu Cheng thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "For the sake of becoming stronger..."

“I didn’t have any complicated thoughts about why I did it; I just wanted to have a ‘fight’ with Wu Lei’an.”

"I just had the idea, and then I did it with great enthusiasm."

"Fighting is like being with you; I just wanted to do it, so I did it happily."

Wu Fengshui smiled happily.

……

……

At the same time.

The Wu clan chief's residence, the training room of the Taoist temple.

Punches and kicks filled the air, accompanied by a continuous roar.

Wu Lei'an was doing his daily training, but he was unusually fierce, which even scared away other members of the Wu clan who came to train, leaving the entire training room to Lei'an.

Only the clan chief Wu Huiliyang and the young man Wu Lianyi who accompanied him remained to observe.

Click!

Another cement pipe was smashed.

"..."

"Lei An is even more excited than before!"

Wu Lian crossed her arms and watched from a distance, saying, "Is it because we're going to fight Brother Bai Mu? We're all family, don't make a big scene..."

"Hmph, that excited idiot can't listen to such words anymore."

Wu Huili sighed with a smile, "The 'Kengan Street Fighting Tournament' created by Miedo and Tokugawa will lead many people to evolve, and the Wu clan certainly cannot be absent."

Wu Lianyi nodded in agreement.

The next second—

call out!

Wu Lei'an sent an overweight sandbag flying far away, carrying a ferocious gust of wind as it swept past Wu Lianyi and Wu Huiliyang before slamming heavily against the wall of the training room.

—Boom!

The sandbags embedded themselves into the wall of the training room, creating spiderweb-like cracks that shook the entire room.

Wu Lian turned around and looked at the sandbag that had been twisted and broken, and couldn't help but swallow.

"Gudu..."

"Won't Lei An evolve too much and turn into some kind of giant monster because of this?"

Chapter 312 A Battle Never Understood

The night is deep.

Wuzhili is, after all, just a small town, so apart from the few large commercial streets, all the alleys have become quiet.

This atmosphere is perfect for a walk.

Bai Mucheng and Wu Fengshui strolled hand in hand down the street, chatting occasionally and enjoying the warmth of each other's hands.

They followed the scent of blood left by Dorr, wanting to witness the death row inmate's fate.

"..."

After turning a corner, the two ran into another acquaintance.

One of the mentors of Jun Kwan Lin-chun, a "senior" in professional wrestling, nicknamed "God of Wrestling" - Tibetan Exorcist.

It was obvious that Tibet had heard about the battle between Guan Linchun and Duoer from other Wu clans, so they couldn't help but come and see for themselves.

Bai Mucheng and Wu Fengshui raised their hands and greeted Zangdi Quwu.

"...Sorry, Tibetan brother."

Looking at the remaining drops of blood on the ground, Bai Mucheng still felt a little guilty. "I just wanted to play with Duoer, but I ended up hurting Brother Guan."

"Haha, what are you saying? There's nothing we can do about it."

Tibetan Quwu didn't care about this, and helplessly put his hands on his hips, "It was Guan Lin who wanted to fight, in other words, it was his own choice."

"If we're going to stop this, Guan Lin should be the one who gets angry first!"

Tibet takes steps forward, following in the footsteps of Bai Mucheng and Wu Fengshui.

"Speaking of which, that death row inmate is quite fantastic!"

"That guy is incredibly lucky to be able to fight against [Hell Angel], [Hell God], and [Hell God II]! He's also incredibly resilient!"

Shiramu Cheng thought about it and agreed with it with a smile.

……

……

After a few words of conversation, the three caught up with Dorr once again.

More accurately, it should be said that Duo'er, who had escaped into the alley, was once again blocked by "Guan Linchun".