Super Fighting Tokyo.

His burly body was covered in blood, and his white smiling face looked even more ferocious against the backdrop of blood, as he grinned at the wounded Dorr, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

"Good evening!!"

Guan Linchun cracked his fingers, making a crisp snapping sound.

"My comrades say you still refuse to admit defeat? Then let me—[Hell God III]—fight you!"

"..."

Dor was exhausted and could only stare at Guan Linchun with drooping eyelids. He couldn't even utter a word of complaint, and his lips were chapped.

"Hey, catch!"

Guan Linchun chuckled, took out a bottle of ice water, and tossed it to Duoer.

"Use this to clear your head, but since we're about to fight, let's skip eating; it's not good to vomit everywhere."

"..."

Dole didn't reply. He simply opened the water bottle, took a few sips, and then poured the remaining half bottle over his head to wash away the bloodstains on his face.

"call……"

After pausing for a full half minute, Dorr let out a long breath, his empty gaze sharpening again, and tossed the water bottle in his hand into the distance.

Swish!

He lowered his center of gravity, stretched his left arm straight forward, and rested his right forearm on his left elbow, assuming the fighting stance that best suited him.

Upon seeing this, [Hell God III] let out a strange laugh.

"Hehe! You didn't run away immediately, nor did you plan to ambush me with a water bottle?"

He grinned and said, "It seems that fighting against my own people has finally made you realize that you can't win by relying on petty tricks!"

Dol did not reply, perhaps because he did not want to, or perhaps because he had run out of strength.

Swish!

He suddenly pushed off the ground and twisted his hips, kicking out with his right leg, which struck Guan Linchun squarely in the side waist with a muffled "bang".

Guan Linchun did not dodge, and used his waist and abdomen to tighten his muscles.

"hiss……"

Dole felt as if he had kicked an iron pillar; the pain was his own. His right ankle went numb, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"what!"

Guan Linchun shouted and thrust his right palm forward, striking Dorr in the chest.

Boom!

The heavy blow to Dorr's chest pierced through his body with tremendous force, causing him to stagger backward.

Guan Linchun reached out his left hand and grabbed Duoer's collar, while pulling his right arm back to the left and making a chopstick with his four fingers together.

His right arm muscles bulged with veins, aiming at Dorr, ready to strike.

“Young man on death row, since this is our first meeting, I should say a few words.”

Guan Linchun opened his bloodshot eyes wide and grinned maliciously:

"My 'Reverse Horizontal Hand Chop' is even more powerful than [Hell Angel]. It can shatter thick concrete pipes and even professional wrestlers can't withstand it."

"So I have to ask you again—"

Guan Linchun's bloodied face loomed close to Dorr, his breath hot on his face. "Do you admit that you were defeated in the battle?"

With Guan Linchun holding him by the collar, Duoer suddenly steadied himself, gritted his teeth, and strained, clearly trying to break free.

"You fool who's courting death!"

Guan Linchun cursed loudly, then swung his horizontal chop knife across the neck, striking Dorr's collarbone with a crisp "crack".

call out!

Dol was sent flying backward, crashing heavily to the ground on his back, leaving a bloody scratch on the road, and his right collarbone was even dented and deformed!

"..."

The excruciating pain coursed through his entire body, causing his narrow eyebrows and eyes to close tightly, and his long limbs to twitch uncontrollably.

Even though Guan Linchun clearly held back, Dor was still beaten to the point of near death.

In a daze, Dor still tried to exert force, and when he came to his senses again, he had already stood up, turned his back to Guan Linchun, and staggered away.

Tap...tap...tap...

Dorr staggered and ran a few steps.

He seemed dazed, not even knowing why he was trying to escape; he was acting instinctively, as if trying to maintain "some kind of stubbornness."

Powerful and second to none

I possess a strength that rivals anyone else's...

Thinking this, Dorr ran a few more steps and bumped into the giant again—[Hell God III].

Is it the third generation? Or the fourth generation?

Dorr's mind was in a mess.

Swish!

Guan Linchun stretched out his left hand and grabbed Dorr's collar again, then pulled back his right fist to gather strength and aimed at Dorr's head.

"Young man on death row, are you still unwilling to give up your stubbornness? Isn't that enough?"

"..."

Dole did not answer, but still tried to raise his hand and beckon with his fingers.

Even though the blade mechanism at his elbow was jammed due to damage, Dor still acted instinctively, unwilling to face his defeat.

"Humph!"

[Hell God III] snorted coldly and swung his right fist backward.

call out!

Just as it was about to strike Dorr, suddenly—

"Well!?"

The heavy punch from [Hell Heaven] was stopped.

He grabbed Dorr's collar with his left hand and covered his face with his right, looking like he was struggling in pain, and even let out a scream.

"Ah—ya ya ya ya!"

The sound was deafening, even causing the dying Dor to bleed from his nose.

The screams lasted for a few seconds, then the giant suddenly fell silent, followed by convulsions.

Dorr opened his eyes wide and stood there stunned.

Upon closer inspection, Guan Linchun was actually crying tears of joy, and using the blood on his face, he wiped away the white paint covering his face.

"Thank you... thank you so much! Young man on death row!"

Guan Linchun, tears streaming down his face, looked at Duoer and said, "Thank you for buying me time, which allowed me to suppress [Hell Heaven] again and seal him back to the Demon Realm."

"【Prison Angel】Guan Linchun—is back!"

Dorr: "..."

Dorr: "..."

Guan Linchun didn't care at all when he saw Dor's bewildered face.

"You won!"

Guan Linchun grabbed Dor's collar, gently placed him on the ground, and grinned, "Can you still hear me? In short, I think you won this battle!"

"..."

Dorr stood on the ground with difficulty, his body swaying, his eyes almost unfocused, yet involuntarily wide open.

This feeling is not "inexplicable," but rather "astonished."

Guan Linchun ignored Duo'er and walked away from him, passing by the audience on the roadside—Bai Mucheng, Wu Fengshui, and Zangdi Quwu.

Tibetan Quwu crossed his arms, smiled without saying a word, clearly very satisfied with the scene.

Bai Mucheng raised an eyebrow. "Brother Guan, is this alright?"

"Okay, because this is a result that 'I' approve of, and I won't be stubborn!"

Guan Linchun nodded and said, "That death row inmate has already withstood my attacks. It wouldn't look good if we continued fighting."

"Therefore, for my professional wrestling, this fight is his victory!"

"Professional wrestlers' fights should end like this!"

"...Speaking of which, it hurts terribly."

Guan Linchun touched the knife wound on his face and turned to ask Wu Fengshui, "Little sister, is anyone still at the infirmary? I need to go get it bandaged up..."

"..."

Guan Linchun strode away.

Meanwhile, Dorr remained stunned, Guan Linchun's words echoing in his mind.

A battle between professional wrestlers...

So, how exactly should we fight?

It's not as simple as "admitting defeat" or "not admitting defeat," nor can it be changed by being stubborn. It's a result that one accepts from the bottom of one's heart.

I see……

The true outcome of a battle cannot be easily changed by things like running away, petty tricks, or stubbornness.

Those who cannot accept defeat are not qualified to fight, nor can they possibly determine a winner.

It turns out I never understood combat...