Super Fighting Tokyo.

Wrestling, Drunken Fist, Military Martial Arts, Muay Thai, Assault Fighting, Kickboxing...

The differences in the movements are so obvious that even a layman can easily see them, let alone someone as discerning as Wu Fengshui.

The girl felt that Shiraki's movements were becoming more and more beautiful and solid.

Swish!

Another punch landed.

Bai Mucheng's hands moved swiftly, his arms swaying in rhythm with his body, occasionally clenching his fists.

"Punching and kicking—these ordinary things, in my opinion, are one of the foundations of fighting, and are essential training."

"This feels great!"

……

……

On the ring, the female commentator retreated to the sidelines.

"The match is about to begin!"

"They're here!!"

The commentator gestured, "First to enter the arena is the challenger, the [Demon] of the Wu clan—Wu Lei'an!!"

Tap! Tap! Tap...

Wu Lei'an kicked the curtain and walked impatiently onto the stage with heavy steps, unable to suppress the ferocious smile on his face.

"Next up is the defending champion, [Battle Spirit] Shiramu Cheng from the Battle Spirit Martial Arts Academy!!"

Shiraki lifted the curtain, a towel still hanging around his neck, and walked to the edge of the ring. After wiping his sweat with the towel, he tossed it aside.

Swish!

He leaped lightly, vaulted over the ring fence, and landed firmly on the sand.

"..."

Seeing this scene, the average viewer can only see that Shiraki Sei's style is very refreshing.

But the true masters quickly noticed the exceptions, such as Shibukawa Goki, Wu Huili, Zangji Kyugo, and Sekibayashi Jun...

"Brother Shiraki looks great!"

Tibet couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. "In fact, he seems a little too good. He doesn't seem like someone who has experienced a series of battles at all!"

"It's as if he's been conserving his energy for ages! How did he get into his right state?"

Chapter 317 I Have to Thank You

Fighters in any field have the ability to sense their opponent's condition, and this is especially true for experts—even masters.

Therefore, a small number of viewers keenly noticed that Shiraki Seung was in incredibly good condition!

It's not just that he's "good," but that he's in excellent condition, as if he's been preparing for a long time scientifically, and he doesn't look like someone who has been through a series of battles!

"What's going on here?"

Silent Sea King opened his eyes wide.

Fighting others is not simply a matter of "not getting hurt." Not only does physical strength need to be recovered, but the mental and physical toll is also enormous.

Even athletes with professional logistical support dare not participate in Lien Chan, otherwise it would greatly shorten their professional careers.

The battles in the underworld are inherently bloody, and King Jihai has personally witnessed Shiramu Cheng's series of battles, so he simply cannot comprehend what is happening before his eyes.

"Shiraki Cheng, who appeared on the field, is like a 'new' person. What exactly happened?"

"..."

Not only Ji Haiwang, but also Guan Linchun from "Prison Angel" felt the same way.

In the world of professional wrestling, human muscles are a crucial element, so "Kuan Linjun," who has perfected the practical application of wrestling, would never have made a mistake.

Two days ago, he fought with Shiraki Seung in the ring and carefully felt Shiraki Seung's muscle power.

Now, Shiraki has fully recovered from his injuries, and all his muscles have improved, becoming more flexible, stronger, and more powerful!

How exactly did such a change occur in just two days?

"..."

Even Wu Huiliyang, who has seen a lot, couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, quite curious about it.

Shibukawa paused for a moment, then replied in a deep voice:

"The answer might be consciousness within the brain!"

He witnessed Shiraki Sei's practice in the early morning and compared it with Hanma Baki, arriving at a relatively reasonable conclusion.

One day, the child learned that the charcoal in the brazier was hot.

"Adults playing around use non-hot charcoal tongs to touch a child's hand, making the child think they are being burned, and then the child actually feels pain."

"It is said that in some extreme cases, the child may even have burn scars on the back of his hand!"

"That's the power of 'illusion'!"

Shibukawa pushed up his glasses in a huff.

"The human brain is amazing; it can even, to some extent, visualize what is described by 'consciousness'."

"This kind of thing has actually been proven in the fitness industry—"

"Imagine someone who can achieve a certain body type, versus someone who doesn't pursue any goals."

"Experimental data proves that although they did the exact same training, the results were completely different, with an overwhelming gap!"

Shechuan squinted and carefully examined Bai Mucheng.

"Brother Shiraki's intense inner consciousness yearned to recover and become stronger, and so after a lot of practice, fighting, and rest, it was reflected in his body."

"Ho ho ho! Such an unbelievable thing can only be explained by this!"

"..."

Shechuan's words left those around him stunned.

Meanwhile, Wu Fengshui returned to the audience seats and went to Garuda and You Sha's side to watch the battle with them.

……

……

Tap! Tap! Tap...

Bai Mucheng stepped forward, walked to the opposite side of Wu Lei'an, and with a leisurely expression, spread his hands to show his whole body.

"Brother Lei'an, I have to thank you!"

Upon closer inspection, even Shiraki's right wrist, which had suffered the most severe injury, was no longer red and swollen, and had returned to its full strength.

"Look, my body couldn't wait any longer and has forcibly recovered in order to fight you!"

"..."

"Gurgle!"

Wu Lei'an grinned maliciously, his black eyes with white pupils scanning up and down.

He didn't answer, but seemed to want to devour Bai Mucheng alive, not even sparing his blood and bones.

"..."

"Now, let's introduce the contestants!"

"187cm tall, 102kg – [Battle Spirit] Shiramu Cheng!"

"A battle against;"

"188cm tall, 94kg – [Demon] Wu Lei'an!"

The narrator's voice was impassioned: "The final arena battle of this year's celebration is about to begin!"

After speaking, Shiramu Cheng and Wu Lei'an walked away from each other to their respective sides of the arena to make final preparations before the match began.

The audience could see it very clearly—

On his way back to the sidelines, Wu Lei'an's laughter grew increasingly ferocious, even to a terrifying degree, with his facial muscles contorted and his teeth appearing sharp.

"Haaaaaaah..."

He exhaled hot breaths, and a faint growl even emanated from deep within his throat.

This was Wu Lei'an's first time participating in an "underground fighting competition," and the audience had at most only heard of his name.

At this moment, in the eyes of ordinary viewers, Wu Lei'an's figure gradually twisted, like a ferocious humanoid fire, about to devour everything!

Even regular spectators of underground fights couldn't help but shudder.

Is it possible for a human to unleash such a level of murderous intent?!

In contrast, Shiraki's performance was rather "ordinary".

He slowly walked to the sidelines, then turned around, his expression gradually becoming serious as he looked at Wu Lei'an, whose face was contorted with rage.

"..."

Wu Lei'an lowered his body, veins bulging on his neck, and bloodshot veins appearing in his black eyes.

[The Demon] murmured, "After all, it's an arena, so it doesn't really matter, right? Regardless of relationships or who lives or dies..."

[Fighting Spirit] nodded and smiled, "What a moving killing intent, Brother Lei An, you've really helped me a lot..."

Their voices gradually lowered, making the air feel solid and distorted.

The female commentator couldn't even get close enough to go up to the sidelines; she could only raise her right hand from the sidelines and then bring it down heavily with a "whoosh."

"Ready—"