Super Fighting Tokyo.

Bai Mucheng wiped his face, no longer dwelling on the past, and walked straight up to Lie Haiwang, patting him hard on the shoulder.

"Five consecutive wins! That was a great game!"

Chapter 378 Drink!

Although it was just a practice match, the heroic feat of defeating five opponents single-handedly was still a fierce battle!

Therefore, the necessary sense of ritual must be present.

Swish!

Shiraki raised Retsu Kaioh's right arm and showed it to the audience.

The spectators applauded and praised the victor, sincerely congratulating him and marveling at Retsukai's superb boxing skills.

Even Guo Haihuang, who was at the pinnacle of boxing skills, was clapping his hands with a smile at this moment.

"You've matured even more, Lie!"

However, even as the victor, Retsukai no Ou smiled, he couldn't hide the bewilderment in his expression, as if he were deep in thought.

……

……

Not long after.

The one who was finally grazed on the jaw by Retsu Kaioh's fist, causing his brain to shake inside his skull and rendering him unconscious—

Chen Haiwang, the "Three-in-One Fist".

He was lying on his back on the ring, with his head cushioned by his clothes, slowly waking up.

"Well……"

He slowly opened his eyes, still experiencing some concussion symptoms, with double vision and waves of dizziness.

Looking around, he saw that the other four Sea Kings who had come with him—Sun, Yang, Chu, and Samwang—were either standing or sitting around the arena.

"Really? They all lost..."

The jumbled memories became clear again.

He recalled that Sun Haiwang, who had always been proud of his grip strength, was forced to kneel down by the grip.

The towering giant, except for Aquaman, had his movements easily exposed.

The incredibly swift Muay Thai fighter Samwang was hit in the eye by an air dart and then knocked down with a palm strike.

Yang Haiwang, the sturdy and powerful Vajra Fist master, was easily sent flying by an inch punch.

As for himself, he was stunned after witnessing all of this. Facing the slowly approaching Retsukai-oh, he forgot to use the Three-in-One Fist technique and was defeated in actual combat.

"..."

Thinking about these things, Chen Haiwang sat up cross-legged, lowered his head, and fell into silence.

After a long while, he suddenly murmured, "This isn't a contest of boxing skills, it's a real battle..."

"It has nothing to do with schools of thought or techniques; it's just a competition between 'individuals,' and it's simply that we're not strong enough."

"Who is stronger? It's that simple a question!"

"I've learned a lot..."

Chen Haiwang slowly stood up, staggered a few steps, picked up his clothes from the ground and put them on.

Sun Haiwang's left hand was still aching, and a few drops of cold sweat had not yet dried on his forehead.

Aquaman was also clutching his groin, where he had been hit;

Samwan the Sea King wiped his mouth, removing the bright red blood flowing from his nose;

As for Yang Haiwang, he and Chen Haiwang, who were also knocked unconscious, supported each other and managed to stand up.

Each of the five aquamans had their own thoughts.

Perhaps out of fear, shock, frustration, self-loathing, or deep thought...

The group then said their goodbyes and turned to leave.

"..."

Seeing this, Rito put her hands on her hips and asked doubtfully, "Seriously, is it really okay to just ignore them?"

"Is it okay?"

Maruk scratched his head. "It's just one loss. It doesn't mean they've lost their reason to keep fighting, and nobody's stopping them from getting stronger!"

The person suddenly realized the truth of the matter.

However, although Maruk is about the same age as Rihito, Maruk's mind has been affected by human experiments, and he is currently just a child.

Rito, who had always taken care of Maruk as the "big brother," was now being lectured by Maruk, and couldn't help but feel a little shy.

He grabbed Maruk's neck, pulled him under his arm, and started ruffling his hair.

"You're quite the philosopher of life!"

"Whoa! Maruk's hair just washed..."

"..."

The two were playfully bickering, creating quite a lively scene.

Shiraki Shigeaki recalled what Maruk had just said.

"Victory or defeat has nothing to do with becoming stronger..."

He thought about it and realized that was indeed the case.

Whether strong or weak, in life there are always a few "victories" that we care about most, and sometimes there is only one.

For example, Baki Hanma, and his father, who is the "strongest on earth".

But "determining the winner" and "pursuing the strength one recognizes" are two different things.

"..."

"Mmm~~~!"

The gaunt old man, Guo Haihuang, watched these scenes with a smile, and sighed leisurely:

"Hehehe, it seems quite a few people have gained something."

"This is all thanks to you, Lie!"

Guo Haihuang smiled slyly, his oval sunglasses reflecting the light, and praised Lie Haiwang: "Your skills are still sharp, and your aura has improved quite a bit!"

"Thank you, teacher."

Retsu Kaioh smiled and thanked him, though he was slightly unhappy, but mostly helpless.

He has unparalleled confidence and love for boxing, which is why he developed such complex feelings after defeating the other "Sea Kings".

"..."

Bai Mucheng looked around, sizing up the two sea kings, Lie and Li, before finally settling on Guo Haihuang and asking with a smile, "Grandpa, how about hot pot tonight?"

Guo Haihuang's eyebrows drooped, and he chuckled, "Oh, so you even provide meals?"

……

……

After a short rest, I exercised for a while.

Dusk fell.

The setting sun outside painted the world a fiery red.

Inside the house, in the living room.

The group sat in a circle around the table.

Although martial artists are generally easygoing and don't adhere to traditional rules, they still maintain proper manners in their daily lives.

At the age of 146, Guo Haihuang naturally sat in the main seat, while the others sat at their own leisure.

Glug glug glug...

Bubbles were rising from the electric hot pot

"Hehehe, eat up."

Guo Haihuang smiled and gestured for everyone to relax.

Since it was rare to have such an elderly and distinguished guest, Bai Mucheng took out the special medicinal wine of the Douhun Martial Arts Hall—Prajna Soup—and invited Guo Haihuang to taste it.

"Come on, come on..."

Bai Mucheng poured wine for Guo Haihuang.

Guo Haihuang relaxed his brows, took a leisurely sip, and then exhaled a mouthful of hot liquid.

"Well, the alcohol content isn't particularly high. It uses a variety of herbs, combined with Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng, which helps regulate the body's Qi."

"To put it simply, it's about making people feel good!"

Guo Haihuang downed his drink in one gulp, put down his glass, and suggested that the two other "sea kings" at the table give it a try, "Li, Li, drink up!"

"..."

……

After several rounds of drinks...

Guo Haihuang said in a casual tone, "You've worked hard, Lie, it's been a lot of trouble for you to play these matches."

"what……"

Lie Haiwang knew that Guo Haihuang had deliberately asked him to pick him up at the airport, but he really didn't care. "It's no trouble at all."