Super Fighting Tokyo.

Guo Haihuang asked, "What do you think?"

Retsukai was stunned. "What...?"

Guo Haihuang laughed and asked, "What are your thoughts after the competition with those five sea kings?"

"..."

Upon hearing this, King Liehai remained silent for a moment.

He already had the answer; he was just organizing his thoughts. "To be honest, I'm quite disappointed. Aquaman's standards have dropped significantly."

Guo Haihuang summarized on his behalf, "You mean to say that those people who bear the name of 'Sea King' are nothing special, is that right...?"

Retsukai paused for a moment, then said, "Yes, just as you said."

He recalled, "I never doubted the power of the boxing, but as individuals, their skills were simply not good enough for me to accept."

"call!"

Guo Haihuang drank another cup of Prajna Soup, "In the end, the 'title' is something that only exists because there are people, and that's why there are corresponding titles."

"No, because we have a 'title,' we need a person to have it."

"Those so-called 'veterans' in the martial arts world, whose dominant hand is as beautiful as a woman's—they've gone down the wrong path!"

"If we just hold a grand boxing tournament like this, and casually have a few matches, it's just a matter of finding a 'person' for the 'title', which is really shameful."

Guo Haihuang looked at Lie Haiwang and said, "Lie, now you know why I told the martial arts world about your participation in this 'street fight'?"

King Retsu suddenly realized.

Guo Haihuang immediately nodded, "Use the 'street competition' here to let those immature people get some experience, and if they can't handle it, then we'll eliminate them."

"Where else can you find such a good deal when there are so many top fighters lining up to challenge anyone, without having to worry about face, identity, or the law?"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Guo Haihuang laughed heartily, while Lie Haiwang looked helpless.

Although my teacher's words were indeed reasonable, ultimately, there was still a hint of "exploitation" involved, which was inconvenient to say openly.

"Teacher, you are a legend in our martial arts world, and you have absolute authority."

Retsukai paused, blushing slightly, "But right now, you're—a bit despicable!"

"It's okay~!"

Guo Haihuang smiled and raised his hand, completely unconcerned about what others thought.

The old man took off his fogged-up sunglasses, gently wiped them with a handkerchief, and blinked his aged but bright eyes. "After all, there will always be people who want to keep fighting, no matter what."

For example: "You and me, oh my god! Hahaha..."

"..."

Upon hearing these words, Lie Haiwang sighed softly, a hint of relief appearing in his eyes.

"Teacher, I am ashamed of my naivety."

He raised his eyebrows slightly. "But when I heard that I was the kind of person who 'wanted to keep playing'—I actually felt very lucky."

Guo Haihuang had already anticipated this.

Then, the old man looked at Bai Mucheng and said, "Thank you for providing the venue, young man!"

Bai Mucheng smiled and nodded.

Guo Haihuang added, "This venue is excellent. It's clear that a lot of care was put into both its design and its use."

Bai Mucheng's smile widened, his lips parted in a wide grin, and he could no longer suppress it.

Presumably, if someone were to praise the "Divine Heart Society" in this way, that "Martial God" Yu Di Du Bu would also be laughing just as happily, right?

Hearing others praise a part of you brings a pure joy.

Chapter 379 The As Expected Battle

Everyone enjoyed the meal immensely.

After the meal.

Guo Haihuang, who was originally sitting cross-legged on the ground, jumped up lightly with a little effort and stood steadily on the floor.

Although he was 146 years old and his skin was wrinkled all over, he stood straight, making his short stature appear quite tall.

Dressed in a loose-fitting cloth outfit, wearing oval sunglasses, and with his hands in his pockets, he looked every bit the cool little old man.

"Hehehe, I just finished eating, it's more comfortable to take a walk."

Upon hearing this, Maruk raised his hand and asked, "Grandpa, you can stand up and you're incredibly strong, so why do you need a wheelchair?"

Guo Haihuang: "..."

Guo Haihuang: "For comfort."

Maruk was puzzled but impressed, his eyes constantly glancing to the side—at the wheelchair parked in the corner, curious about just how comfortable it was.

Guo Haihuang: "..."

Guo Haihuang: "Why don't you give it a try?"

Maruk raised his fists high in celebration, shouting, "Yay!"

He was very careful when he sat down, afraid of damaging the wheelchair, and then turned the two wheels at his side and began to move through the corridor.

Rolling around, rolling around...

Everyone's eyes followed Maruk, as they turned their necks from left to right and then from right to left.

……

……

Maruk was having a great time, and everyone else was also keeping busy.

You Sha went back to her room to do her homework, while Wu Fengshui went to his workshop to maintain the firearms.

Guo Haihuang wanted to take a stroll, so Bai Mucheng took him to visit the Douhun Martial Arts Hall, while Lie Haiwang accompanied the two of them.

Unbeknownst to many, a number of decorations have been added to various parts of the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall.

From the autographed photo of [Martial God] Yudi Dudu to the autographed boxing gloves of [Battle God] Gaolang;

The iron plate with the fist imprint left by Wakatsuki Samurai, Tokugawa Mitsunari's folding fan, the coconut shell bitten by Hanma Jack, the speedball signed by Ali, the VIP invitation ticket for professional wrestling...

Of course, there's also the "Summer Festival Commemorative Photo" that many people took together back in Kure no Sato.

"..."

Shiraki Seiko carefully introduced these items, remembering the origin of each one clearly, showing that he was very dedicated to them.

Guo Haihuang walked slowly, and exclaimed, "Hmm, very impressive!"

"but……"

Bai Mucheng changed the subject and took out a metal key card from his pocket.

He thought of what Kuroki Gensai had said and the questions he had asked when he visited a few days earlier.

“A very strong older man came over and asked me what kind of fighter I wanted to become. He also asked if I wanted to focus on developing a martial arts school or pursue strength.”

"They suddenly came over, worried about me, asking me all these random questions. It's so frustrating and confusing, it's driving me crazy..."

"..."

These words clearly indicate that a young man is feeling lost and is confiding in the elder Guo Haihuang, hoping to get some advice.

However, neither Guo Haihuang nor Lie Haiwang could detect the slightest hint of "confusion".

Lie Haiwang even felt that those words were like questions asked to a "third party" to Bai Mucheng, and had nothing to do with him!

"Xiao Cheng..."

Guo Haihuang raised his eyebrows, the wrinkles on his skin outlining the texture of his face.

"I should have comforted you after you said those things, but why—why do you have such a happy expression on your face?"

"..."

As he spoke, Lie Haiwang also noticed that Bai Mucheng's mouth was wide open at this moment. His expression was not exaggerated, but it carried a kind of fanatical satisfaction.

"Oh! Why do you want to know?"

Bai Mucheng put his hands on his hips and couldn't help but sigh, "I always feel that these things make me very happy, and even the act of worrying about these things makes me happy."

"Even though it's a very troublesome thing, I can't stop thinking about it. I always have to consider this and that..."

"But just like fighting, there are so many things to face, which makes me feel a sense of reality, as if I can truly experience it all."

The group strolled over to the equipment room.

Shiraki Cheng squatted down and put the barbell plates back in their place.

He suddenly realized, "If I listen to other people's advice and take a clearer, easier path, the final result I get is nothing special in my opinion."

"Maybe, deep down I'm just an oddball like that."

"..."

Having said all that, Guo Haihuang naturally had no further need to say anything more.

The three of them walked slowly to the striking training area and saw six or seven heavy sandbags scattered on the ground by the wall.

Those were all the ones that Bai Mucheng had knocked out one by one during his practice that morning, and they hadn't had time to return to their positions yet.

The marks on it naturally attracted the attention of Guo Haihuang and Lie Haiwang, two experts.

"Wow, this is..."

Guo Haihuang pouted, bent down, and gently stroked the sandbag on the ground with his withered and shriveled palm, noticing two kinds of marks.

Firstly, there was the brutal and violent beating, as if every punch was filled with murderous intent, even at the cost of self-destruction.