Super Fighting Tokyo.

Guo Haihuang's question reminded everyone of the last scene.

The destructive, steel-like punch that Hanma Yujiro swung stopped before Guo Haihuang's aged and withered face.

That fist, which would have been fatal if it had hit, stopped!

"Do you understand?"

Guo Haihuang took a deep breath and smiled, "Martial arts have won!"

Seeing that no one responded, Guo Haihuang changed his tone and shouted sternly, "Are you doubting me?!"

"...No, that..."

Everyone was speechless.

Guo Haihuang slowly raised his withered fist, "For over a hundred years, I have never slacked off in honing my self-defense techniques."

"With daily exercise, my body has gradually begun to change,"

"The steel-like muscles are gone, replaced by a martial arts physique that is gradually approaching perfection!"

"—It's finished."

Guo Haihuang's expression darkened. "There is no better way to protect yourself than death!!"

Such shocking remarks left everyone present wide-eyed, seemingly lost in thought yet utterly astonished.

Guo Haihuang continued with examples, saying, "In all competitions in this world—from games and sports to even physical fights—once the opponent dies, there is no winner or loser!"

"I died, so I wasn't defeated!!"

"..."

Upon hearing these words, Muhammad Ali, the "God of Boxing," couldn't help but exclaim softly, "So crafty!"

Arisa helped translate, "Too cunning, isn't it~~~?"

"Yes."

Guo Haihuang nodded repeatedly, “Martial arts and skills—they are inherently cunning things.”

"Insects and small animals will use mimicry techniques to fake their death when they realize they can't win against their opponents."

"It doesn't matter if I'm considered 'cunning'."

"In terms of the outcome, they survived!"

Judging from the background, it appears that Guo Haihuang has stood up and is leisurely walking down a corridor.

"Everyone, can you hear my footsteps?"

click, click, click...

Guo Haihuang walked slowly.

"Calling Yujiro Hanma a 'strongman' is a gross underestimation of him; he is undoubtedly a 'monster'!"

“But I fought that monster, and I can still stand before you, and I can still walk on two feet.”

"—That's the truth!"

"..."

Indeed, as Guo Haihuang said, this is an indisputable fact.

Everyone present knew perfectly well just how difficult it was to fight Yujiro Hanma and stand unharmed!

Shock, astonishment, contemplation, shock...

A mix of emotions welled up in everyone's hearts, plunging them into silence once again.

At this moment, Guo Haihuang suddenly blinked and looked at a corner of the screen.

He asked in confusion, "Lie, what happened to your friend—that Bai Mu?"

"……Um?"

Everyone then turned around to look.

There, Bai Mucheng lay on his back, his clothes soaked through, and sweat covered the floor around him, like puddles after a downpour.

The previous body heat had not yet dissipated, and it seemed as if wisps of white smoke were floating from the skin.

"Huh...huh..."

Bai Mucheng was panting heavily, completely exhausted and unable to move.

But he could hear it clearly; his heart was pounding, and every part of his body was filled with enjoyment and pleasure.

Witnessing such a pure contest of "will" was like pushing one's physical limits during daily training for Shiraki Cheng.

That was so much fun!

He was so excited that he exerted too much force, and at this point he was in a daze and couldn't move even a finger.

"..."

Beside him, Wu Fengshui squatted down and began to examine Bai Mucheng.

The girl blinked her black eyes with white pupils, equally unable to understand, so she curiously stretched out a finger and poked Bai Mucheng's face.

"Hmm~!"

It's quite soft.

Wu Fengshui continued poking and prodding, then turned back to explain, "He's exhausted."

Everyone: "..."

Everyone: "...?"

Chapter 385 The Century-Old Promise

Previously, Baki Hanma neutralized the Yin-Yang Poison Hand within his body and drank fourteen kilograms of sugar water, allowing his body, which was on the verge of collapse, to undergo a super recovery.

Just now, Guo Haihuang, a master of martial arts, used the ultimate defensive technique to stop Hanma Yujiro's punch with "death".

All of these things demonstrate the wonder of the human body.

Therefore, it's not surprising that Shiraki gets so exhausted watching the games that it's completely understandable.

……I guess so!

……

……

Yu Sha kicked over a rag and casually wiped the floor.

The group sat down again, gathered around the lying Bai Mucheng, and continued their video calls with Guo Haihuang using their phones.

Seeing that the background behind Guo Haihuang's head was changing, as if he was constantly moving, Lie Haiwang couldn't help but ask curiously, "Teacher, where are you going?"

"Of course I'm going to see him!"

Guo Haihuang smiled leisurely.

Soon, he walked out of the bright passage and into a relatively dark but more open place.

Faintly visible are spiderweb-like cracks on the walls and floor.

"...Is it the Grand Arena?"

Retsukai-oh realized what was happening.

At this moment, the once bustling arena was deserted, the audience had long since dispersed, the afternoon's clamor was gone, and only a few lights were on, casting a dim, eerie glow.

Only the fist marks and shadows on the wall, and another fist mark on the ground, along with the cracks in various places, record that epic battle.

"..."

At this moment, Guo Haihuang—one of the protagonists of that epic battle—strolled leisurely, revisiting the place in a quiet moment.

Before his arrival, the other protagonist, Yujiro Hanma, had already walked to the center of the ring.

Everyone could see it very clearly from the phone's camera.

Yujiro changed into a floral shirt, still wearing loose black trousers and cloth shoes.

He remained silent, looking around at the traces of the battle left on the arena, his gaze deep and his expression thoughtful.

Interestingly, Yujiro was holding a chilled glass bottle of Coca-Cola in his hand. It was still unopened, and there were cold water droplets on the bottle.

Although it's a bit rude, viewers can't help but think—

Yujiro can even drink cola!

"..."

Upon noticing Guo Haihuang's arrival, Yujiro casually hummed.

He lifted the glass bottle in his hand, hooked his middle finger with his thumb, aimed at the top of the bottle, and flicked it on the forehead.

Splat!

With a single blow, the neck of the glass bottle was sent flying, the cut clean and crisp, no less impressive than the unparalleled "hand-knife bottle cut" of the [Martial God] Yudi!

Glug, glug, glug...

Yujiro tilted his head back, opened his mouth, and gulped down the cola in the bottle. "As expected of the 'Sea Emperor,' you old geezer!"

This tone, which mixes praise and criticism, is indeed typical of Yujiro Hanma's style.

"Hehe..."

Guo Haihuang couldn't help but laugh, and put his phone in his chest pocket, showing the top of the screen and the camera to Yujiro.

The reason he made the video call was to have his disciples and friends bear witness.

"What a fantastic match."

Guo Haihuang walked slowly toward Yujiro with his hands behind his back.