Super Fighting Tokyo.

"what……"

Sapain kept his head down and couldn't see anything, but under everyone's guidance, he was certain that Shiramu Cheng was within his arm's reach.

I feel very happy overall.

It's not for everyone's sake, but because I want to protect everyone—thinking like that gives me strength!

"...Aaaaaaah!"

He roared with all his might, punched Bai Mucheng, and then felt dizzy and fell backward, his vision going completely black.

"—!!"

Sheath Incense gritted her teeth and lowered her raised right hand.

"The outcome is decided—!!"

Please take one day off.

As usual, I need to organize the outline around the middle of the month (and use the leave request form while I'm at it).

Organizing an outline is so tiring...

I haven't been getting enough sleep lately.

The book's performance far exceeded my expectations, and I had a lot of fun writing it. I will continue to work hard to write better books. Yay!

Furthermore, I still feel that Yabazi is messing things up. I need to think about the appearance and handling of "Shen Wulong" more...

Normal update tomorrow!

Chapter 394 The Fight Continues

Bai Mucheng pushed off the ground and straightened his back, then thrust his left fist upwards.

[Jamie O's uppercut]!

boom!

He punched Sapain in the jaw, sending him flying and spinning until he finally collapsed to the ground with a thud, unconscious.

"The outcome is decided—!!"

Katahara Sayaka lowered her right hand and said in a deep voice, "The hot-blooded man from Myanmar, stop your roar here!"

"In the Kengan Street Championship, [Roaring Spirit] Sappan of the Armored Tomb has been defeated."

"For him, this is probably the first time he has lost by knockout in his fighting career."

"The victor—Shiraki Cheng!!"

"..."

The audience immediately cheered and applauded, celebrating the two who had fought so hard.

"That was a beautiful play!"

"As expected, this is the real Sapain! Good luck in the next fight!"

"Shiraki! We must keep winning!"

"..."

Bai Mucheng clenched his right fist, raised his right arm high, and gestured to the audience.

Then he tried touching his nose.

"Hiss...? Cough cough, snap—!"

I felt a sour and bloated sensation, and my eyes watered from the choking sensation. I didn't even want to touch it.

During a fierce battle, he could certainly hold his breath and straighten his nose that was blocking his breathing, but after the battle was over, it was a different story.

"I really shouldn't move, it hurts like hell. Let's wait for the doctor to come and help..."

Shiramu Cheng put his hands on his hips and looked at Sapain who had fallen to the ground.

At this moment, Sapain's pupils were still unfocused, he had only a little consciousness left, his face was covered in blood, and his eyes were trembling due to the pain in his body.

"Although we have both suffered many, many wounds, pain will still hurt, and neither of us will change. This is also part of the battle."

"My body is very strong; I can overcome pain and endure suffering, but I will never deny those things..."

Bai Mucheng grinned, raising an eyebrow, and laughed, not knowing if Sapain could hear him:

"We just can get addicted to this kind of thing!"

……

……

The sideline doctor came onto the field and lifted Sapain onto a stretcher.

Shiraki Cheng walked off the stage slowly, his steps firm, clearly having recovered, though bloodstains still remained on his face.

"Oh~!"

He raised his eyebrows and greeted his relatives and friends on the sidelines.

—Wu Fengshui, Gaolang, and Lie Haiwang.

"..."

Gaolang looked at Bai Mucheng with dead fish eyes, a hint of helplessness in his expression. "You seemed to be having a lot of fun, and your performance was quite impressive."

"Haha, that's really interesting~~~~"

Shiraki grimaced, but then changed the subject, "But it wasn't exciting at all! My nose was about to be smashed by a headbutt..."

He wiped the blood from his mouth, turned to look at Wu Fengshui, and asked, "Is my nose alright? Is it disfigured? Does it still look good?"

"..."

Wu Fengshui blinked his black eyes with white pupils.

She didn't answer, but suddenly turned her lips back, giving a disgusted look.

Bai Mucheng panicked a little, "What exactly happened?"

Wu Fengshui lowered his head and began to grin; then he raised his head with a contemptuous expression; finally, he pouted and squinted his eyes in a grin.

The girl's expressions changed several times, making Bai Mucheng increasingly uncertain.

She turned and left.

Bai Mucheng followed with a wry smile, his eyebrows drooping, and asked repeatedly, "What happened~?"

Wu Fengshui grinned, clearly in a good mood, retaliating for the strange expressions Bai Mucheng had made on him before the competition.

"..."

The two left together and headed to the makeshift medical room on the sidelines.

Looking at Shiramu Cheng's retreating figure, Retsu Haiwang couldn't help but sigh at Gaolang.

"Shiraki has become even stronger."

"That's no longer about 'quickly deciding the winner,' but about pursuing a higher level of combat."

Retsu Kaioh recalled the battle just now, "There is a fundamental difference between wanting to become stronger and being eager to settle a battle."

Gaolang crossed his arms and nodded. "That hot-blooded idiot who fell on the field was the same."

Retsukai smiled and said, "Of course, there's you and me too."

……

……

The gymnasium's equipment room was turned into a temporary medical room.

Sapain was carried here on a stretcher, and Bai Mucheng and Wu Fengshui came over afterward to provide temporary treatment.

The doctors were all brought by Katahara Metsudo; they were highly skilled in surgery and were fully equipped with various medical instruments, so the treatment was completed quickly.

"call!"

After his nose was cleaned and bandaged, Bai Mucheng was able to breathe much more easily and was in a much better mood.

"..."

On the other side, Sapain lay on his back on a makeshift folding bed, the bloodstains on his face cleaned up, and his body wrapped in bandages in several places. He was still unconscious.

Gaolang and Retsu Neptune also came over, chatting occasionally while patiently waiting.

I rested for a few minutes.

"Well……"

Sapain slowly opened his eyes, and his vision gradually cleared. The first thing he saw was the "God of War," Gaolang.

"Are you awake?"

Gaolang looked indifferent, but he was the first to notice that Sapain had woken up.

Sapain slowly got up, sat on the folding bed, his face was sullen, and his head drooped limply.

Gaolang then lectured, "Your mindset was terrible from the start. You got punched hard and thrown around, which wasted a lot of your energy."

"In addition, you used your final 'header' too hastily. You were not in good condition, and it is difficult to win a decisive blow against a master. You did not consider this point."

As he spoke, Gaolang shook his head.

"If you have the will, then treat today's defeat as a lesson for the future; you will definitely learn a lot from it."

"Fine, just listen to it, I have no intention of telling you too much..."