Super Fighting Tokyo.

It's absolutely breathtaking; you simply can't experience this anywhere else!

Reflections on "What is power"...

I want to become stronger.

Everyone present was willing to believe—

Even in an era where cars can drive themselves and rockets can fly to Mars, there will still be some people who pursue strength solely through their bodies and fists!

"..."

Swish!

Shiraki raised his right fist and gestured to the audience.

Even though it was pitch black and he couldn't see anything, he still knew exactly where he was and enjoyed it to the fullest.

"We won!!"

……

……

at the same time.

Friends and family in the stands have arrived at the edge of the fenced field.

Wu Fengshui, leaning against the railing, waved vigorously towards Bai Mucheng inside the arena, "Bai Mucheng! Over here!!"

"..."

Bai Mucheng tilted his head to the side, his eyes remaining still, listening intently to the girl's voice.

Katahara Metsudou laughed, "Ho ho! That was a beautiful fight!"

Beside him, Gana looked at Shiramu Cheng's neck, staring at the two bloody wounds on the left and right sides. "The nerves have been severed. Shiramu Cheng's eyes... are they really alright?"

"……It's fine!"

Tokugawa Mitsunari squinted and smiled, "The surgeons in the underground arena are world-class, not to mention there's Momiji here too!"

Upon hearing this, Gao Hongye smiled but remained noncommittal.

……

……

Inside the medical room.

The resident doctor is an old man with messy white hair, eccentric and neurotic, but his skills are top-notch.

He has healed countless times the battles in many underground arenas, including those involving Baki Hanma.

But tonight, he willingly took on the role of assistant, simply because "Gao Hongye" was here.

"..."

Covered in wounds, Bai Mucheng was helped to sit in a chair.

Opposite them was Hao Hongye, dressed in casual clothes.

He raised his hands, gently twisting Bai Mucheng's neck as he apologized to the old doctor beside him, and smiled:

"It is very impolite of me to ask to use your consultation room while I am dressed in casual clothes."

"Haha, what do you mean? No doctor would refuse you!"

The white-haired old man waved his hands repeatedly, "Dr. Gao, you once performed heart massage for the deceased Doppo here before, and I still remember that scene vividly!"

Hao Hongye sighed, "Hehe, it's all in the past."

In the corner, Doppo from the Foolish Land nodded, “That’s right, that’s right, it’s all in the past.”

"..."

Everyone had a great time chatting.

Bai Mucheng looked troubled and asked, "Brother Hongye, how are my eyes? Are they alright?"

Hao Hongye teased, "What? I thought you didn't care!"

Bai Mucheng winced in pain, "No, how could this be..."

"It's alright, it's alright."

Hao Hongye examined the wound and suggested, "It's just a severed nerve, why don't we just glue it back together?"

Shiramu Cheng: "..."

He was utterly helpless and wanted to complain, but his attention was drawn to something else, and his neck muscles relaxed a bit.

Seize this opportunity, the next second—

Swish!

Suddenly, Hao Hongye reached out with both hands and inserted her index fingers and thumbs into Bai Mucheng's neck wounds, and began to gently manipulate them.

The onlookers couldn't help but sigh in amazement.

"This...this is surgery? Performed barehanded!?"

"Oh! Back in the underground tournament at the Dome, Ang Sheng severed Hong Ye's optic nerve. He even performed the surgery right there on the field!"

"Wow~ Wow wow! This is the first time I've ever seen anything like this..."

"He truly deserves to be called a renowned doctor."

"..."

This is something only someone with complete familiarity with the human body, known as "Hao Hongye," could do—a miraculous medical technique performed on the vital area of ​​the neck!

Even with the red maple leaf, a completely painless surgery is not possible.

Bai Mucheng was stabbed in the neck with fingers, and immediately grimaced in pain as a few drops of blood flowed from the wound.

A few seconds later, before Shiraki's neck muscles tightened again, Kouha finished the surgery.

He picked up the prepared gauze and wrapped it around Bai Mucheng's eyes.

"That's good. The rest is up to you, doctor."

Hao Hongye stood up and gave her seat to the white-haired old man so that he could treat Bai Mucheng's various external injuries, while she went to the side to wash her hands.

"Martial artists often have stronger self-healing abilities than ordinary people, and they will not have any aftereffects."

Hao Hongye looked at Wu Fengshui and mentioned the doctor's advice, "Although your vision has been restored, it's best to remove the bandages in three days."

"Afterwards, you need to close your eyes for a while and wear sunglasses to avoid strong light stimulation. It will take about a week to fully recover."

Wu Fengshui carefully wrote it down and nodded his thanks.

……

……

The doctor finished the treatment quickly.

After cleaning up all parts of the body, only a few wounds required stitches. The rest just need to be bandaged and rested, and there is nothing seriously wrong.

"..."

Wu Fengshui stood beside Bai Mucheng, somewhat cautiously.

As a sniper, she was particularly concerned about visibility, so even though she knew everything was alright, she couldn't help but feel a little worried.

Seeing this, Hao Hongye patted Bai Mucheng on the back.

Snapped!

A crisp sound echoed in the medical room.

Seeing that his vision was completely black, Shiramu Cheng was so frightened that he screamed "Waaah!" which made everyone laugh.

"See? No problem, your white wood is very sturdy!"

Hao Hongye wrote down the detailed medical instructions and handed them to the girl, and Wu Fengshui finally felt relieved.

"..."

Suddenly, from the other side of the hospital bed, hidden by the curtain, came a complaining voice, "You're all making too much noise, you've woken up the injured!"

Hearing that familiar voice, Bai Mucheng smiled helplessly and said, "Brother Hao, you're in this ward too?"

The one speaking was Hao Angsheng.

He was brought in first, with multiple fractures in his body, and could only rest in bed until he was admitted to the hospital later.

Just as I was dozing off, I was woken up by the noisy crowd.

Upon hearing Bai Mucheng's words, Hao Angsheng laughed and said, "Of course I'll stay here, after all, I need my older brother's help with the treatment!"

Hao Hongye smiled and boasted, "The genius of 'medical skills' supports the genius of 'martial arts'—it's quite a story."

"..."

Bai Mucheng shook his head slightly.

He could clearly feel that his eyes were wrapped with several layers of gauze bandages, probably white, which he thought must make him look somewhat handsome.

Holding Wu Fengshui's hand, Bai Mucheng slowly stood up, still feeling pain all over his body.

Bai Mucheng turned towards the direction of Gao Angsheng's voice and suddenly exclaimed, "Brother Gao, your rope-cutting skill is truly terrifying!"

Hao Angsheng: "...?"

He was visibly stunned, then laughed and scolded, "Is that even a question??"

Chapter 415 The Hidden Terrifying Truth

After the game.

After witnessing the bloody death match, the arena spectators took more than a dozen elevators on the sixth basement level to the ordinary second basement level.