Martial artists can never be ultimately insulted.

Is it because of martial arts? It truly is a word that makes the weak brave and the brave fearless…

While pondering, Nogi Hideki said, "Let's go take a look... Maybe Yuan Chen will become our next competitor."

Hearing Nogi Hideki's words, Yamashita Kazuo, who was standing to the side, still felt doubtful, but intimidated by Nogi Hideki's status as the president of the Nogi Group, he finally nodded and followed Tokita Ohma and the others to the battlefield.

As news spread that Yuan Chen was about to engage in a boxing match with Guan Linchun, the audience, who had been preparing to leave and wait until the afternoon match time to watch the game, fell into a brief silence.

After a brief silence, things suddenly erupted into chaos.

In fact, not only others, but even Iori Kazuka, who was chugging an energy drink, choked and coughed several times.

"I remember you said it would drag on until the afternoon, right? What do you mean it's about to start? Only half an hour has passed at most, right?!" Iori Kazuka said incredulously, "Damn it, Kengan is so shady!"

Although they didn't speak, Tenma Nozomi and Hanaya Mina, who had only recently met Yuan Chen and were watching the Kengan Association match for the first time, also showed expressions of approval.

Combat is very energy-consuming.

Even ordinary people will have their energy rapidly depleted within minutes during a battle, causing their muscles to become overloaded and exhausted. They need a period of rest to allow their muscles to cool down before they can continue to exert force and fight.

When it comes to battles between martial artists like Yuan Chen, the pressure that Qi exerts on the muscles and the speed of recovery far exceed that of ordinary people. Often, a single punch or kick consumes the energy of an ordinary person's meal, or even a whole day.

Although half an hour is enough to recover most of one's strength... it's only most of it, and it only allows one to basically recover a portion of their combat power.

"And his opponent is Jun Sekibayashi!" Even Nozomi Tenma, who has a deep understanding of world-class fighting, couldn't help but remark.

"I was already surprised to see a wrestler at the top of professional wrestling appear in an underground fighting arena like Kengan... Going to fight him without properly recovering, even if it's against the boss, don't be so obvious!"

On the side, Mina Hanaya didn't say anything, but she nodded repeatedly, clearly agreeing with Nozomi Tenma's assessment.

"Ha, they really are newbies." Hearing the words of the three mediocre people, Han Zhuli couldn't help but laugh.

Tenma and Hanaya Mina weren't familiar with Han Zhuli yet, only knowing that she was close to the big boss Yuan Chen, so they didn't know how to respond. Meanwhile, Iori Kazuka, who had long been friends with Han Zhuli, said with a displeased expression:

"Hey, you scoundrel, what news do you have? Speak up! Stop hiding things here!"

Hearing Iori Ichika's words, Han Zhuli was not angry. After all, before meeting Yuan Chen, Iori Ichika had helped Han Zhuli deal with many troublesome matters. It was also thanks to Iori Ichika that Han Zhuli was able to have a safe place to rest in the old city.

"This kind of thing was most likely Yuan Chen's own request," Han Zhuli said nonchalantly, propping her chin up with one hand.

"That's just his personality. Aside from fighting and cultivating, he only talks about Zhuo Ai. His daily life is very monotonous. The reason he's like this now is probably because he's met a worthy opponent, so he's a bit impatient."

Upon hearing this, Tianma Nozomi and the others nodded thoughtfully.

But then, as if realizing something, he looked at Han Zhuli with a look of horror and said, "Wait, it seems like something strange has gotten mixed in."

"Really? There's nothing strange about it, it's just normal. I don't feel there's anything wrong with living with him now." Han Zhuli shrugged.

She genuinely didn't care—as a born demon, Han Zhuli had experienced a period of innocence and beauty under her parents' guidance when she was young. However, her sadistic tendencies also stemmed from her innate malice.

At least in Han Zhuli's opinion, indulging in a period of unbridled, hysterical relaxation after each day's workout is indeed a good way to rest.

Wu Jialouluo nodded in agreement, seemingly unconcerned. Wu Fengshui felt somewhat embarrassed, but with Wu Jialouluo blocking the view, it went unnoticed. Chunli, on the other hand, couldn't help but slightly turn her head, her eyes revealing a deep sense of helplessness.

While everyone was still talking, a group of people walked over from the side.

Looking around, they saw none other than Tokita Ohma and Nogi Hideki, among others.

Upon seeing the group, Chunli asked curiously, "What brings you all here?"

Having just finished their battle with Yuan Chen, they could still recognize Tokita Ohma.

What surprised them was that, despite having almost been killed by Yuan Chen before, Tokita Ohma now seemed to have recovered more than halfway?

So it really is because of life therapy?

Having witnessed the miraculous power of life-saving healing countless times, Chun-Li, Wu Jialouluo, and the others all knew very well that, given Wang Ma's injuries, the only person on the scene most likely to provide a rapid cure was Yuan Chen.

Upon hearing Chun-Li's question, Yamashita Kazuo scratched his head sheepishly and said:

"Um, it was Yuan Chen-san who helped treat Wang Ma-kun, and we wanted to express our gratitude, but Yuan Chen-san has already gone up to compete, so we're going to wait here until the competition is over before expressing our thanks in person!"

"I see. Please make yourself at home." Chunli nodded upon hearing this. Since she didn't know Wang Ma and the others, she didn't ask any further questions and planned to wait for Yuan Chen to return before taking any action.

While everyone was still chatting idly, Katahara Sayaka, dressed in a fiery red dress, once again arrived at the center of the arena, her eyes filled with a burning passion.

"Although it may seem puzzling and confusing, after multiple verifications, it is indeed a request personally made by the fighter 'Da Hao Yuan Chen'! Let us take our positions and welcome the two contestants who are about to enter the arena!"

Volume 1: Chapter 145 - The Wrestler from the Demon Realm!

"First of all, our old friend! We just finished a fierce battle and defeated Ashura Tokita Ohma without shedding a drop of blood!"

After an intense battle, he rested for less than half an hour, even healing his opponent, all to let them witness his overwhelming violence! His character and strength were both utterly annihilated by his absolute domineering will! He is 1.98 meters tall and weighs 140 kilograms! A member of Sakura-sou Charcoal Grilled Meat, the Great Consumer Yuan Chen!

Amidst the cheers of the people, Yuan Chen calmly stepped onto the battlefield.

Meanwhile, Tokita Ohma, standing to the side, said somewhat displeasedly, "What do you mean by 'no bloodshed'? Do I look like a nobody?"

"Haha..." Han Zhuli and the others just shrugged, while Yamashita Kazuo scratched his head with an embarrassed look on his face.

To be fair, due to his amnesia, Tokita Ohma did indeed appear to be a particularly weakling in previous battles.

Although there are many reasons for this, such as memory loss, damage to martial arts will, sealed techniques, and a severe decrease in physical precision after activating the pre-borrowing technique, the fact that Tokita Ohma was still KO'd by Gen Chen with a single punch even after activating the life-burning pre-borrowing technique cannot be denied.

Tokita Ohma was aware of this, so he only made a slightly annoyed comment and didn't take it to heart.

She simply stared intently at Yuan Chen as he entered, her eyes filled with longing and bitter regret.

He was defeated without bloodshed, then revived by his opponent, yet he hadn't even shown the most basic courtesy of a martial artist—a proper fight...

If I had known it would turn out like this, damn it... I should have opened an advance payment account from the beginning...

Looking at Chun-Li from afar, Ohma and his group, feeling Tokita Ohma's gaze, Wu Lei-an narrowed his eyes as if he had noticed something.

"...What's wrong?" Wu Hori asked from the side.

"...It's nothing." Wu Lei'an said with a slightly annoyed purse, "Just a nobody who can't figure out his own place."

Wu Hori: "?"

Ignoring the opinions of others, Katahara Sayaka, dressed in a fiery red dress, roared with infectious, passionate voice, "Next! It's Yuan Chen's opponent—"

"A true warrior! A wrestler who endures everything! No matter how many times he's knocked down, he rises again, rising from the hell called training with superhuman willpower! Destroy everything, endure everything! From the super-large fighting group, Super Japan Pro! Affiliated with the Gangshiro Group, 1.96 meters tall, weighing 141 kilograms! Kengan record: 57 wins, 57 losses! The undefeated 'Prison Angel,' Jun Sekibayashi!!!"

As Katahara Sheko's voice fell, several flames shot into the sky. Then, a path parted in the crowd in the direction of Guan Linjun, and a burly figure rushed out at high speed along the path cleared by the crowd. At the last moment, he flipped and leaped onto the stage, and after standing firmly on the stage, he let out a roar.

"Aaaaaaah!!!"

"Guan Linchun!! Guan Linchun!!"

Upon witnessing this scene, some viewers who were particularly interested in the management team also let out excited and expectant shouts.

As a professional wrestler, Jun Sekibayashi did not disappoint his fans. He immediately raised his hand and waved repeatedly. Then he went up to Katahara Sayaka and extended his hand. After confirming that Sekibayashi wanted the microphone, Katahara Sayaka blinked curiously and then handed the microphone to Sekibayashi.

However, Guan Linchun did not speak immediately after taking the microphone.

Those rough, large hands gripped the microphone, which was practically miniature in comparison, then he looked up at Yuan Chen, his rugged face filled with an aggressive smile.

"Yuan! Chen!" Guan Linchun's voice echoed throughout the underground parking garage through the microphone. He then pointed at Yuan Chen's face without any courtesy and questioned, "Many people are curious, many people are wondering! You just finished fighting with Tokita Ohma and only rested for thirty minutes, but now you are maliciously challenging me!"

Thirty minutes! Not even enough time for a single warm-up squat! Do you think you don't need rest to beat me, or do you think I'm not good enough for you to step into the ring in your best condition?! Answer me!!

After saying that, Guan Linchun tossed the microphone in his hand to Yuan Chen.

Upon hearing Guan Linchun's loud question, the audience fell silent for a moment, seemingly still in shock. Then, everyone's gaze followed the microphone that Guan Linchun had thrown out and turned to Yuan Chen.

Facing the gaze of the crowd, and sensing the burning excitement in Guan Linchun's eyes, as if he were saying "It's your turn!", Yuan Chen nodded thoughtfully, as if he had noticed something.

This is... professional wrestling.

No matter what setbacks you suffer, no matter how serious the injuries you sustain, you must rise again and keep the ring suspenseful until the end of the round, making every spectator feel that their trip was worthwhile and that they are thoroughly entertained...

Thinking about it, Yuan Chen smiled and looked at Guan Linchun, saying, "There are many reasons. But the main reason... is still because professional wrestling is just a 'performance'."

Although Yuan Chen's voice was calm at first, he later scratched his head and showed a slightly helpless expression, as if he felt a little embarrassed.

However, when considered in context, the intense sarcasm is almost undisguised and directly presented to everyone.

Feeling the mockery and ridicule, the spectators at the scene also made slightly surprised noises. Even Tokita Ohma, Chun-Li, Han Joo-ri and others next to him were not able to come back to their senses at first.

Yuan Chen, however, did not care. He simply held the microphone and, while Guan Linchun appeared suppressed and angry, his eyes were actually becoming more and more excited and shining, as if he had met an old friend in a foreign land, Yuan Chen began to circle around the venue with the microphone.

As they walked, Yuan Chen said nonchalantly, "You're more like actors than warriors, aren't you?"

"A pre-arranged script, a predetermined outcome, specially rehearsed lines, even the act of throwing the opponent to the ground isn't to hurt them, but rather—a performance of falling!"

"Your anger in the ring isn't real anger, it's just—acting out your anger. If that's the case, you're just a bunch of actors, right? To be honest, I'm getting annoyed, so I'm going to end this farce quickly!"

"So... half an hour is long enough! That should be enough time for you to mentally prepare for failure, Mr. Actor?!"

As Yuan Chen's voice fell, the crowd erupted in uproar, some even finding it hard to believe their ears.

Even though Kengan Sports itself contains a lot of violence and profanity, it is unheard of to so openly humiliate an entire mainstream modern fighting style as it has now.

Yuan Chen clearly didn't care about the reactions of the people around him, and simply tossed the microphone back to Guan Linchun with a cold expression.

Guan Linchun stared blankly at Yuan Chen, seemingly and indeed completely unaware that Yuan Chen would respond in this way.

And now, looking at Yuan Chen's face, which was filled with disdain and mockery.

For a moment, his expression froze—not with anger, but with bewilderment.

Having been fighting in the ring since he was fifteen, Guan Linchun has seen countless bluffers and also countless veterans who are truly sincere.

But at that moment, Guan Linjun couldn't even be sure whether the person in front of him was cooperating with his acting or genuinely looked down on professional wrestling.

Especially since Yuan Chen was scratching his head as he said this, and his tone was so casual, it was as if he were just casually commenting on a dish that he didn't quite like.

This made Guan Linchun wonder if he really thought professional wrestling was just a performance.

But at that moment, as if sensing something, Guan Linchun felt an aura spreading outwards from Yuan Chen.

This is not a taste, nor is it fighting spirit or murderous intent; it is a very real feeling.

Golden flames burned within his body, originating from the techniques of the Shiranui-ryu Charm Technique. They were filled with Yuan Chen's boundless domineering spirit and fighting intent, carrying with them the unique will of Yuan Chen. They passed through the dust and sweat that filled the arena, sweeping through the entire underground parking garage like a storm.

Everyone felt it; an intense, overwhelming will that was about to engulf and utterly humiliate Guan Linchun was erupting from Yuan Chen in a way that everyone could clearly sense!

He's responding to me!

Guan Linchun's heart skipped a beat.

It wasn't anger, but some emotion that was more intense and profound than anger.

Fifty-seven matches! Fifty-seven fights! He fought fifty-seven Kengan matches in the Kengan Association!

No one—not a single person—was willing to cooperate with his 'professionalism'.

The gamblers just want to see him win, the opponents just want to beat him down, and the audience just want to see bloodshed.

Nobody cares what professional wrestling is, nobody cares what else is on that stage besides winning and losing... If you really want to talk about it, it's just about the economic impact after the wrestling competition ends.

And now... someone cares! This man named Yuan Chen cares.

Yuan Chen used the most unappealing method, a professional wrestling style, to forcefully and rudely punch the spotlight back at Guan Linchun!

Then tell him—it's your turn.

At that moment, Guan Linchun couldn't help but have tears in his eyes.

He knew he had met a truly exceptional man.

At the same time, Guan Linchun felt unprecedented regret and resentment.

Perhaps he was hating himself for actually doubting Yuan Chen's attitude?

Maybe so... there should be a little bit.

But Guan Linchun knew that it was not just that.

In that instant, Guan Linchun remembered many things.

Since joining Super Japan Wrestling at the age of 15, his daily training has included more than 10,000 squats and high-intensity beatings that would make anyone dizzy. This hellish training has given him the superhuman strength to lift 300 kilograms with one hand with just his muscle strength, even without any sudden attacks, and a near-immortal ability to withstand blows.

It's all for today!

It's all for today!

Thinking it over, Guan Linchun didn't even care whether Yuan Chen could understand. Instead, he lowered his head, his rough hands covering his rugged face, and said with difficulty, as if he were enduring and suppressing something:

"This is all your fault, I'm... about to lose control."

"?"

Hearing these words, which sounded like something out of a teenage angst, everyone present was confused, but some professional wrestling enthusiasts noticed something.

"Could it be!" Yamashita Shizuo swallowed hard and exclaimed, "Could it be?!"