Martial artists can never be ultimately insulted.

"What could you possibly say?!" Han Zhuli looked at Yamashita Kazuo with a face full of disgust.

Meanwhile, Yamashita Kazuo stared at the arena with an excited expression, so excited that he couldn't speak for a moment.

Nogi Hideki also sensed something and subconsciously looked at the boss of the Steel Belt Group, represented by Sekibayashi Jun.

What came into view was a bald, burly man named Kano Gen gazing at the arena with a look of both emotion and anticipation—just as a company president would personally select fighters, fighters would also choose their bosses.

Looking at Guan Linchun, Yuan Chen merely sneered, "What? Did you wet your pants in fear?"

In response, Guan Linchun simply placed the microphone on the ground and then turned and left, ignoring the advice of those around him.

"Huh?! Wait a minute! Guan Linchun! What are you doing?!"

Seeing Jun Sekibayashi leave on his own, Katahara Sayaka instinctively stopped him—this wasn't a professional wrestling event, and leaving without permission at the Kengan Association would be considered an admission of defeat and surrender.

But Jun Guanlin didn't pay attention to Katahara Sayaka's words. He just lowered his head and turned to leave without saying a word.

He knew that the one-in-a-million good man would not disappoint him.

Sure enough, the next moment, Yuan Chen reached out and grabbed Katahara Sayaka's wrist, signaling her to calm down with his eyes. Then, to Katahara Sayaka's astonishment, he put his arm around her shoulder and said with a disdainful expression:

"They ran away already... Oh well, I'll enjoy this victory that the 'actors' have given me~"

Realizing that Yuan Chen was cooperating with Guan Linjun's performance and becoming the 'villain' in professional wrestling, and that she had become the dessert to be eaten by Yuan Chen, Katahara Sayaka felt a strong masculine aura impacting her brain after a brief dizziness.

Even so, Katahara Sayaka didn't forget her beloved match commentary, and instead picked up the microphone and shouted:

"Is Guan Linjun really going to give up like this? Is the glory of professional wrestling going to end at this moment?!"

As they were talking, suddenly, the sound of footsteps came from the side.

Then, Guan Linchun arrived. However, unlike before, this time Guan Linchun's face was covered in black and white paint, making him look like a clown. Perhaps to match the paint? Guan Linchun's eyes widened, his pale pupils appearing even more jarring against the black and white paint, and he stuck out his tongue, resembling a grotesque, muscular clown.

Katahara Sayaka was extremely excited, almost instinctively gripping the microphone tightly. Her voice trembled slightly with excitement, but the volume remained professionally high without any decrease.

"He has descended! It is the Judge from the depths of hell! The humiliated angel of hell has been resurrected in the legendary 'death match stance'! — The wrestler from the demon realm! Marvelous Seki! Resurrected in this match!!!"

Volume 1: Chapter 146 - Wrestling

Guan Linchun stepped heavily back onto the ring, each step sounding like the beating of a war drum.

The face covered in black and white paint was no longer that of the usually bold and cheerful Guan Linchun, but rather a demon that had crawled out from the depths of the demon realm.

His pale eyes widened, his tongue lolled out, and inhuman roars echoed from deep within his throat.

"They're here! They're really here!"

Yamashita Kazuo's hands trembled as he gripped the ropes, his voice filled with excitement and agitation:

"The true hellish heaven! Marvelous Gate!"

"That's right! That's absolutely right!"

Beside him, a short young man with squinty eyes, straight black hair parted in the middle, and dressed in traditional Japanese clothing also shouted excitedly:

"Legend has it that Jun Sekibayashi, the Prison Angel, was summoned from the Demon Realm in Super Japanese Professional Wrestling. He is an extremely brutal and evil death match professional wrestler! Although he was only active for a short year, he left an indelible mark on the history of Japanese wrestling and made an undeniable and enormous impact!"

“That’s right!” Upon hearing the young man’s words, Yamashita Kazuo also said excitedly:

"His constant staging of extreme and deadly matches plunged the entire Japanese professional wrestling industry into a terrifying abyss! If it weren't for the fact that two years later, after his infamous 'eternal fluorescent light death game' with the 'Wrestling God' Kyogo Kurachi, which is still a topic of conversation today, he was banished back to the demon world, the entire country of Japan would be in an unprecedented abyss of terror!"

"Yes, yes." The young man nodded repeatedly, "I never expected to appear again in a Kengan match like this. Coming here this time was definitely the right decision! Otherwise, I would have missed such a comeback battle!"

"..." Upon hearing this, silence fell. Iori Kazuka, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but say, "There's actually such a setting?"

"That sounds rather detailed." With her arms crossed, Han Zhuli remarked with a similarly strange expression, "Do short people really like this kind of performance?"

"You guys are so annoying..." The short young man pouted unhappily after hearing the words of the people behind him.

“Exactly, that’s the romance that’s unique to professional wrestling!” Yamashita Kazuo also seemed particularly unwilling, but then he looked at the short young man with great interest and said, “Speaking of which, are you also a professional wrestling enthusiast? Nice to meet you, my name is Yamashita Kazuo.”

"Oh, my name is Kaneda Suekichi." The short young man shook hands enthusiastically and said, "I never expected to be able to witness such unparalleled super wrestling here, and to find an enthusiast like you! I'm so glad I came. Let's go watch a match together sometime!"

"Great! Great!" Yamashita Kazuo exclaimed excitedly. After exchanging phone numbers, they watched the game together with great interest.

Meanwhile, Iori Kazuka remained completely bewildered.

"What on earth are they doing? It's just a change of makeup—"

As she was saying this, suddenly, as if sensing something, Iori Kazuka stopped speaking halfway through her sentence.

As Guan Linchun entered, and revealed his ferocious and comical face, a strange atmosphere began to spread throughout the venue.

It was like... the embodiment of intent, the surging of fighting spirit, as if a certain sense of oppression belonging to the "role" itself radiated from that face covered in paint. This was not simply 'acting', but a tangible entity formed from a certain sense of conviction that people could truly feel.

In the stands, some people who were originally completely uninterested in professional wrestling seemed to have noticed something and stood frozen in place, unable to explain why they instinctively clenched their fists. They only knew that the black and white clown standing in the center of the ring made them unable to look away.

Just then, a strong figure pushed through the crowd and stepped into the center of the arena. Upon seeing the newcomer, a hint of surprise appeared in Katahara Sayaka's eyes, but the man simply nodded and then reached out to take the microphone from Katahara Sayaka's hand.

Gen Kano, president of the Steel Company Group and boss of Jun Sekibayashi, is a burly man with a completely bald head.

Few people know that before becoming the president of the Steel Generation Group, Gen Kano was also a fighter in the Kengan Association. However, as he grew older, he gradually went from being a fighter to a regular spectator in the Kengan arena.

Perhaps because they were kindred spirits, Jun Seki became a fighter for the Steel Generation Group, and he would attend all of Jun Seki's matches, whether it was Kengan or wrestling.

And because of his outstanding planning ability, he is a well-known "victory-making machine" in the professional wrestling world - that is, a screenwriter for professional wrestling.

Now, in the eyes of most people, this president, who was usually very low-key and calm, rarely showed his emotions, and trusted Guan Linjun implicitly, suddenly widened his eyes, his face contorted with bulging veins, and roared at the top of his lungs at the entire room:

"Emergency! The fighter who was originally scheduled to compete, Guan Linjun, has suffered a mental breakdown due to unforeseen circumstances and is unable to continue the match!"

Upon hearing this, everyone was slightly taken aback, but Guan Linchun only looked at Lu Yexuan with increasing excitement.

Kano Gen did not disappoint Sekibayashi Jun, immediately continuing to shout, "Now! According to the rules of the Kengan Association, the Steel Generation Group applies to exercise its right to temporarily change its fighter—"

He took a deep breath and shoved the microphone in front of Yuan Chen: "As your opponent, you have the right to choose whether or not to agree!"

Hearing this and feeling the gazes of the crowd, Yuan Chen grinned: "Professional wrestling is just a 'performance'. So, come on, let me pull down your underwear!"

As he spoke, Yuan Chen also extended a thumbs-down gesture, his mockery almost tangible.

Upon hearing Yuan Chen's answer and seeing his actions, Lu Yexuan revealed an excited smile, then handed the microphone to Guan Linchun's mouth.

"So! Hellish Heaven! Marvelous Guan, what is your answer?"

Guan Linchun leaned down, his face covered in black and white paint, and pointed it at the microphone. He let out a hoarse roar that seemed to come from the depths of the earth: "Judgment! I will judge you with the manners of the demon realm and tear you to pieces, you coward!"

Upon hearing this, Kano Gen suddenly raised the microphone towards the ceiling: "Alright! Then, the Steel Generation Group will exercise its right to substitute fighters, and the Demon World wrestler—Marve-ous Seki! will take the stage in his place!!"

"Eaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!" Guan Linchun roared in response!

This left Nogi Hideki, who was standing nearby, genuinely puzzled.

It should be understood that each use of such fighter replacement rights would severely deplete the company's 'credit points' within the Kengan Association. If misused by someone with ulterior motives, it could lead to a major setback in subsequent Kengan competitions.

So, it's used in such a farce?

Thinking this, Nogi Hideki glanced at Kano Gen and then at Sekibayashi Jun, and had to admit that sometimes fighters and their bosses really were like two peas in a pod...

Looking at the scene and retrieving the microphone, Katahara Sayaka felt a surge of excitement throughout her body.

Like her father, she loved fighting and killing. Whether it was adults or children, the elderly or young people, men or women, as long as it was fighting, as long as it was a battle, Katahara Sayaka could feel genuine joy in it!

Thinking it over, Katahara Sayaka gripped the microphone tightly and roared with fervent passion:

"Words fail me! Both are in position! From the Steel Generation Group, the Demon World wrestler, Earth Hell Heaven! Marvelous Seki! versus—Sakura-sou Charcoal Grilled Meat, Great Waste Yuan Chen!—The match begins!!"

Katahara Sayaka's captivating voice further intensified the emotions on set, even drawing attention from Yuan Chen.

But now was not the time to marvel. In the next moment, Yuan Chen focused all his attention on the arena in front of him.

Meeting Yuan Chen's gaze, Guan Linchun opened his arms and greeted the roaring crowd with the most classic wrestler's battle cry.

"Roara ...

His gaze pierced through the black and white paint, locking onto Yuan Chen's face. There was no anger, no murderous intent in his eyes, only pure, ignited excitement and a burning gratitude.

Immediately afterwards, with a brief moment of charging up, Guan Linchun's burly body transformed into a heavy cannonball, hurtling straight towards Yuan Chen with an explosive speed completely disproportionate to his size.

Instead of the low-stance grappling that wrestlers typically use, he leaps into the air at the last moment before the opponent is up.

With legs together and feet pointing forward, the entire weight of his body, totaling 141 kilograms, and all the kinetic energy of his explosive sprint were poured into this double-legged, self-sacrificing kick in an extremely violent manner.

Yuan Chen, seeing the pair of large feet rushing towards him at high speed, did not make any attempt to dodge, even though he had ample time to recover.

With his eyes filled with golden flames, Yuan Chen crossed his arms in front of him, his feet planted firmly on the ground, his calf muscles taut so that the blood vessels bulged out from under his skin.

The large feet slammed into the arms, the impact sounding like a heavy hammer hitting a steel plate.

Even with thorough preparation, Yuan Chen's feet still slid nearly a meter backward on the arena, the soles of his shoes emitting a burnt rubber smell from intense friction.

His hands, which had blocked the self-sacrificing kick, were now a bruise, the flesh on the surface of which had rotted away from the violent impact. Blood was everywhere, but Yuan Chen did not fall, nor did he lean back. He stood there like a statue, looking at Guan Linchun and raising his left arm without hesitation.

The double-kick, a powerful and visually striking move, has always been one of the most popular signature techniques in professional wrestling. However, the reason it's only seen in professional wrestling is simple: although the attack is incredibly powerful, the wind-up and recovery time are extremely noticeable, and it requires a considerable distance to build up momentum, making it difficult to execute in real combat.

After an attack misses, the time it takes for a martial artist to land on the ground and get up is enough to end the fight for any martial artist!

Just like now, his right arm was raised high the moment he blocked the flying kick, his five fingers clenched, and his fist, still carrying the golden embers and embers, smashed down from above like a heavy hammer, accompanied by the whistling wind.

Guan Linchun possessed ample practical combat experience. With his fighting spirit bursting forth, he disregarded the wear and tear this forceful burst of energy caused to his flesh and blood, and twisted his body in mid-air to take the punch head-on with his right arm.

A muffled thud exploded as his massive body was slammed into the ground, his back hitting the brickwork of the underground parking garage. The powerful impact sent shivers down one's spine.

But despite the impact that would make an ordinary person dizzy, Guan Linchun seemed completely unaffected and showed no concern for his image. The moment Yuan Chen raised his foot, he rolled repeatedly. By the time Yuan Chen's foot slammed down like a nail, his burly figure had already rolled several meters away and stood up, spreading his arms like a demon as he pounced on Yuan Chen again.

Yuan Chen stood rooted to the spot, taking Guan Linchun's grab head-on. Although he landed a successful strike, Guan Linchun felt as if he had crashed into a wall, not a person. He felt not gripping a person's waist, but a massive log rooted firmly to the ground.

Even so, Guan Linchun's arms still tightly gripped Yuan Chen's waist, his legs pushed off the ground, his muscles bulged to the limit, constantly filling with fighting spirit.

His heavy legs pounded the ground, leaving footprints in his shoes. If Yuan Chen lost his balance for even a moment, if he took even half a step back, then the next moment, he would use the immense force of three hundred kilograms in one arm to lift Yuan Chen up and slam him down!

But he didn't wait.

With his feet firmly planted like an old tree, Yuan Chen leaned forward slightly and wrapped his arms around Guan Linchun's waist.

Feeling the heavy pressure pressed against his back, a solemn look appeared in Guan Linchun's eyes.

He instinctively tried to struggle, but Yuan Chen gave Guan Linchun no chance to break free.

With fingers like hooks, and bursting with strength, the astonishing grip between the knuckles easily crushed Guan Linchun's tough skin, brutally piercing the flesh beneath. Blood flowed freely, a dark crimson oozing from between the fingers, forming a bloody stream on Guan Linchun's side.

Then Yuan Chen's waist and hips suddenly thrust upwards, his spine straightening instantly like a fully drawn bow. His erector spinae, gluteus maximus, and hamstrings simultaneously unleashed a terrifying force that lifted him, weighing 140 kilograms, along with Guan Linchun, weighing 141 kilograms, off the ground!

Yuan Chen's feet left the ground, and Guan Linchun's feet also rose into the air. He was lifted up by Yuan Chen around the waist, and his whole body was violently turned 180 degrees, hanging upside down in mid-air, like a bomb falling from the sky and crashing towards the ground!

Instead of letting go, he pressed all his weight and strength onto Guan Linchun, crashing down like a bomb!

Guan Linchun's back slammed into the ring, and the impact wasn't a muffled thud, but an explosive sound.

Dense cracks burst open in all directions in an instant, and flying fragments flew around like shrapnel. The entire underground parking garage floor seemed to tremble at that moment. A visible shockwave emanated from the point of impact on the arena, and dust gathered into a visible ring that spread outwards!

A mouthful of blood spilled from the corner of Guan Linchun's mouth, and in an instant, the black and white paint covering his face was mixed with blood and sweat, turning into a blurry mass of dust.

However, Yuan Chen did not pursue him. Instead, he pushed him away, stood up, spread his arms, pointed to the sky, and circled the arena with a furious expression.

Volume 1: Chapter 147 - Battle of Attacks

Seeing that Yuan Chen didn't go to end the match but instead circled the arena, Tokita Ohma, standing to the side, also grimaced with displeasure and said:

"What is this idiot doing? He should have ended the game immediately with this opportunity! And what is the referee doing? Why isn't the countdown starting?"

“Theoretically, that’s true.” Hearing this, Han Zhuli glanced at Tokita Ohma, sensing the man’s gritted teeth and the unwilling look in his eyes as he stared at Yuan Chen, and said with a strange expression:

"But for some reason, I feel like you seem a little... jealous? Or maybe jealous or something?"

"I don't understand what you're saying!" Tokita Ohma waved his hand impatiently and said, "This kind of battle just doesn't give me any satisfaction at all!"

Han Zhuli: "..."

Silently watching the agitated Tokita Ohma, Han Zhuli's expression was slightly strange, but she then shrugged indifferently: "Whatever, as long as you're happy."

As she spoke, Han Zhuli also looked at Yuan Chen, who was constantly patrolling the arena. Although she didn't know much about professional wrestling, she couldn't deny that Yuan Chen was radiating a powerful, uniquely masculine charm.

The emotional impact stemming from pheromone secretion compels one to focus all attention on Yuan Chen, and all thoughts are influenced by his every move.

This must be that so-called Shiranui-ryu charm technique again, right? He's actually mastered it to this level? He truly is a one-of-a-kind man...

She licked her lips, and a hint of longing appeared in Han Zhuli's eyes.

"This kind of man being burned, just looking at him makes you want to do it!"

Upon hearing Han Zhuli's words, Tokita Ohma nodded silently, feeling a sudden itch in his fists and a strong sense of unease rising within him...

Looking at Yuan Chen and Guan Linchun fighting and dancing together in the arena, he felt a deep sense of resentment.