Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 282 I Can't Help You Either
As expected, the wrestling practice was to end with wrestling-style moves!
PowerBomb – translated as "Bomb Drop".

It requires lifting the opponent high into a back-down position for a heavy slam attack, making it highly dependent on the user's strength.

In terms of weight alone, Shiraki Sei (101kg) is not as heavy as Hose Kanzaki (115kg), but in the wrestling world, such a weight difference is not significant.

With a low center of gravity during the running dive, Shiraki successfully used this move, throwing Hose into a brief daze, leaving her lying on her back on the ring.

"Practice over!"

The Tibetan exorcist loudly proclaimed.

Immediately, Bai Mucheng jumped up, supporting himself with both hands, and raised his right fist high to signal to the audience below the stage.

Whether it was professional wrestlers or members of the Metropolitan Police Department's judo club—the audience cheered and celebrated, feeling thoroughly satisfied and exhilarated.

In the world of professional wrestling, whether a fight is exciting or not is definitely not entirely determined by the fighting ability of the two sides!

"call……"

Shiraki Seiji stepped off the stage.

There was blood on his face, and he was sweating a lot.

But when he looked up at Wu Fengshui and Yuantian who came to greet him, he couldn't help but grin.

Bai Mucheng smiled even more broadly when Wu Fengshui handed him a towel and water, exclaiming, "Your movements are so beautiful!"

……

……

After stretching his body and resting for a while, Shiraki went to the bathroom to shower.

Shua la la...

The showerhead sprays out a warm stream of water.

Bai Mucheng stood under the flowing water, barefoot on the floor tiles, his hands holding onto the wall, letting the water wash over his entire body, feeling incredibly comfortable.

The bloodstains and sweat were washed away.

The gentle warmth rising from the shower made the entire room feel hazy, perfect for someone to ponder random thoughts.

When did it start?
Not only when fighting strong enemies, but even when the opponent is slightly weaker, or even during daily practice, I can't help but think about things related to "what is strength".

During the journey, they encountered other people and experienced different kinds of "power"...

Interesting!
"..."

Bai Mucheng washed his face and rinsed his mouth with warm water, and immediately felt much more refreshed.

From the ventilation vent, you can hear lively sounds coming from outside the window; the streets are bustling with people as the festival approaches.

As the ink swelled, Dijon's illusory image appeared.

In short, what you can bring to the beach and a celebration is your body, soul, and music. Forget everything else and get moving!
Whether it's music or fighting, no problem!
{Buddy, from today onwards you're my apprentice. Don't stand on ceremony, feel free to ask me anything!}
{Anyway, I don't lose anything by teaching you the moves, hehe!}
{…}
Hearing Dijie's words, Shiraki couldn't help but laugh.

He is truly a sunny, cheerful, enthusiastic, and even somewhat scatterbrained master!

Bai Mucheng looked at his palm.

The moves he learned were all his masters' techniques, but how to execute them—that was the fighting style that Shiraki Cheng had to think about.

"..."

Bai Mucheng became happier and happier as he thought about it. He couldn't contain his loneliness and wanted to finish washing up as soon as possible so he could go to the practice field and chat with those people.

But when he turned around and grabbed at his shampoo, he found that it was all gone.

Just a quick rinse? My hair feels sticky and uncomfortable...

Just as I was thinking this, suddenly—the girl's hand reached out from the corner of the wall and handed me a bottle of shampoo.

Shiramu Cheng was lost in thought, so he habitually took the towel and rubbed his head until it was covered in foam, then suddenly realized that he hadn't brought a towel.

The girl handed the towel over again.

Shiraki Cheng: "...?"

Sensing his disciple's hesitation, Dij's illusory figure slowly dissipated.

{Yo, Buddy! If you run into any problems, just tell me, okay? It's a promise!}
{Although I can't help you right now, haha...}
Shiramu Cheng: "..."

Forget it, I'll just pretend I don't know.

……

……

Soon, Shiramu Cheng finished washing up and changed his clothes.

Wu Fengshui was already waiting at the door. He tossed over another dry towel, which Bai Mu took and used to wipe his ears and hair.

"Phew, that feels so much better!"

He and the girl returned to the arena, where everyone was gathered together resting and chatting.

By this time, Kanzaki Hose had recovered. He removed his wrestling mask, wiped the blood off his face, bandaged the wounds from the slams, and sat on the edge of the ring to rest.

He saw Bai Mucheng approaching, so he put down the water bottle in his hand, jumped off the stage, and stood in front of Bai Mucheng, facing him.

Suddenly—House threw a punch, lightly striking Shiraki Sho in the chest. "You're really strong. I've lost!"

Bai Mucheng was a little embarrassed, "It was just practice..."

Hose frankly admitted, "I did lose! In a real fight, it would have been a crushing defeat—I would never deny that."

"But that's how wrestlers are. Even if they're knocked down countless times, as long as they don't give up, they can get back up and start again."

"—This is the script I wrote for myself. Just wait for me in the ring!"

Hose clenched her fist and bumped it against Shiraki.

Shiraki Cheng could clearly feel the heat and power emanating from that fist, and couldn't help but murmur in amazement, "So strong..."

Not just Hose, but professional wrestling itself.

However, as a senior figure in professional wrestling and a recognized "Spartan" coach, Kyogo Kurachi had something else to say to Hose.

"Even so, Hose, you really did suffer a crushing defeat!"

The Tibetan man crossed his arms and joked, "You've been doing underground fighting lately? Is it called 'Purgatory' again? You haven't neglected your training because of it, have you?"

"No way! Senior, you can see that I can't beat you even in a grappling match!"

Hosei retorted loudly.

As professional wrestlers in the mainstream world, they are absolutely not allowed to engage in underground fighting according to the rules, as it would have a very bad impact if they were discovered.

Thanks to the open-mindedness of the Tibetan people, they turn a blind eye to such things.

As for "Purgatory," it is an underground fighting group that has emerged in recent years, supported by high-intensity entertainment and generous prize money.

Compared to Kengan, Purgatory focuses more on the audience's enjoyment, and therefore has gained a lot of support, with its scale increasing year by year.

"Speaking of which, Brother Shiraki, you also know that 'Guan Linchun', right?"

Hose clenched her fist. "I chose to fight in underground combat because I wanted to train myself and catch up with Brother Guan Lin."

"Unlike the Kengan Association, Purgatory is also very interesting. For example, the rules are quite different. Go check it out when you have time!"

"I heard that some fighters are also interested in that 'Kengan Zetsu Street Championship'..."

"..."

Shiramu Cheng nodded, not refusing.

However, according to memory and rumors, there are many rules in Purgatory, which are very different from the "nothing is forbidden except bare hands" rule in the basement of Tokyo Dome.

In comparison, unregulated battles are definitely more interesting!
Zangdi handed Shiraki a bottle of water, saying, "Hoose, you've gone astray, you've actually started soliciting customers for your own group?"

Hose pouted and whispered, "Senior, you've been involved in street fights before, haven't you?"

With his hands on his hips, the Tibetan man said, "You're so talkative! You dare to talk back to me? You're defying your superior!"

The two wrestlers were playfully fighting, and everyone watched with laughter.

……

……

It's evening.

Bai Mucheng, Wu Fengshui, Shechuan, and Yuantian bid farewell, intending to return to the clan chief's residence for dinner.

Before parting, Zangdi Quwu remembered what Mushi Mitsuyo had said about Shiraki Sei's collecting hobby, so he gave him a business card that read "Professional Wrestling".

Then he took out four general VIP invitation vouchers and gave them to the four people respectively.

"If you want to watch our game, just have this ticket, and you'll definitely be able to buy a seat for even the most popular matches. It can also be used an unlimited number of times."

Tibetan raised his hand to bid farewell to the four people.

"..."

Upon arriving at the stadium entrance, the group brushed past a burly giant carrying large bags and packages, their breaths colliding.

"Ouch!"

Shibukawa laughed heartily, "Professional wrestling is really interesting!"

With his hands in his pockets, Shiraki Cheng couldn't help but look up. "The summer festival isn't over yet, so it's great that we can meet again!"

……

……

The burly man with dreadlocks, nearly two meters tall, carried the groceries he had bought into the stadium.

He put down his bags and couldn't help but look back at the door, recalling the four people who had just passed by him—especially the old man and the young man.

The Tibetan man asked with a smile, "Guan Lin, aren't you going to say hello?"

"There's still time, so it's okay."

[Prison Angel] Guan Linchun grinned upon hearing this, "After all, the celebration hasn't even started yet, and the most exciting part is yet to come!"

"Even in a 'street' competition, it's definitely better to have more spectators..."

(End of this chapter)