Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 277 The Same Fight

This is a gymnasium converted from a warehouse, and it occupies a large area.

It looks rough, but it has all kinds of facilities and equipment, including a boxing ring, a ground fighting training ground, and even bathrooms and changing rooms.

Normally, this is one of the training grounds for the Wu clan.

With the summer festival approaching, the person in charge of the place has many things to do, so it will be temporarily closed and will reopen after the festival.

……

The members of the Metropolitan Police Department's judo club were placed here for intensive training after leaving the central plaza ring.

However, they did not expect that because the venue was so suitable, another "group" was also placed there, and the two groups shared the same training venue.

In terms of the number of people, there are not many on either side, so it will not affect each other at all. Therefore, there is actually no problem with this arrangement.

Unfortunately, neither of these groups were simply fitness enthusiasts; they were more interested in actual combat and competition, and many of them were quite large.

On one side is the Metropolitan Police Department's Judo Club, which has many Olympic-level athletes;

They witnessed the ring match this morning and were still immersed in the playful antics of Shekawa and Shiraki, feeling their blood boiling and unable to resist increasing their training intensity.

On the other hand, there is the well-known large organization that handles everything from deathmatch to regular wrestling – Super Japan Wrestling, which also has many star wrestlers;

This group is preparing for a tour exhibition match, and the boss happens to be on good terms with local businessmen, so he chose Wuzhili as the training ground.

Both the former and the latter are incredibly proud of their respective fields.

With this mindset, the tension between them escalated quickly, though they were far from resorting to violence, they still exchanged constant taunts and banter.

"Get to writing the script, wrestling guys!"

"Not working during the day? Taking such a long vacation, you tax thief~~~"

Older people tend to be more composed, but younger, newer people often find it hard to resist.

"Hey, wanna have a squat contest?"

"Let's practice some throws and pins. Don't worry, I won't let you get hurt..."

Everyone said something to me.

Just then, a thin old man suddenly appeared, pouting and stirring things up, "Oh? Speaking of which, judo and wrestling both determine the winner by suppressing the opponent, right?"

The judo officer, oblivious to the elderly man, casually replied, "According to judo rules, the opponent must land on their back, which is much stricter than wrestling!"

Shiraki Seiya also stepped forward with a smile, sizing up the burly professional wrestlers, and grinned, "Wrestling attire is quite free, isn't it? Judo matches require wearing a uniform."

"That's right!"

The burly wrestler shouted back, "All you do is grab and throw your shirt to pin your opponent, it's so boring!"

"..."

Wu Fengshui found it amusing and joined Bai Mucheng's side.

The girl blinked her black-and-white eyes and said with a grin, "Professional wrestling is exciting, and quite a few people in my family like it too."

The judo club members immediately objected, "See that big guy? His name is Tawarashi, and he's won countless championships and runner-up titles in competitions big and small!"

"Pshaw, they're just star players, we can have as many as we want!"

The professional wrestler gestured and pointed at one of the team members, "Have you heard of 'El Ninja'? His real name is Hose Kanzaki, and he's really popular on social media lately!"

"Aha..."

Shiraki found it amusing and ruffled the girl's hair. The girl stuck out her tongue, and Shibukawa, who was standing next to her, couldn't help but grin.

At this moment, another middle-aged man approached the three of them. He was wearing a shirt and shorts, and appeared to be around forty or fifty years old. He was very well-built and had prominent earlobes.

He is 184cm tall, weighs at least 105kg, has bulging muscles all over his body, has a mustache, and his hair is parted in a 3/7 style and is very shiny.

The middle-aged man quipped loudly, "What kind of star contestant is he! Guan Lin's curry-making video last time got more than twice the likes of Hose's competition video!"

These words immediately intensified the tension between the two groups.

But after catching their breath, the two groups suddenly realized that someone was stirring things up—and not just one.
The professional wrestlers felt the voice at the end sounded familiar, and when they turned around, it was indeed the same person.

The last person to speak was a "veteran" of professional wrestling, nicknamed the "God of Wrestling"—

Drive me out of Tibet!

"..."

Tibetan Quwu smiled knowingly, then turned to look at the three people beside him—a young man, a girl, and an old man. They stared at each other, then couldn't help but laugh together.

The atmosphere was quite subtle.

Thanks to the experienced professional, Morio Sonoda, who stepped in to smooth things over and, in his capacity as Superintendent, got the judo club members to train properly.

"Go away, they were here first, and it's a proper training camp. We just need to do our daily practice and not disturb them."

"Yes……"

The judo team members dispersed to watch, and the professional wrestlers stopped shouting. The tension at the scene dissipated.

The professional wrestlers, looking at Zangdi Quwu, one of the troublemakers, couldn't help but complain: "Senior, you're just stirring up trouble too!"

"Haha, a lively atmosphere helps relax muscles!" Zangdi Quwu laughed heartily, hands on his hips, and let the professional wrestlers continue their training.

Subsequently, Zangdi and Yuantian met, and as the persons in charge of their respective places, they apologized to each other and finally shook hands and made peace.

After dealing with group matters, all that was left was private conversation.

"Well!?"

Zangdi suddenly turned around and warmly shook hands with Shibukawa. "I've heard so much about you! You must be Shibukawa, the master of Aikido? You look so energetic!"

Shechuan laughed heartily and echoed his sentiments.

After introducing himself to everyone, Zangdi Quwu greeted Wu Fengshui, then looked at Bai Mucheng and smiled even more happily.

"Brother Bai Mu, nice to meet you."

Tibet extended its hand, "I am an old friend of Mushi Mitsuyo. Many years ago, I participated in the fighting elimination tournament of the Six Senses Association with him."

Bai Mucheng's memories surged, recalling the person who drove him from Tibet.

This elderly gentleman, nicknamed the "God of Wrestling," possesses an extraordinary passion and confidence in professional wrestling.

He believes that there is no defense in professional wrestling, so he is determined to completely withstand his opponent's moves, even against aggressive wrestlers.

This unparalleled dedication profoundly influenced one of his juniors—

【Prison Angel】Guan Linchun!

Whether in the world of professional wrestling or in the realm of Kengan, [Hell Angel] is renowned and an absolutely powerful fighter.

Kengan's career record is 57 wins!
"..."

Bai Mucheng looked left and right, but couldn't find Guan Linchun.

"Are they looking for our star player?"

Tibet understood immediately and laughed, "Chun, he went to the mall to buy food supplies himself, after all, the training camp consumes a lot of resources!"

Bai Mucheng nodded.

Suddenly, Zangdi thought of someone else: "Oh right, there's one more person you should meet. He's also a friend of Mushi's, and he recently moved here."

As he spoke, Zangdi turned around and called out, "House, come say hello to your friend!"

Upon hearing this, a tall, long-haired wrestler not far away stopped his squatting practice and looked up at Shiramu Cheng.

He was wearing a mask that covered the upper half of his face, but his chin looked young, probably around 25 years old. He was 178cm tall, very muscular, and weighed at least 115kg.

The Tibetan introduced, "This is Hose Kanzaki, a very energetic young man."

"Hey, Mushi mentioned you to me. Let's talk about it after practice, your muscles need to cool down."

Hosei responded and continued doing Indian squats.

The other wrestlers were doing the same, practicing with great enthusiasm, creating an intense atmosphere.

"..."

Upon seeing this, Shibukawa suddenly realized something.

He turned to look at Bai Mucheng and smiled, "Brother Bai Mu, you told me during your lunch break that you couldn't help but practice various styles of moves, and you didn't expect to become a grandmaster, right?"

Bai Mucheng nodded.

Shibukawa squinted. "When faced with a punch, karate and Muay Thai respond in completely different ways, but in the end, the essence of these fighting styles is exactly the same."

"Take our morning competition, for example—"

"You wanted to hit me, so you used the afterswing of my upward palm strike to create an opportunity to act faster than me, thus being able to grab my head."

"This fighting style will remain unchanged regardless of whether you use Muay Thai, karate, wrestling, or other martial arts, because your fighting mindset is already there."

"No matter what style or technique you use, you will choose to do it this way."

"Or rather, it's precisely because you have many good mentors that you can experience more quickly the same fighting style across different techniques!"

"..."

Bai Mucheng listened with some confusion.

But upon closer examination, it is true that moves such as "Killing Intent" and "Confirm Counter" are essentially the same, regardless of the style of fighting techniques used.

Whether it's a throw, a rising dragon punch, or a defensive move, [Killing Intent] can choose whatever it wants;
Whether it's a backhand punch, a straight punch, a side kick, or even a charged heavy punch, it can all be delivered in the instant of a [sure counter]!
what is this?
It's not karate, not Muay Thai, not mixed martial arts, not wrestling, not... and so on...

If I had to put it simply, it was Shiraki Sei's "fighting" style—nothing more.

"Haha! Having a problem, Shiraki-kun?"

"It's great to have professional wrestling here."

Shibukawa suddenly grinned, recalling with a smile: "Just a short while ago, when I went to visit him in the hospital, that professional wrestler said to me—"

"There are no grandmasters in the world of professional wrestling."

"My thoughts are similar to yours, right?"

(End of this chapter)