Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 278 A Domain Without Grandmasters

Are there no grandmasters in the world of professional wrestling?
"..."

Bai Mucheng frowned in thought, finding it difficult to understand for a moment.

He turned his head and followed Shechuan's gaze, and could see that group of professional wrestlers were practicing desperately, doing extremely high-intensity Indian squats.

The senior Tibetan exorcist was supervising from the side.

"Make your internal organs sweat, and transform your whole body into tough muscles!"

"You brats, get ready to fight to the death! If you can't even keep up with the warm-up, you'll just end up collapsing on the ring!"

"Stop!"

"Screech—!!"

Rhythmic squats, one after another.

Bai Mucheng's thoughts were still lingering on what had just happened, and he wanted to ask Shechuan again, but the old man had a profound and unfathomable expression, indicating that Bai Mucheng should think about it some more.

Soon, the squat warm-up was over.

The wrestlers wiped their sweat and drank water, while Zangdi Quwu returned to Bai Mucheng's side, wanting to hear their opinions on the warm-up exercises they had just done.

"The spectacle was astounding; it made me sweat just watching..."

Sonoda couldn't help but exclaim, "After seeing it in person, even I'm becoming a fan of professional wrestling!"

Shibukawa squinted and laughed, "Haha! What a group of hardworking young people, putting in so much effort for 'performance,' amazing!"

Upon hearing this, before Zangdi Quwu could speak, Sonoda, who was standing to the side, became somewhat nervous.

While professional wrestling in the real world is indeed a performance, wouldn't Shibukawa's comments really provoke these muscular men who are practicing seriously?
The answer is no.

Just as Sonoda was about to smooth things over, the other wrestlers, including Zangdi, suddenly burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha!"

Zangdi wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, "As expected of Teacher Shechuan, what he said was really harsh, but it is indeed the truth. After all, that's what professional wrestling is all about!"

The veteran grinned and said, "Whether you call us actors, or you are belittled and provoked, all we professional wrestlers can do is believe in professional wrestling."

"This is how a true professional wrestler survives!"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Shibukawa put his hands on his hips and turned to Shiraki, saying, "I've bet everything on jujitsu, while these guys have bet everything on professional wrestling."

Zangdi Quwu was very happy, "It is a great honor to be praised by the [Martial Saint] in this way."

"Hoho~!"

Shibukawa chuckled a few times, and seeing that Shiraki was still confused, he suddenly widened his eyes and looked at the professional wrestlers not far away.

The old man spoke up and shouted, "As long as you have the will, you can do anything!"

His words were spoken with such force that they startled everyone around him.

But then, including Tibetan Quwu, the group of professional wrestlers came to their senses, and were both surprised and delighted, and couldn't help but laugh and cheer.

"So even the Martial Saint watches wrestling!"

"Haha, that's so nostalgic, I really miss that phrase..."

"This sentence is powerful no matter when you hear it!"

"..."

Shiraki Cheng was even more puzzled, and Sonoda and Wu Fengshui also blinked blankly.

A Tibetan explained, “‘With spirit, anything is possible!’—This is a famous line from the retired professional wrestler ‘Kanji Inugari’.”

Bai Mucheng's memories surged, and he recalled them at this moment.

The boar hunt is complete.

A powerful veteran professional wrestler who participated in the Tokyo Dome underground elimination tournament alongside other strong wrestlers such as Shibukawa, Baki, Doppo, and Retsu Kaioh.

He even defeated the sumo wrestler "Golden Dragon Mountain" in Yokozuna, but ultimately lost to Baki Hanma.

Later, when the five death row inmates broke in, Inogari was provoked by Sikorsky. He was no match for Sikorsky and was slashed on the face by Sikorsky's knuckles. He was only recently discharged from the hospital.

Judging from Shibukawa's words, it seems that when Inugari Kanji was hospitalized, Shibukawa visited him, and during their conversation, that sentence was mentioned—

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

Shechuan repeated himself, looking at Shiraki Chenghe and Tibet, and said leisurely:

"That 'Inugari Kanji,' who is always at his strongest in front of the audience, said that to me."

"He also said a lot..." "Masters only exist in martial arts, not in the world of wrestling."

"In wrestling, there is no me—Shibukawa Goki! Nor is there the [God of War], Gokuji Doppo!"

Shechuan clenched his fist, showing off his still-muscular forearm to everyone.

"The idea of ​​an aging wrestler using his declining physique and technique to overwhelm a younger wrestler—this kind of master-level wrestling—does not exist in wrestling."

"—That's what Ino-Kari Kanji said!"

Shechuan looked at Bai Mucheng and raised an eyebrow. "Your thoughts are similar to yours, right?"

Bai Mucheng paused, still feeling a sense of unease.

Does it really look like it?

However, Tibet strongly agrees with the words of Shibukawa—or rather, the "Ino-giri Kanji."

"Professional wrestling is a high-risk field that carries the banner of entertainment, using exaggerated character designs, dramatic storylines, and visually impactful throws to win the audience's applause by faking fights and actually throwing."

“Unlike martial arts or modern combat techniques, wrestling is something else entirely, and it is closely linked to age; older people cannot sustain stage performances.”

"Therefore, it is true that professional wrestling cannot produce masters of a particular style."

"..."

Bai Mucheng stroked his chin, his thoughts growing deeper, as if he could vaguely grasp something.

Shibukawa noticed the change in Shiraki's aura and suddenly changed the subject, shouting, "If you ask me, that old bastard Inugari is just talking nonsense and lying again!"

Shiraki Cheng: "...?"

Tibet Exorcist: "...??"

The two were momentarily confused as to why he had suddenly started to refute them.
Shibukawa raised an eyebrow and smiled, "The core of professional wrestling is 'entertaining the audience.' Everything is to make the audience cheer and to fully satisfy their desires."

"Therefore, Inugari Kanji is always at his strongest when the audience is watching!"

"That's why the group of professional wrestlers led by the Tibetan kid stepped onto the fighting ring with a non-defensive stance, ready to take all of their opponent's moves!"

"—It's that simple."

Shibukawa's gaze shifted, "A professional wrestler who takes entertaining the audience to the extreme can be called a wrestling master."

"And what about you, Brother Shiraki?"

"What exactly does fighting mean to you, and to what extent do you need to reach a level that can 'fill your stomach'?"

"..."

Shiraki was stunned by Shibukawa's words and remained speechless for a long time.

He walked straight to a spot not far away, stood in front of a heavy sandbag, and gently stroked the surface of the sandbag with his fingers, feeling the roughness with his fingertips.

Karate, Muay Thai, wrestling, military combat, mixed martial arts, boxing...

The masters' moves and techniques were so captivating that Bai Mucheng couldn't help but immerse himself in them, wanting to try everything.

But there are subtle commonalities among them!
[Charge], [Strike], [Run], [Choose], [Confirm]...

These are all numerous techniques, demanding a great deal from Shiraki Sei's movements!
Shiraki couldn't help but wonder how he could achieve the most ideal physical movements required by the "moves" he had learned.

boom……

Bai Mucheng gently pushed the sandbag in front of him, causing it to sway slightly with a very small amplitude.

Then--

Snapped!Snapped!
Without knowing when or why, Bai Mucheng suddenly threw two quick punches, hitting the sandbag twice as it swayed slightly.

Two cuts appeared on the sandbag, one deep and one shallow.

Its sharpness and lethality far surpass those of the past!

Bai Mucheng lowered his right fist, and a few wisps of white smoke seemed to still rise from the tip of his fist.

How can the "moves" I have accumulated now meet my requirements for "fighting"?
Regardless of the style or technique used, what can be derived is something more fundamental...

What kind of "fighting" can I actually do?
……

……

Bai Mucheng had some ideas, but after thinking about them for a long time, he came up with no results.

Tibetan Quwu understood and suggested with a smile, "Would you like to exercise with us?"

(End of this chapter)