Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 279 Arena Practice
Even just watching, the training methods of professional wrestling are still the kind that can make you sweat profusely and get professionals excited.

Rope climbing back and forth, push-ups, German bridge, Indian squats...

These are all just warm-ups!

Wrestlers—especially those in the "professional wrestling" group to which Tibetan Quwu belongs—ultimately acquired "resilient muscles" through this unscientific training.

{…}
As the ink flowed, Zangief clapped and encouraged his apprentice to bravely step onto the stage.

Bai Mucheng put his hands on his hips, shook his head in distress, and said, "I simply can't refuse Mr. Zangdi's personal invitation!"

As he spoke, Bai Mucheng jumped up and down a few times, his eyes darting towards the arena. "So, what's our strategy?"

Shiramu Cheng was looking at the arena, not the training area.

Seeing this, Hose Kanzaki, who was not far away, couldn't help but laugh.

This tall wrestler from Mexico fought alongside "Weird Guy" Mitsuyo Koishi in a "street fight" many years ago.

He was still quite inexperienced back then, but he has matured considerably and his wrestling skills have improved day by day.

"Brother Shiraki, you're just like Mushi, you subconsciously think that wrestling is just about getting into a fight, that won't do!"

Hose Kanzaki corrected helplessly, "Training with us is fine, and I'm also okay with fighting in private, but it's a different story if you want to step into the wrestling ring."

"Well……"

Shiramu Cheng felt a pang of regret. "Can we use slow motion to form a fight? It's been a long time since I've fought a big guy. I have a lot of ideas now."

Hose Kanzaki looked at Kurachi Kōgo, who smiled and explained, "If you really want to experience professional wrestling, you still have to write a script, create a character, and find an audience."

"True professional wrestling is about fighting under the watchful eyes and cheers of the audience, so you can't just do it on a whim."

Zangdi Quwu stretched his arms, then suddenly changed the subject, "However... it's a rare opportunity, so it's good to practice in the ring."

Upon hearing this, Shiraki raised an eyebrow and smiled, while Hose Kanzaki became even more excited.

"Ha, how understanding, senior!"

Hose, who was leaning against the wall, rushed over immediately upon hearing this, stretched out her strong fist, and gently pushed against Shiraki's chest.

“When I was drinking with Mr. Mushi before, he mentioned you to me several times. I’ve wanted to have a match with you for a long time, but unfortunately, the group has been busy.”

"..."

However, Bai Mucheng did not respond. Instead, he looked up at the sky and murmured, "That [Prison Angel] is not here. I would rather spar with the 'famous players' from both the inner and outer realms."

Anyone could tell from those words that Hose Kanzaki was not taken seriously.

Therefore, Hosei suddenly became agitated, rushed to a short distance away, and hooked a metal folding chair with her leg.

Swish!
The folding chair hovered in front of Hose. Hose threw a powerful punch, smashing the sturdy chair to pieces. The fragments flew and crashed into the wall.

Click!

Hosei clenched his fists, veins bulging on his thick arms, and glared at Shiraki with gritted teeth.

"Even though you're Mr. Mushi's friend, don't get too cocky!"

"..."

Bai Mucheng remained silent, still looking up at the sky, seemingly still wanting to see Guan Linchun more.

This scene was incredibly tense, making Sonoda break out in a cold sweat, feeling like a fight was about to break out at any moment.

To Sonoda's surprise, Wu Fengshui was laughing heartily, as if the conflict was something particularly interesting.

Do girls from the Wu clan really enjoy watching excitement?
Sonoda was both puzzled and worried, caught in a dilemma.

Seeing this, Shiraki suddenly lowered his head, his expression changed, and he laughed, "Brother Sonoda, how are you feeling? You were nervous just now!"

Sonoda was stunned. "...Huh?"

Bai Mucheng laughed and slapped his thigh, "Everything that just happened was a 'script' before the ring practice. That's what makes it wrestling style, right?"

"To correct you, it's American wrestling style."

Zangdi Quwu chimed in, "While it's not entirely accurate, he's certainly a friend of Mushi Mitsuyo; he really understands us reckless guys!"

Hose Kanzaki, however, was somewhat displeased with their conversation. "Why bother explaining to that old man? It's like explaining a joke to someone; that's no fun!"

Shiraki leaned closer and whispered to Hose, "After all, Sonoda is from the Metropolitan Police Department. It would be difficult to explain if we stopped him."

Honase Kanzaki: "..." Honase Kanzaki: "That makes sense!"

……

……

In Shiraki Sei's view, there are plenty of opportunities to train, no matter when or where.

Whether at the Fighting Spirit Gym, the central plaza ring, or this stadium—with professional wrestling groups.

Everything that happens between battles, including rest, can be seen as a form of training.

With this mindset, Shiraki Cheng doesn't feel tired; on the contrary, he finds different kinds of exercise quite enjoyable.

"..."

Shiraki went to a nearby spot to stretch and warm up, preparing for the upcoming ring practice.

Wu Fengshui watched from the side.

With nothing else to do, Shibukawa was about to move a stool and watch when he suddenly noticed the sandbag next to him that Shiraki had just hit.

The two cuts, one deep and one shallow, on it caught the attention of Shechuan.

"Wow, those fists are so sharp, just like those monsters in the underground arena, they're really scary..."

The Martial Saint sighed softly, looking at the Tibetan exiles, and suddenly became interested.

With his hands in his pockets, he strolled over to Bai Mucheng, peeked out from beside Wu Fengshui, and squinted as he smiled, "How about adding me to the practice?"

Upon hearing this, not only Bai Mucheng, but everyone around couldn't help but turn their gazes towards him.

A master of Aikido is getting into wrestling?

Tibetan Quwu was somewhat troubled, "It's not that I can't play, but professional wrestling doesn't have rankings, and it's not like fighting."

"Practice doesn't matter, as long as you come, Mr. Shibukawa..."

"..."

"Hahaha~!"

Shibukawa laughed heartily and waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "It's alright, just follow the wrestling rules. That kid Inugari's talk has me itching to try it out."

The old man glanced at Bai Mucheng and asked, "Brother Bai Mucheng, how far are you going to practice today?"

Shiramu thought for a moment, “The equipment can be used for sets, running can be tracked for distance, even stance training can be timed, and it can be used for wrestling ring practice…”

He pondered for a moment, then suddenly had an idea and turned to look at Shechuan.

Shibukawa understood immediately, grinned, lowered his head, and laughed with a furrowed brow. "Hahaha, it's great to be young! It's so much fun playing with you guys!"

As they spoke, the old man and the young man walked towards the arena, clapping their hands together along the way, producing a crisp sound.

Snapped!
"Today's practice goal is to get the audience cheering!"

……

……

Shiraki Seikawa walked to the side of the arena.

[Fighting Spirit] He flipped onto the arena, his body gradually heating up, tiptoeing with a leisurely expression.

The Martial Saint slowly walked up the steps, then stood beside Bai Mucheng, revealing a mischievous grin like an old man.

And in front of the two of them—

[Four-Dimensional Latina] Hose Kanzaki has already jumped into the ring.

Seeing that there were two people on the other side, Hose was about to call her other partners when another figure had already stepped onto the ring, cracking his arms as he moved them.

[The God of Wrestling] Exorcise Me from Tibet!
"This is a rare opportunity, and I can't help but get excited. It's fantastic!"

This veteran of professional wrestling once again uttered his signature catchphrase.

Professional wrestling ring practice—

2V2!

(End of this chapter)