Martial artists can never be ultimately insulted

"What did you say?!" Han Zhuli looked at Yamashita Kazuo with a face full of disdain.

Yamashita Kazuo simply stared excitedly at the arena, speechless with excitement 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 personally selects his fighters, fighters also choose their bosses.

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

In response, Guan Linchun simply put the microphone on the ground and then walked away, ignoring the commotion around him.

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

Seeing Jun Sekirin leave on his own, Katahara Sayaka instinctively stopped him—this was not a professional wrestling match, and leaving without permission in the Kengan Association meant admitting defeat and surrendering.

But Jun Kanbayashi didn't pay attention to Katahara Sayaka's words. He just lowered his head and turned away 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... Oh well, I'll enjoy this victory that the 'actors' have given me~"

Realizing that Yuan Chen was cooperating with Guan Linchun's performance and becoming the 'villain' in professional wrestling, and also realizing 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 Linchun really going to admit defeat like this? Is the glory of professional wrestling going to end at this moment?!"

Suddenly, footsteps came from the side as they were talking.

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 ferocious, muscular clown.

Katahara Sayaka was extremely excited, almost instinctively gripping the microphone tightly. Her voice trembled slightly with excitement, but the volume remained professionally undiminished.

"He has descended! It is the Judge from the ends 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 for 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 emanated from deep within his throat.

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

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

"The true hell! 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 angel of hell, was summoned from the demon world in Super Japan 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, death-defying 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 spotlight 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 like a lot of details." 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!” Kazuo Yamashita 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 Kazuo Yamashita.”

"Oh, my name is Kaneda Suekichi." The short young man shook hands enthusiastically and said, "I didn't expect to be able to watch such a unique super wrestling match here, and even find an enthusiast like you! I'm so glad I came. Let's go watch the match together sometime!"

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

Meanwhile, Iori Kazuka still looked puzzled.

"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 herself halfway through her sentence.

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

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

Even those who had absolutely no interest in wrestling seemed to realize something and froze in place, unable to explain why they instinctively clenched their fists. All they knew was that the black and white clown standing in the center of the ring was so captivating that they couldn't look away.

Just then, a strong figure pushed through the crowd and stepped into the center of the arena. Upon seeing the newcomer, a look 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 Generation 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 competition stands.

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

And because of his outstanding writing skills, he became a famous "victory-making machine" in the 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 very much, suddenly widened his eyes, his face contorted with bulging veins, and roared at the top of his lungs at the entire audience:

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

Upon hearing this, Lin Chun looked at Kano Gen with increasing excitement.

Gen Kano did not disappoint Jun Sekibayashi, immediately continuing to shout, "Now! According to the Kengan Association rules, 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!"

Upon hearing this, and feeling the stench of the fish, 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 thumb straight down, the mockery on his face almost becoming a tangible reality.

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

"So! Hell 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 in the manner of the demon realm and tear you to pieces, you coward!"

Upon hearing this, Kano Gen suddenly slammed the microphone up to the ceiling: "Alright! Then, the Steel Generation Group will exercise its right to substitute the fighter, and the Demon World wrestler—Marve-ous Seki! will take the stage!!"

"Yaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!" Guan Linchun roared in response!

This left Nogi Hideki, who was standing nearby, utterly perplexed.

It's important to understand that every use of similar fighter replacement rights severely depletes the company's 'credit points' within the Kengan Association. If exploited by malicious individuals, even a slight misstep could lead to a major setback in Kengan competitions.

So, it's used in this kind of 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 loves fighting and killing. Whether it's adults or children, the elderly or young people, men or women, as long as it's fighting, as long as it's a battle, Katahara Sayaka can feel genuine joy from it!

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

"Words cannot express it! Both sides are in position! From the Steel Generation Group, the Demon World wrestler Hell Heaven! Marvelous Guan! versus—from Sakura Manor Charcoal Grilled Meat, Da Hao 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 be amazed. 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 or 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 artillery shell, hurtling straight towards Yuan Chen with an explosive speed completely disproportionate to his size.

Instead of the low grappling style typically used by wrestlers, it involves leaping up at the last moment.

With his legs together and feet facing forward, he channeled all 141 kilograms of his body weight and the full kinetic energy of his explosive sprint into this powerful double-leg kick.

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

With his eyes filled with golden flames, Yuan Chen crossed his arms in front of him, his feet planted firmly in 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 sound 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 desperate kick, were now a bruise, the flesh beneath them mangled from the violent impact. Blood gushed from his wounds, but Yuan Chen did not fall, nor did he lean back. He stood there like a statue, raising his left arm without hesitation as he looked at Guan Linchun.

The double-kick throw has always been one of the most popular signature moves in professional wrestling due to its powerful visual impact. However, the reason it is only seen in professional wrestling is simple – although the attack power is enormous, the forward and backward sway is extremely obvious, and it requires a considerable distance to accumulate potential energy, 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 battle for any warrior!

Just like now, the right arm was raised high the moment it blocked the flying kick, the five fingers clenched, the fist wrapped with the still-dissipating golden embers, accompanied by the whooshing sound of the wind, and smashed down from above like a heavy hammer.

With ample practical experience, Guan Linjun unleashed his fighting spirit, ignoring the damage this forceful aura 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, and his massive body was slammed straight down, 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 have made an ordinary person dizzy, Guan Linchun seemed completely unaffected, showing 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 rolled several meters away and stood up, spreading his arms like a demon as he lunged at Yuan Chen again.

Yuan Chen stood rooted to the spot, taking Guan Linchun's grab head-on. Although he successfully struck, Guan Linchun felt as if he had crashed into a wall, not a person. He wasn't grabbing a person's waist, but a giant tree 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 bulging to the limit, constantly filling with fighting spirit.

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

But he didn't get to see it.

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

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

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

With fingers like hooks, and with a burst of 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 hue seeping 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 fascia muscles 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. Yuan Chen grabbed him around the waist and lifted him up, violently turning him 180 degrees, leaving him headfirst in mid-air, like a bomb falling from the sky and crashing down towards the ground!

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

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

Dense cracks instantly exploded in all directions, and flying debris flew around like shrapnel. The entire underground garage floor seemed to tremble at that moment. A visible shockwave exploded 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 gray dust.

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

Volume 1: Chapter 147 - Counterattack

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

"What is this idiot doing? Shouldn't the game be ended immediately with this opportunity? And what is the referee doing? Why isn't the countdown starting?"

“Theoretically, that’s true.” Upon hearing this, Han Zhuli glanced at Tokita Ohma, sensing the man’s gritted teeth and resentful gaze as he looked 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 said irritably, waving his hand. "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 and said, "Never mind, 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, there was no denying that Yuan Chen was now exuding a strong, unique masculine charm.

This emotional impact, stemming from the secretion of pheromones, makes people involuntarily focus all their attention on Yuan Chen, and all their thoughts are affected by Yuan Chen's every move.

This must be that so-called Shiranui-ryu charm technique again, right? He's actually mastered it to this extent? He truly is an unparalleled, fiery man…

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

"This kind of hot guy, 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...

Watching Yuan Chen and Guan Linchun fight and dance together in the arena, he felt a deep sense of resentment.