From Fist Wisdom Blade To Muscle Daming King

"Ladies and gentlemen, were you too excited to sleep last night?"

"Thank you all for coming, don't worry, we'll start right now!"

After breakfast and some morning exercise, I heard the announcement of the arrival of incense on the radio.

"The Wish Boxing Competition is a different kind of war between two companies!"

"Fighters train desperately, break physical limitations, and surpass human limits, just to shine on this stage!"

"They use their true strength and skills to compete for their own glory."

"The blood is rushing and the body is collapsing, bringing fierce fights to everyone!"

"That!"

"Then who will be the strongest person left to the end?"

"let us wait and see!"

"Now, the second day of the Fist of Destruction Tournament officially begins!"

Boom boom boom!

As Sheo Xiang's words fell, special effects flew around the field, and exciting music blasted. The audience's emotions were directly ignited by the fiery atmosphere right after the show started.

"Let's welcome the contestants!"

"Professional wrestling vs sumo!"

"The most popular ground fighting event in Japan has finally come together today."

It might be the first show, but Shen Xiang roared harder and harder, one speaker per person, and the sound actually suppressed the cheers of 100,000 spectators.

"The man who appears first is a troubled boy of the yokozuna level in the sumo wrestling world, Dohata!"

"Height 194 centimeters, weight 159 kilograms, boxing competition record 7 wins and 0 losses."

"The fighting artist of Fuguen Company, the Ghost King Sanzun who is known as the "King of Earth Fighters"!"

As her voice lowered, a tall, burly, round-waisted young man, wearing a skirt-like rikishi costume, walked out of the entrance passage.

"Haha. The quintessence of China is here!"

"Henggang. Henggang crushes everything!"

After appearing on the stage, the Dowara boy just did a few sumo wrestling moves and immediately aroused cheers from the audience.

There is no way, as the "national sport" sumo wrestling has such a great influence in Japan.

And don’t look at the title of Oniou Sanzun as shit, but his two brothers are both Henggang-level experts and have a transcendent status in the sumo world.

"His opponent is the face of professional wrestling, the destroying angel from hell."

Shea Xiang didn't pause, and immediately introduced the next fighting skill.

"He is 196 centimeters tall and weighs 141 kilograms. His boxing record is 57 wins and 1 loss."

"The fighter of Steel Generation Company, the wrestling champion nicknamed Hell Angel, Guan Linchun!"

Amidst the sound of explosion sound effects, Guan Lin wore a sumo-wrestling haircut similar to that of Onioyama. After he walked out, he opened his hands with a smile on his face and booed the audience.

Performance is also part of wrestling.

The on-site effect is directly full!

"Sumo. Oniou Mountain. Oniou Mountain!"

"Wrestling. Guan Lin Guan Lin Chun!"

The two men caused a sensational cheer when they came on the stage.

"This match-fixing bastard!"

"How dare he taint his sumo?"

Oniwangshan, a young boy from Dowa, suddenly became angry and itched his teeth when he saw Guan Lin combing his sumo hair like his own.

"This title.!"

Looking at the earth warrior boy with thick legs and round waist, Leng Kong was speechless and complained about his title.

The others are gods of fighting, gods of thunder, demons, and magic spears. Guan Lin is also known as the Hell Angel.

And what kind of Tutu fighting king is he called?

It’s so low, okay!

It doesn't feel as powerful as his name "Ghost King Mountain".

"Very impressive, isn't it?"

"I heard that every bad boy in Japan wants to have the title of "Tutu"!

Zhu Mei, who has been attending her own girls' school since she started school, yelled without understanding.

"Uh, yes. Very impressive!"

The corners of Leng Kong's mouth twitched. Bad aesthetics were so bad, what could he say?

"The so-called dowara is actually the ring for sumo wrestling competitions."

Koizumi-chan, who was sitting next to him, explained: "With this title, it means that Oniouzan is the absolute king in the sumo ring!"

Well, the king = Tutu!

Leng Kong lowered the corners of his mouth. The culture was different. What could he say?

But no matter how he explains it, he thinks this title LOW is popular.

on the field,

To see Gui Wangshan being so out of control, he was so angry that his veins popped out just because he changed his hairstyle.

Guan Lin deliberately made a face at him.

"Young man, are you angry now?

"You have a bad mentality!"

"Don't forget that wrestlers and sumo wrestlers are both performers, and their purpose is to entertain the audience."

"It seems that your professional quality is not enough!"

Guan Lin used the tone of a senior to teach Gui Wangshan how to create an atmosphere and put on a show.

Because his acting skills are professional!

"Pre-"

Seeing the combatants in place, the referee raised his hand, but before he uttered one word, Gui Wangshan, furious, stepped forward and pressed his right hand on Guan Lin's head.

boom!

He just picked it up and smashed it to the ground.

"asshole!"

"If you fight against match-fixing, don't give me any pride, you bastard!"

As soon as the Tutu boy spoke, a chain of fighting contempt appeared.

As a sumo wrestler, Dowara completely despises wrestling that is half a spectacle and half a competition.

"ah?"

"Is the battle going to end before it starts?"

Seeing Guan Lin lying motionless on the ground, the referee became anxious.

"Tch, boring!"

Gui Wangshan let go of Guan Lin's hair tie that he had just torn off, and before the referee announced the result, he turned around with disdain and prepared to leave the field.

What kind of strength can someone who just fixes matches have?

But when he heard his footsteps leaving, Guan Lin, who had been motionless just now, suddenly jumped up and stretched out his arms from behind Gui Wangshan to tightly hug him.

"Haha. How about it, kid?"

"My acting skills are good, right?"

boom!

After saying that, he exerted his body force, and Gui Wangshan felt his body rising.

The next second, the back of his head exploded into a large crater in the newly filled ground. His mouth opened and a large amount of blood spurted out.

Guan Lin, who had finished his performance, had already stood up and waved his arms towards the audience, starting to add atmosphere.

"Guan Lin. Guan Lin!"

"Guan Lin. Guan Lin!"

Sure enough, cheers for him immediately started.

"You bastard who is fixing matches!"

Gui Wangshan turned somersaults with agility that was inconsistent with his body, and hit Guan Lin hard on the head with his head while interacting with the audience.

Then his feet exerted force, pushing against Guan Lin's body with brute force.

Bang!

While advancing at extremely high speed, Guan Lin was forced to knock out a huge network-like depression in the wall.

"That's why I like the arena! Haha"

Seeing this scene, Leng Kong laughed excitedly.

The body of a fighter is hard, and Guiwangshan has no physical characteristics. He hit the back of his head and vomited blood, but when he stood up, he seemed fine.

No wonder, I beat someone to death in front of me, but the other person jumped out again a few days later.

After hearing what Yingchu said, Meguro Masaki had his eyes blown out, his ears pierced, and his brains spilled out. He was refrigerated by Hayashi and sent back to the company.

From what he said, it seemed like this injury could be saved.

That’s outrageous!

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

On the field, the battle has entered a fever pitch.

The Dowara boy blocked Guan Lin in the corner, and the sumo pushers kept bombarding his face.

"Uncle, remember, your wrestling is just a performance!"

While bombarding, he also yelled angrily: "But our sumo wrestling is different!"

"We wrestlers are here to become the strongest!"

"How could I lose to you, a bastard who is fixing matches?"

The seventy sumo moves were released one by one on Guan Lin by the young boy.

The blood was flying, and even Guan Lin, who was as strong as Guan Lin, seemed unable to bear the turning of his skin and flesh, and his head hung crookedly.

"ah?"

"Guan Lin couldn't bear the strength of the sumo, did he faint?"

Sheo Xiang saw on the big screen that Guan Lin was about to lose consciousness and shouted, "I'm going to die."

"It's over, asshole!"

Gui Wangshan charged up his arm, aimed his elbow at Guan Lin's lowered chin, and hit him hard, preparing to end the fight.

But Guan Lin, who had appeared to be dying just now, suddenly came back to life with full health. He pressed his palms against the wall and jumped up.

Then he hit it straight down, pressing Gui Wangshan hard under him.

"How about it?"

"Are my acting skills okay?"

This is Guan Lin's fighting style. He completely abandons defense and uses his body to take all the opponent's attacks, supplemented by extraordinary acting skills, bringing supreme enjoyment to the audience.

A perfect performance is the best praise for a wrestler.

"It's no use, bastard!"

Gui Wangshan slapped Guan Lin in the face with his palm and forced him back. He stood up and spat out blood.

He roared: "Don't forget, we wrestlers are more durable than you wrestlers!"

Do you really think that the fat and bloated figures of their wrestlers are vegetarians?

Although his explosive power is not strong, in terms of durability, Tutu said that he would not accept anyone.

"Haha. Isn't this exciting?"

Guan Lin, whose face was beaten with blood, walked to Ghost King Mountain with his mouth open.

Without any extra movement, the hand knife has been slashed straight out.

defense?

He, Guan Lin, never defends himself!

Ha ha

"Asshole, am I afraid of you?"

Oniouyama Sumo pushed his palms to keep up.

The two completely gave up their defense and came together forcefully.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Give me a slap!

I'll give you a knife!

Say hello to each other's faces!

Give the audience the highest enjoyment with the simplest moves.

Leng Kong outside the court was also excited to see it, because this kind of passion for punching and punching is something that cannot be achieved with skills.

The last chapter was blocked again, hey.