Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 193 Explosion Attack
"……Is it?"

Retsukai paused for a moment, then walked off the field with a relieved expression. As he passed Rito, he smiled and patted him on the shoulder, "Anyway, good luck!"

Shiraki Seiseki jumped off the stage and came to Rito's side.

Being knocked down twice in a row would at least cause a concussion in an ordinary person, but Li Ren acted as if nothing had happened, eating and drinking as usual.

"Great, fantastic!"

Shiraki gave a thumbs-up to encourage Rito, "This is a rare opportunity. Taking a few punches from a heavyweight champion is very valuable!"

Rito: "..."

Rihito: "...?"

He still didn't realize what was happening.

Not far from the three, the "God of War" Gaolangwen Savado was silently observing.

He came to the boxing exhibition mainly because he was invited by a local old boxing gym to come and help out, and also to take His Majesty for a walk.

As a "fighter," Gaolang came here for only one purpose—

Kengan Street Fighter Tournament!
At the invitation of Hachito Trading, a member company of the Kengan Association, King Larma XIII dispatched Gaolang to fight.

For His Majesty's glory, and for the desire to fight to the death against powerful enemies, Gaolang is determined to defeat all foes.

Although Gaolang had been somewhat prepared based on intelligence, he really didn't expect to encounter those "real warriors" right away.

Both Shiraki Cheng and Retsu Kaioh are formidable obstacles that can be called "powerful enemies"!
As for No-Face, Chiba Takayuki is just an amateur who can only imitate, so there's no need to pay attention to him.

As for reason...

Gaolang: "Hmm..."

Rito noticed Gaolang's gaze—though it was still his usual expressionless, dead-fish-like eyes, there was always a strange feeling about it, as if he were looking at some kind of novel animal.

"Hey, why are you looking at me like that!"

Rito asked the staff to help him put on his boxing gloves, clapped his fists together, took a deep breath, and said, "Never mind, although my head is still a little dizzy, this is a rare opportunity, so I won't hold back!"

……

……

Rito and Gaolang each stepped onto the ring and stood on either side of Katahara Sayaka.

After exchanging fist bumps, they walked a few steps apart and waited for the match to begin.

The manager took the lead in setting up the stand.

Perhaps because he was still dizzy, he did not launch any large-scale attacks this time, but instead chose a defensive, more defensive posture.

It's possible. Let's try a roundabout approach, provided we don't get instantly killed!

"..."

Seeing this, Gaolang remained silent, showing no sign of disrespect, and adopted a familiar boxing stance—similar to the "Philadelphia Shell," also known as the killer stance.
Stand sideways with your left side forward, lower and swing your forearm, mainly relying on the rotation of your left shoulder for defense, and place your right fist near your chin.

The moment that posture was adopted, the oppressive aura emanating from Gaolang instantly intensified, and the surrounding air subtly distorted to the point that it was even visible to the naked eye!

Off the field, Retsu Kaioh couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. "It's not just for show; it's real fighting technique, and he's definitely a worthy opponent."

"..."

If even the Sea King felt this way, then the people on the field need not say more.

Even so—even though he almost instinctively wanted to back away, Rito gritted his teeth and stood firmly in place.

"Yes, Not Bad……"

Gaolang murmured, "Not a complete novice, but still too green."

"Are you kidding me? You've already lost twice today!"

Rito swallowed hard, grinning at Gaolang, "I know you're strong, but we still have to fight first!"

"..."

Shexiang stood in the center of the arena, raising her hand to signal to the two people on either side, "Ready?"

"—Fight!!!"

A loud shout, like a bomb exploding.

Boom!

...No! It's not "as if," it's that a bomb actually exploded!

Suddenly, flames erupted from the very center of the arena, followed by a violent explosion. In an instant, flames shot into the sky, billowing thick smoke.

At the moment the bomb exploded, Gaolang and Rito, who were on the field, reacted one after the other.

Gaolang, being Lalma's bodyguard, had the relevant experience. He immediately rushed out and pushed the nearest one, She Xiang, away.

Rito's reaction was slightly slower, but his movements were equally swift; he rushed forward and stood between the explosion and She Xiang.

Rumble!
Splinters of wood from the ring flew everywhere, cutting Rito's arm and causing minor burns.

Just as Rito was about to be engulfed by the flames, Gaolang grabbed Rito's waistband and dragged him backward to avoid the surging flames.

Wow...

In the blink of an eye, Rito, Gaolang, and Sheka were all evacuated from the arena, with only Rito suffering minor injuries.

But for Gaolang, this was undoubtedly a provocation that took advantage of his kindness!
As Lalmar's personal bodyguard and His Majesty's sword, to have such a thing done to him right under his nose completely crossed Gaolang's line.

"Wow! An explosion!"

"It's a terrorist attack! Call the police immediately!"

"Be careful, there might be other explosives!"

"..."

Panic ensued among the crowd, but fortunately, most of the people present were involved in illicit activities and had strong mental fortitude, which prevented a stampede.

Upon seeing this, Bai Mucheng immediately became alert.

"It's a grenade escape technique!"

He was very puzzled, craning his neck to look around, "Who ran away? Is someone trying to escape?"

"..."

However, Shiramu soon discovered that the explosion was not due to "missing people," but rather the sudden appearance of a "conspicuous" individual.

In the bustling crowd, the one who remained "still" stood out.

"—Who?" Gaolang turned around, frowned, and saw a tall, burly man.

He had a muscular physique with sharp angles, his hair was dyed black on the left and white on the right, with the middle part as the dividing line, there were several scars on his forehead, and his nose bridge seemed to be completely broken, with metal braces on it.

He was holding a shotgun and wearing a large overcoat, under which there was clearly a hard object—probably a steel plate.

"Even a close-range explosion can't hurt you? No wonder you're 'Gaoran'."

The burly man slowly turned around, cocked his shotgun, and aimed it at Gaolang. "Hey, do you remember who I am?"

Gaolang raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes filled with anger and disdain, and he had no intention of speaking.

The burly man then introduced himself, "I am Fujita Kazu. I fought with you in Thailand before, in order to become that Lalma's new bodyguard."

Upon hearing this, Wu Fengshui suddenly remembered the person and whispered to Bai Mucheng, "That person is a veteran wrestler from CACC. He has been wrestling for more than 15 years and is known for his strong physique. I heard that he went abroad to develop his career and apparently had an accident."

Lalma added, "It wasn't exactly an accident. He just wanted to become my bodyguard, so he volunteered to spar with Gaolang and got completely disfigured."

Everyone chimed in, digging up all of Fujita Kazu's secrets, but Fujita Kazu didn't seem to care.

His only goal today is to take revenge on that Gaoran!
"Your punches are indeed very fast."

Fujita raised his shotgun and gestured to Gaolang, "So, thanks to IDEAL's sponsorship, I was able to prepare this little gift for you."

"Smuggling weapons?"

Gaolang slowly raised his fist, his eyelids still drooping. "Dare to pull out dangerous items in front of His Majesty? Do you want to never be able to stand up again?"

"……ha!"

Fujita sneered and prepared to pull the trigger, using firepower to completely overwhelm Gaolang.

The two were only a few meters apart. No matter how fast Gaolang's fist was, it could never be faster than a shotgun!

puff!
The trigger was pulled, but a very strange sound was heard, as if it had not been fired completely.

Fujita looked closely and saw a boxing glove striking the muzzle of his shotgun!

They've attacked?

wrong!

There was nothing at the end of the glove, in other words, the glove "flew" over and blocked the muzzle of the shotgun!
This type of shotgun is primarily designed for area of ​​effect and has limited power. It is not suitable for hunting large wild animals, nor can it penetrate the thick material of a gauntlet.

Therefore, all the small steel balls that were shot out were blocked by the flying boxing gloves!
"what?"

Fujita looked up and saw that Gaolang was still in a punching motion, but his right glove was missing, clearly the one that had been thrown at him.

So, when I was just speaking, Gaolang had already made a move and secretly removed his boxing gloves?

I see……

Fujita suddenly realized.

And as the gauntlets on the muzzle lost momentum and hit the ground—

Swish!
Gaolang slid forward and threw a series of left jabs, unleashing thirteen lightning punches.

On the second punch, the facial corrector was knocked off, and the remaining punches were bigger and deeper, completely denting Fujita's face.

...Plop!
Fujita swayed and finally collapsed from exhaustion, blood pooling on his face and his genitals becoming incontinent.

"..."

This scene left everyone around stunned.

Especially Rito—after all, he had just almost fought Gaolang, so he was naturally even more astonished.

"Ah! Don't worry."

Gaolang turned to look at Rihito and raised his hand to comfort him, "If it were just a match, I wouldn't have played so fast."

The person felt a little relieved.

Gaolang added, "After all, most of the time, a few punches are enough to decide the winner."

Rito: "..."

……

……

With the bombing attack still reeling from the shock, and involving several high-ranking officials, the Metropolitan Police Department naturally couldn't ignore it...

In short, this boxing exhibition match will not take place.

The good news is that no one had any regrets—after all, they had already witnessed Gaolang's fast punches, and it wouldn't be too late to experience others in the future.

The even better news is—

Iori Kazuka, who was in charge of handling the bombing case, received a +1 to his performance rating.

"Well done, Iori!"

Superintendent General Takeya Haru praised Iori Kazuka highly over the phone.

"Not only did you arrest the terrorists, but you also handled the 'national-level' dispute well, making those big shots willing not to pursue our responsibility further. You're so powerful!"

Iori Ichika was overjoyed, "Then about paid leave..."

Zhu Yachun encouraged him even louder, "Work hard, and a promotion and raise are waiting for you. I'm hanging up now!"

beep--!
Iori Kazuka: "..."

Iori Kazuka: "Damn it!"

"..."

Shiraki Sei and Wu Fengshui, who had been listening in, had already secretly slipped away, afraid of being haunted by Iori Ichika's resentment.

Back with their original group of people, the two finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"so……"

Shiramu Cheng put his hands on his hips and looked at the familiar and new faces in front of him. "The match can't be held, and the Metropolitan Police Department is going to seal off the venue. Where do we go now?"

In the silence, suddenly a sound—

Gulu!
The man's stomach growled.

He raised his hand and suggested, "It's time for dinner! How about we go get some barbecue? I know a good place!"

"..."

Upon hearing this suggestion, everyone around stared at Rito's injured arm, but he himself seemed completely unconcerned.

Is the person who makes the argument tough? Or is they just naturally outgoing?
In short, this guy is really sturdy!
(End of this chapter)