Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 198 Athletes and the High Wall
As evening approached, there were hardly any passersby deep within the park.

Therefore, that man was an attacker with a "clear purpose".

He had short, slightly wavy red hair, was over 190cm tall, had a slender and lean physique, and long, narrow, handsome, and sharp eyes. He was wearing a black training uniform and flat shoes.

Its name is—Dor!
He survived an electric chair execution at Carrios Prison in the UK in an unknown manner and escaped after causing more than a dozen deaths and injuries.

Seeking the taste of defeat, he flew to Tokyo with the help of a friend at the air force base.

……

Wow…

The newspaper that had been thrown down slowly fell, with a corner stained with a few drops of blood.

"hiss……"

Robinson lightly touched his cheek, feeling a stinging pain, and frowned as he looked at the newcomer. "I can't believe someone dares to provoke me."

"..."

Dole glanced at Shiramu Cheng, a slight smirk playing on his lips, then turned to Robinson, "I heard you're a very skilled 'mixed martial arts fighter,' I was actually quite looking forward to it..."

"Unfortunately, you're still not qualified. Do you know any more outstanding 'athletes'?"

Dor slowly stepped forward, exuding an ominous yet sharp aura.

Seeing this, a few beads of sweat trickled down Robinson's forehead. He hissed a warning: "Don't come near me. I can't fight with civilians in the street!"

Dorr remained silent and simply continued forward.

"Cheng, he's in danger, back off!"

Robinson waved his hand to stop Shiramu Cheng, then took two steps forward and grabbed Dole by the collar, "You bastard, do you want to die?!"

Suddenly, Robinson felt a stinging pain in his palm.

He loosened his grip on the collar, revealing numerous wounds that were now covered in blood.

Robinson suddenly realized that the man in front of him had hidden a razor blade inside his collar!
"—?!"

Robinson was shocked, and then he heard Dole sigh softly, "To put it bluntly, you're just an athlete."

click!
A sudden, sharp sound, like the clash of metal.

Immediately, Dole bent his left arm, quickly twisted his waist to the side, and swung his elbow toward Robinson's neck, with something vaguely visible at the tip.

Just as that "cold glint" was about to slice through Robinson's throat—

Swish!
Suddenly, Shiramu grabbed Robinson by the collar and dragged him backward to avoid Dole's attack.

"Wow!"

Robinson fell backward with a "thud," rolled over once, and when he looked up again, his eyes widened in shock.

At the end of Dol's elbow, a sharp "knife tip" was visible, extending from the crack in his skin.

It is said that Muay Thai is "elbows that are as sharp as knives", and Dorr's elbow strike was a real "sharp blade"!
If Bai Mucheng hadn't pulled him back in time, his throat and even arteries would probably have been cut open by the other party's sharp blade!

"Cheng!!"

Robinson was shocked and jumped to his feet. "That guy is a dangerous individual! We have to run!"

"..."

Seeing this, Dor couldn't help but laugh. He looked at Bai Mucheng, raised an eyebrow, and said sarcastically, "You're friends with someone like this? He doesn't even want to fight. He's just a useless weakling!"

Robinson was stunned by what he heard.

Bai Mucheng raised his hand to comfort the other party, then looked directly into Dorr's eyes, "You're saying that Brother Robinson is an incompetent weakling?"

Dole smiled, his brows furrowing. "Isn't that right?"

Bai Mucheng sighed softly, "The moment he saw you, he could tell you were dangerous, and he was even terrified."

"Even so, the first thing he did was to stop me from going forward."

"Even though you injured his hand and almost slit his throat, his first words were still to tell me to run with him."

"Even after experiencing the difference in strength, he still did it."

"—In my opinion, such people are not 'incompetent weaklings'."

Bai Mucheng twisted his neck, making a crackling sound, and his whole body twitched slightly. He pressed his left arm forward and down, while his right arm was raised against his ribs.

"I'm going to teach you a lesson."

"..."

After speaking, Dorl sized up Bai Mucheng's posture and immediately raised his eyebrows, "As expected of someone who was there that night, you are indeed more capable!"

He stood sideways, his left palm extended forward, and his right hand placed behind his ribs.

After a pause, just as Dole was about to say something more provocative, he suddenly felt a wave of oppression, as if the pressure had suddenly doubled!
How can this be? !
Before he could react, a left jab suddenly came from the right and struck Dorl's cheek.

boom!
Dol was knocked off his feet and flew sideways into the bushes, rolling several times on the grass before finally coming to a stop.

"……what?"

Dol felt dizzy and his pupils were trembling uncontrollably; he was filled with confusion and bewilderment.

If he hadn't reacted at the last second and immediately turned his neck to absorb the force, he probably would have been unconscious by now! It wasn't Bai Mucheng's fist that swung? Nor was it that athlete…

Anyone else?
who is it?

Dorr stood up unsteadily, spitting out saliva mixed with blood, which dripped from the corner of his mouth, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

He turned his head and looked towards the track, where he saw a burly man in a suit.

Wheat-colored skin, arched eyebrows, dead fish eyes, hair styled in front of the left shoulder, and a pendant ornament on the forehead.

He was the "heavyweight boxing champion's friend" that Robinson mentioned.

[Battle God] Gaolang Wenzavado!
Coincidentally, Robinson was unaware that Gaolang had recently met Shiraki.

"His Majesty asked me to come out for a walk. I was planning to meet a friend for a meal, and a stroll before the meal would be nice. I never expected to stumble upon a 'crime scene'..."

Gaolang shook off the blood and saliva from his left fist and looked up at Dorr. "You're one of the death row inmates? You reacted quickly. That punch I just threw was aimed at breaking your neck."

"..."

Dole smiled, lightly leaped over the bushes, and returned to this side of the track.

He looked Gaolang over carefully for a few moments, then turned to Robinson and smiled, "Isn't there someone better than you?"

Robinson was still in shock, but was comforted by Shiraki and Gaolang raising their hands to comfort him.

Shiraki wanted to greet Gaolang, but Gaolang stopped him with a look, not allowing Shiraki to come forward, and even more so, not allowing him to interfere in his battle.

"Are you good at bullying athletes?"

Gaolang took off his suit jacket and then tossed it aside.

He adopted a Philadelphia shell-like striking stance, facing Dole, "Then as you wish, the next area is the realm of 'life and death'."

As soon as he finished speaking, Dorton felt the pressure around him increase again, almost to a frightening degree.

He had intended to ambush Gaolang while he was undressing, but Gaolang seemed to be very good at handling surprise attacks and remained on guard throughout.

"Hehe, there's really nothing I can do about it."

Dor raised his arms, stretched out all his muscles, and with a "click," the sharp blade sprang out from his left elbow and left wrist, then quickly retracted.

He then raised his palm, followed by his knee and rotated his ankle.

There are obvious "gaps" on the heel of the palm, knee, back of the foot, and even under the sole of the foot, from which sharp knife tips can extend.

"Yes, I'm in good condition, no problem."

Dol was satisfied and raised an eyebrow at Gaolang, "Didn't you take the opportunity to launch a sneak attack? You're quite confident in yourself—but so am I."

He noticed that Robinson was looking at him with a surprised expression, so he smiled and explained, "As you can see, these are my weapons."

"..."

Gaolang's gaze darkened. "Did you undergo surgical modifications to become stronger?"

Dole narrowed his eyes. "In the realm of professional magicians, this is common knowledge."

"For example, place an empty glass on the table and cover it with your palm, and the glass will overflow with beer in the blink of an eye."

"For example, you could use your fingertips as a pipe and actually inhale the smoke."

"You've all probably seen similar magic tricks."

Dole raised an eyebrow. "Actually, it's not amazing at all. It's because they all have 'tubes' hidden inside their bodies."

"..."

Gaolang's gaze remained unchanged, Shiraki listened to the lecture with a smile, but Robinson was even more astonished.

Dol said in a deep voice, "It is indeed illogical. Ordinary people would not think that they would go to such lengths, which is why it is worth doing so."

"Aren't there many ordinary people now who have artificial organs such as hearts, joints, and ventilators implanted in their bodies to maintain their lives?"

"Investing a lot of money in surgery to implant weapons into the body—this technology is not surprising today."

Click!

Dol bent his left elbow, the tip of the knife re-emerging, aimed at Gaolang. "You're good at boxing, aren't you? Come and fight, athlete."

"indeed."

Gaolang stared at the cold glint in his eyes and sighed softly, "There is a high wall between unarmed and armed combat."

The next moment——

Swish!
Gaolang slid forward and unleashed a flurry of left jabs, striking Dol in the face.

Bang bang bang!

The four consecutive jabs were as fast as lightning, forcing Dorr to retreat repeatedly. He barely managed to steady himself, clutching his nose as it bled profusely.

"but--"

Gaolang swung his left arm and changed the subject, "The existence of the 'high wall' is a fact, but it has nothing to do with the strength of you and me."

(End of this chapter)