Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 199 Just Passing By
"Crack—!"

Dole choked on the blood in his nose and immediately started coughing uncontrollably, a throbbing sensation shooting straight to his brain.

He straightened his nose while backing away cautiously, and it took a full few seconds before his eyeballs finally stopped trembling.

"Hahaha……"

The excruciating pain spread from his nasal cavity, causing beads of sweat to appear on Dol's face.

He looked up at Gaolang and saw that the other man had already rearranged his Philadelphia shell boxing stance. He then managed a weak laugh.

"Humph……"

Dol stepped forward slowly, and the instant he stepped into Gaolang's arm span, his right little finger suddenly flicked, triggering a mechanism inside his body that caused a blade to pop out from the end of his right elbow.

call out!
He held his right elbow, a sharp blade, in front of his face, trying to lure Gaolang's jab into a trap.

To Dorr’s utter surprise, the moment he raised his right elbow, there was suddenly no one in front of him.

"……what?"

Dol looked down and saw that Gaolang had squatted down first and swiftly threw a right straight punch, hitting his own abdomen.

"Ugh!"

In an instant, Dor felt a sweet taste in his throat, and his whole body arched as he flew backward, clutching his stomach and rolling on the ground, spitting out blood and vomit.

Gaolang's expression remained unchanged, still with those dead fish eyes. He stood up and maintained his fast punch stance, his eyes fixed on Dorl, but he did not rashly pursue him.

"..."

In the distance, Rob Robinson, the friend who was watching from the sidelines, was stunned by what he saw.

Robinson couldn't even imagine how painful it was to be hit directly in the abdomen by a heavy "Gaolang".

Even after delivering a fatal blow to his opponent, Gaolang did not let his guard down at all!
That fighting stance was something Robinson had never seen before.

He met Gaolang at a martial arts exchange event in Thailand, where the two appeared as invited guests.

In a subsequent practice demonstration, Robinson witnessed Gaolang unleash as many as thirteen "Flash Punches" in a single breath interval.

—And that's while wearing boxing gloves!

At this moment, Gaolang, fighting with his bare fists, threw punches at a significantly faster speed!
This is the true God of War, he's unbelievably strong!!
Did Gao Lang and Cheng know each other?
So Cheng wasn't just an amateur enthusiast, but someone who actually engages in this kind of "battle"?

"..."

"Wow!"

Dol clutched his stomach and knelt on the ground, vomiting profusely, tears welling up in his eyes.

"How about that? This is the fist of an 'athlete'."

Gaolang's voice was deep as he looked at Dorl, "No matter how many times, no matter how long it takes, if you get up once, I will knock you down again."

"Huh...huh..."

Dol was in excruciating pain, his face contorted as he knelt on the ground, panting heavily. He clearly had no strength left to fight back.

But the next second—

call out!
Suddenly, Gaolang slid forward, squatted down, and threw a hook punch at Dorl's face, knocking him to the ground. Dorl spun around a full one and a half times before finally stopping.

"...?"

Robinson couldn't help but wonder why Gaolang suddenly wanted to pursue them. Wasn't Dorr still standing up?
But he immediately noticed that Dol's heel had already extended a blade, indicating that he was preparing for a counterattack with a "flip-kick," but Gaolang noticed it first.

Such a tight fighting rhythm is something you would never see in a ring!

"..."

"Well--!"

Dor opened his mouth wide, feeling as if his jawbone had cracked.

Just as Robinson suspected, Dole had indeed intended to immediately turn and kick, and was also prepared to strike with his elbow blade.

But to his surprise, Gaolang did not throw a punch downwards, but instead crouched down and swung his fist from the side, striking his face!

Can a boxer throw a punch from that angle?
In his shock, Dorl realized something—

The boxer in front of you is definitely the kind of person who is "good at dealing with attacks"!
……

This is the fact.

As a bodyguard of King Ralma XIII of Thailand, Gaolang not only fights for honor in the ring, but also perfectly fulfills his duty as a bodyguard.

Mercenaries, assassins, outlaws, international criminals...

No matter who attacks, Gaolang will not hesitate to defeat them.

In other words, Gaolang's understanding of the "life and death domain" is more thorough than that of ordinary professional players!

……

In Gaolang's eyes, his opponent—the red-haired youth covered in weapons—was an absolute villain!

"You seem to have a secret weapon."

Gaolang clenched his fists and leaned slightly down beside the fallen Dorl. "So, I'll beat you until you're no longer a threat."

Swish!
Gaolang threw another heavy punch, the angle still tricky.

The fallen Dorl was unable to retaliate and could only curl up to defend himself, barely managing to take the punch with his back.

"Ah..." Dorr gasped for breath, but made a strange movement, slowly raising his right hand and stretching it towards Gaolang, his five fingers naturally spread out.

The next second—

Ding!
Dol's right ring finger suddenly snapped down, producing a metallic clanging sound.

In an instant, Dorr's right arm snapped straight and taut, striking Gaolang's jaw with such speed that it was almost invisible, and with such force that it could even create a gust of wind.

call out!
But when the fist was thrown, the feel was clearly wrong.

Missed!
"...!!"

Dol looked closely and saw that Gaolang had turned his neck first, perfectly deflecting the punch and leaving only a slight abrasion on his chin.

This is clearly a boxing technique for taking a hit, but it is more refined and sophisticated.

But what Dol could not understand was how any fighter could have predicted that his inexplicable movement was a "punch".
"You underestimate boxing."

Gaolang grabbed Dol's wrist and raised his eyebrows. "I just met a friend the other day who won a beautiful boxing match using the 'no-weight' technique from boxing."

"Since then, I have included this tactic in my defenses and have been considering countermeasures."

"But you probably don't know this kind of 'extremely close-range' power generation technique. You probably have a high-elasticity spring implanted in your body to generate power instantly?"

"Boring."

As soon as Gaolang finished speaking, he delivered another vertical, liver-piercing punch, striking Dol's lower abdomen.

With a muffled thud, Dorr opened his mouth and coughed up blood.

Gaolang immediately stood up, creating a relatively safe distance, waiting for Dorr to "stand up" again, or to regain his ability to counterattack.

—So strong!
This was the view held by Shiraki, Robinson, and Dorr himself at this time.

Dorr, however, clearly had more ulterior motives.

He still has a secret weapon he hasn't used yet, but he needs to seize the right opportunity, so he must wait for Gaolang to launch the next attack—to ensure that the weapon can hit its target!

Come on! Come on over!!

Dol felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, but he was already prepared to launch a counterattack at the crucial moment.

Just then, a sudden change occurred—

Wow!

A giant man suddenly leaped over the bushes and landed steadily on the park track, his face covered in blood, as if he had just escaped from somewhere.

"……what?"

The giant raised his head and looked at the crowd not far away—especially Dorr, who had been beaten and coughed up blood. He blinked in surprise.

He is over two meters tall and weighs over 150 kg, wearing sweatpants and a gray sweatshirt.

He wore a melon-shaped hat, had long white hair and a beard, and was about sixty or seventy years old. The muscles and wrinkles on his face were very noticeable.

He was another death row inmate—Dorian!

Judging from his expression, Dorian clearly hadn't expected to run into Dorian in the park this evening, let alone witness a battle taking place.

"Good evening, gentlemen..."

Dorian paused for a moment, then raised an eyebrow to indicate, "Please continue, I just happened to be passing by."

He immediately turned his head, casually put his hands in his pockets, and hummed a strange little tune, as if he was about to leave via a side path.

And in the next second—

Ode!
Hidden in the shadows, Shiramu Cheng burst out at the closest moment and threw a punch at Dorian.

Dorian was shocked and hurriedly raised his left hand to block, but the fist and palm were smashed into his face together.

[Strike to the extreme] —

Boom! !
In an instant, Dorian's eyelids fluttered wildly as his massive body flew backward, crashing heavily into the lamppost railing behind him.

Bang!

The streetlights trembled violently, twisted and warped from the impact, and Dorian was shaking uncontrollably, blood gushing from his mouth and nose.

"Aha, I knew it!"

Shiraki looked at Dorian's hand and, sure enough, found a grenade in his right hand. The safety pin had been removed, but the pull ring had not been pulled.

Dorian really wanted to throw a grenade!
"But it doesn't matter anyway..."

Bai Mucheng changed the subject, took a quick step forward, and suddenly raised his right leg into the air.

Jamie's Sunny Legs!
Snapped!
The grenade in Dorian's hand was kicked away to a distance.

His right hand hurt, his face felt sore and swollen, and his head was dizzy, so he couldn't react in time.

Shiramu Cheng then twisted his waist and hips, forcefully striking out with his left elbow, hitting Dorian in the lower abdomen.

[Sagat's Tiger-like Elbow Slam]!
Boom!
Dorian was struck hard in the abdomen with an elbow and immediately staggered back several steps, clutching his stomach and gagging incessantly. He could vaguely hear Bai Mucheng's voice.

"Even if I'm wrong, even if you really want to leave, it's okay..."

"Because I want to beat you up."

(End of this chapter)