Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 200 Despicable Tricks

click!
Dorian's finger still had the circular grenade pull ring hanging from it, but the end of the grenade had been kicked away by Shiraki, leaving it empty.

The grenade flew high into the air and eventually landed on an open ground some distance away.

——Boom!
The grenade exploded with a deafening roar, scattering fragments, flames, and thick smoke before finally dissipating in the darkening evening breeze, carrying with it the pungent smell of gunpowder.

"...Whoosh!"

Dorian paused for a moment, then suddenly took a deep breath, expelling the blood clots from his nose, which choked him and brought tears to his eyes.

"Haha, luckily, I managed to block it with my hand..."

"What a powerful punch, like a dream."

He straightened up, looked up at Bai Mucheng, and saw that the other's calm face was full of anger, so he couldn't help but smile indifferently.

"Mr. Shiraki, you seem to harbor a deep resentment towards grenades..."

Bai Mucheng shrugged, neither confirming nor denying it.

……

……

far away.

Robinson, who was already somewhat flustered, was now even more frightened by the sudden grenade explosion.

"F...Fuck!"

Even that sunny and positive world-class athlete couldn't help but swear at this moment.

He was a fighter after all, so he could see the general situation.

"Cheng, Gaolang! Are those two dangerous individuals here to challenge you to a duel of no mercy?"

After receiving a look from the two men, Robinson became even more puzzled and frowned as he looked at the other two dangerous attackers.

"But can something like this really be called a duel between men?!"

"Daggers, springs, and even grenades!"

Robinson snorted.

"What's next? Are we going to have to use submachine guns, poison, and smoke grenades again?!"

"This is not a duel at all!"

"..."

After he finished speaking, Dorian chuckled softly and remained silent.

Dole, who was slightly closer, straightened up after catching his breath, opened his eyes wide and looked at Robinson, his gaze surprisingly clear.

You mean... a duel?

Dole turned to Robinson, "So what constitutes a duel...?"

Seeing Robinson remain silent, Dole continued to ask questions with a serious expression, which only made the atmosphere more distorted and strange.

"Teach me, what is a duel?"

"..."

Robinson paused, swallowed, and said, "Okay, then I'll ask you."

He gestured with his fingers. "If I were to duel you here, but I suddenly pulled out a pistol, what would you think?"

"what……?"

Upon hearing this, Dole suddenly widened his eyes, unable to understand Robinson's question.

"Then go ahead and use it!"

He answered frankly, as if someone were asking: What should a thirsty person do after opening a bottle of water?

"If drawing your gun can win, then you should draw your gun without hesitation!"

Seeing Robinson's face covered in cold sweat, Dole spat out the blood in his mouth, "Are you mistaken? I'm not a fighter."

"My goal is not to become a world champion, and I have no interest in fame."

Dol raised his chin. "I only need to confirm one thing—that is, 'I am the strongest.'"

Robinson was alarmed by this viewpoint. "What do you mean by 'strongest'?"

Dol wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. "I'm not going to lose to anyone."

"..."

Having said that, Robinson had nothing more to say.

But Gaolang, facing Dorr, narrowed his eyes. "You don't want to lose to anyone, yet you participated in this tournament, eager to experience the feeling of defeat?"

"Exactly."

Dol smiled faintly, "The best way to taste defeat is to have your opponent snatch victory from you even after you've given it your all."

Will this wish come true today?

Dol looked at Bai Mucheng not far away, and then glanced at Dorian.

“I don’t know what that old white man was thinking. I didn’t know him before I came to Tokyo, but what he just said was exactly what I thought.”

Finally, his slightly sinister, sharp gaze fell back on Gaolang.

"I can tell you're someone who's willing to 'fight for others,' perhaps a bodyguard? By the way, why don't you stay with your employer?"

"What a naive fighter..."

Dorr said a lot, but in the end, he was doing the same thing—

He was looking for Gaolang's weakness.

No matter the angle, the boxer had no weaknesses whatsoever, and didn't even leave a single chance to get close!

Dol was thinking: What should I do?
Gaolang was also wondering: what should he do?
Faced with an attack from an unknown weapon, Gaolang made a decision to seize the initiative the moment Dorr attacked!
The two sides were briefly deadlocked.

……

...On the other side—

The scene at Shiraki and Dorian's place was even more "lively".

"spit!"

Dorian spat out the blood and foam in his mouth, smacked his lips, and spat out half a broken tooth.

He raised his left hand—his hand had been hit by Bai Mucheng's heavy punch earlier, which had slammed into his face along with his palm, and now even the back of his hand was cut by his own teeth.

Compared to the "elbow strike" that hit him directly in the abdomen, Dorian felt that the first punch hurt more!
It’s different…

Dorian is now certain of one thing.

Compared to the kid he had accidentally encountered in the underground passage before, Shiraki Cheng was different now!

They have mastered more techniques and their movements are more skillful.

In other words—he became stronger and more adapted to combat!

"Ha ha!"

Thinking of this, Dorian couldn't help but grin, but suddenly his brows furrowed, as if there was a fresh wound on one side of his shoulder.

Has Dorian been fighting before?
Shiraki recalled the spot where Dorian had emerged; it seemed that if one continued in that direction and crossed a small river, one would reach the headquarters of the Divine Heart Society.

Given Dorian's interest in Dokuji Doppo, it's not hard to deduce what he did before.

Bai Mucheng raised an eyebrow. "You went to the Divine Heart Hall to say hello?"

"Sorry, I'm really fascinated by Doppo Okuchi, but unfortunately he wasn't at the dojo today, so I just greeted some people here."

Dorian clenched his fist and smiled at Shiramu Cheng. "But now, my thoughts have changed—I seem to want to see you more."

Shiraki was somewhat surprised.

Dorian looked at him sincerely and continued, "Because now, I feel that we are more like the same kind of people."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Bai Mucheng blinked, then scratched his head. "Is this an insult? Should I get angry now?"

"Hahahaha!"

Dorian laughed heartily, filling the air with a joyful atmosphere.

The next moment——

Swish!
Shiraki pushed off the ground and charged forward, launching a fierce attack on Dorian. However, he stopped just before entering Dorian's attack range, took a half step back, and threw a quick left straight punch.

[Luke's Weapon Suppressor]!
boom!
Dorian was thrown off balance and hit on the nose again, but he charged forward despite Bai Mucheng's fist, thrusting his right hand straight at Bai Mucheng's throat.

In a flash, Shiramu Cheng suddenly raised his knee, deflecting Dorian's piercing hand. Then, he stomped his raised knee on the ground, twisted his waist and hips to generate power, and swung his right elbow forward.

[A fierce tiger unleashes its fury in retribution!]
Ode!
Originating from the fighting spirit of Muay Thai, it can block the opponent's moves and then turn into an attack with the fastest speed!
Boom!
Dorian was struck in the chest again, producing a dull thud. He opened his mouth and coughed up blood, which splattered onto Bai Mucheng's face.

This spit of blood was not premeditated, but it was still a treacherous trick of "blinding one's eyes with blood"!

But Shiraki Cheng was also prepared for this!

His pupils trembled violently, and instantly his "engine" was activated, driving his eyelids with intense consciousness to avoid unconscious blinking.

Dorian's every move was visible to the crimson gaze!

"Stop!"

With a loud shout, Bai Mucheng forcefully thrust his left elbow upwards at close range, smashing Dorian's face open, causing blood from his mouth and nose to splatter in an arc in mid-air.

【Sagat Tiger Rock】!
After creating considerable distance, Shiramu suddenly raised his leg, but instead of kneeing Dorian, he stepped on Dorian's front knee to restrict his movement.

Bai Mucheng clenched his fists, elbows at a 90-degree angle, pulled his arms back to their limit, and simultaneously swung his left and right hands forward with great force.

Guile's Sonic Blade!
Swish!
Dorian was struck hard in the chest, his hoodie ripped open instantly, revealing two bloody wounds.

However, Shiramu Cheng could clearly sense that the two wounds were too shallow, only scratching the surface of the skin, far from being enough to determine the outcome of the battle.

It turned out that Dorian had pulled back first, trying to avoid the fatal blow.

But instead of retaliating, Dorian retreated further, seemingly still holding something in his hand.

—It's a lighter!

On one corner of the lighter's base, there appeared to be two barely perceptible "thin lines" that were gently floating in the air.

coming!

Bai Mucheng's consciousness went berserk, and memories surged through his mind.

If Dorr's depravity was manifested in his physical modifications and use of weapons, then Dorian's depravity was completely submerged in his soul.

How could he not resort to tricks?

Those hidden fine threads floating in the air are the finest silk threads used in the aerospace field. They are even lighter to the touch than a spider web and cannot be detected by humans.

Just four-thousandths of a millimeter—that is, four micrometers—can withstand a tension of two hundred kilograms.

If this were placed over a human body, it could easily cut through flesh and break bones with a single pull!

Another dirty trick by Dorian!

Bai Mucheng had already devised a plan. He strode forward and charged, one foot already under Dorian's crotch. The two figures intertwined, facing each other at extremely close range.

At this distance, the speed of a Muay Thai elbow strike is much faster than the speed of a silk thread retracting!
come on!

The moment a stinging sensation appears on one's skin—a cut from the fiber thread—one will instinctively twist to deflect the force and then proceed to beat Dorian even more!

bring it on! !
Come on... um?

Bai Mucheng did not experience the expected stinging pain.

On the other hand, in a slightly farther place—

Dol suddenly trembled, then his left wrist was pulled, and he was dragged towards Dorian while swaying, bumping into Gaolang along the way.

Wow!

Dorian's fibers wrapped around Dolor's wrist and encompassed Gaolan!
(End of this chapter)