Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 202 The Same Kind of People?

"Shiroki! Gaoran!"

Retsukai ran at top speed, crashing into the smoke and dust of the explosion. He then stomped down with a loud "thud," dispersing the billowing smoke.

Robinson looked closely and was finally able to see the faces of Shiraki Seiji and Gaolang clearly.

Those two weren't in good condition—

Gaolang had many cuts on his body, most of which were caused by fibroids. His arms, which were caught in the wound, were particularly badly injured. He also had wounds on his waist, abdomen, and thighs, totaling more than a dozen.

Thanks to Gaoran's extensive combat experience, he managed to contract his body as much as possible, using his muscles or joints to compress blood vessels, thus preventing excessive bleeding.

As for Shiramu Cheng, although he only had one cut on his back, he was bleeding quite a bit.

The left eyeball was bloodshot, and bright red tear stains were still wet.

But the most serious incident was the "explosion" that Dorian created using Dolor's body before escaping.

That was the explosive that Dorian had buried in his chest, pressed against the pad on his chest skin. It was a killing move he intended to use against Gaolang, but Dorian discovered it and used it against him.

Shiraki pulled Gaolang to dodge, but the left half of his body was affected by the blast wave. His left arm and left leg were burned by the heat wave, and there were also shards that cut him and even embedded themselves in his skin!

The scene was truly horrific!
Having witnessed the battle just now, Robinson had no doubt that if Dorian or Dol had stayed, Shiraki and Gaolang could still put up a fight.

Both of them can do it!

However, if the opponent is fleeing now, there is absolutely no need to hold on; you must get to the hospital as soon as possible!
"I'll call an ambulance."

Retsukai asked Shiraki to lean against him, took out his phone with one hand, and used the other hand to press on Gaulang's body to help stop the bleeding as much as possible.

"..."

While waiting for the ambulance, Retsu Kaioh explained what he had just been doing.

About half an hour ago, Dorian, wanting to see the unique side of the foolish, took the initiative to visit the headquarters of the Divine Heart Society.

While Doppo was not present, he stumbled upon Katsumi Guji training his disciples, as well as Retsukai-oh, who had been invited to give another martial arts lecture.

What happened next was not hard to guess.

Dorian pretended to take off his shoes to enter the arena, but suddenly threw them out and ambushed Katsumi.

But after experiencing so much—especially the two defeats on the Esporal and the real-world exchanges with Retsu Kaioh, Gaolang, Shiraki, and others—Katsumi Guji had long anticipated this sneak attack.

He launched a counterattack by pushing off the ground, catching Dorian completely off guard.

However, Dorian's resilience was beyond expectations. Even after being hit by a "three-hit combo" from karate, he was still able to launch a counterattack the moment he fell to the ground.

call out!
Dorian threw a piece of broken wood—it was left over from the previous military drill.

Katsumi dodged to the side, but was still hit on the left arm. Immediately afterward, Dorian's flying kick struck Katsumi in the face.

Dorian landed a hit and tried to escape, but was blocked by Retsu Kaioh.

To Retsu Haiwang's surprise, Dorian burst into tears and showed weakness, then took out a lighter and sprayed out a small amount of gasoline hidden in his mouth.

call!
The raging flames gave Dorian an opportunity to escape.

Enraged, Retsukai and Katsumi immediately rushed out of the Shinshin-kai headquarters, but were outmaneuvered by Dorian using a small river along the way.

Katsumi contacted the nearby Shinshin-kai disciples and learned that Dorian had appeared near the park. He immediately rushed over with Retsukai-oh.

"..."

Retsu Kaioh frowned in thought, "Dorian's moves give me a vague sense of familiarity."

Katsumi clutched his left shoulder, the pain still lingering, and gritted his teeth, "That bastard, he still managed to get away after all..."

Just then, another figure walked over, making a helpless joke.

"We should see each other again soon, right? After all, he's quite infatuated with both me and Shiraki-kun."

Everyone turned to look and saw that the newcomer was a one-eyed bald man—it was Yuji Dobu, wearing a casual plaid shirt, as if he had just returned from somewhere else.

Katsumi pouted and teased, "The headquarters of the Divine Heart Society was already in chaos, Dad, why are you still wandering around?"

Dubu stepped forward and took over from Liehaiwang to support Gaolang. "It's been quite lively lately, so I couldn't resist finding a place to cultivate."

He pressed on Gaolang's acupressure point to stop the bleeding. "By the way, aren't you now the representative of the Divine Heart Society?"

"And you're the founder of the Divine Heart Society!"

Katsumi frowned. "I said, Dad, about this matter..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yuji Doppo responded in a deep voice, "Yes, this matter is not over."

"After all, causing a scene at the headquarters of the Divine Heart Society and injuring a specially invited instructor of the Divine Heart Society—if one could tolerate this, one would not be a martial artist."

Doppo grinned, a sly glint in his left eye. "That's why I said we'd say 'goodbye' to him soon..."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Keji was somewhat puzzled, but knowing his father's temper well, he said no more.

If Yuji Doppo says he'll "see you again soon," then he will definitely "see you again soon"!
……

……

The ambulance arrived, picked up the three injured people, and took them to the hospital.

Because of the complexity of Gaolang and Shiraki's injuries, which were difficult for ordinary doctors to treat, Guji Doppo decided to contact Hao Hongye.

However, Gao Hongye was busy with other surgeries, so she recommended her college classmate, a strange doctor named "Yingchu".

He was a effeminate young man who was a little over 170cm tall, with short dark blond hair and a creepy smile, but his medical skills were widely recognized as superb.

Upon hearing that there was an opportunity to treat "underground fighters"—even to suture their skin—Yingchu's eyes lit up as she arrived.

Upon entering the ward, he uttered something astonishing.

Yingchu: "Could you please cut it open so you can take a look?"

Everyone: "No." Yingchu: "...Now?"

Everyone: "No."

"..."

Slightly disappointed, Yingchu first quickly treated Yuji Katsumi's shoulder injury, and then began to treat Shiraki Sei and Kaoran at the same time.

The surgery began in the middle of the night and lasted until dawn, and was successfully completed.

Everyone rested for a morning.

In the afternoon, Yingchu came to visit the ward and asked if anyone was willing to volunteer for autopsy, but found the atmosphere there to be quite lively.

The three injured are: Shiraki Sei, Guji Katsumi, and Kaoran.

There were also three visitors: Wu Fengshui, Lie Haiwang, and Lamar XIII.

Wu Fengshui was peeling an apple for Bai Mucheng, who then took it and ate it in big bites.
Retsukai was peeling an apple for Guji Katsumi, cutting it into small pieces, putting them in a small bowl, sticking toothpicks in it, and placing it in front of Guji Katsumi.

King Larma XIII followed suit, but Gaolang was extremely worried, fearing that His Majesty might accidentally cut himself with a knife, and patiently guided him step by step.

"..."

Yingchu nodded in satisfaction, "Hmm, it looks like you're recovering quite well!"

Everyone thanked the doctor, but Yingchu didn't seem to care.

"After all, the cut was very sharp—it must have been a fiber even thinner than a piano wire, and it was delivered very promptly; any later and it would have been troublesome."

Yingchu picked up the medical record and, while pacing back and forth, said the doctor's orders, "Mr. Yudi can be discharged now, but I would also welcome him to stay a little longer."

"Mr. Gaolang was originally the most seriously injured, but the stitching surgery was very successful. In a few days, there won't even be a scar. If he wants to beat someone up, he can do it the day after tomorrow."

"As for Mr. Shiraki—"

Yingchu stopped there.

Wu Fengshui's eyes darted around. "How about Bai Muqin?"

Yingchu sighed, "What a pity."

Wu Fengshui was nervous.

Yingchu added, "He was only burned on his left leg and left arm by the explosion. An ordinary person would need a week to recover, but a fighter would probably recover even faster."

Wu Fengshui blinked. "Then why are you sighing?"

Yingchu shrugged helplessly, "That means there's no way to get him to donate his body! Sakurai An said his brain is very special."

Wu Fengshui: "..."

Wu Fengshui: "Isn't your job as a criminal?"

Wow, a professional hitman is calling someone a criminal!
— Bai Mucheng wanted to say that, but Wu Fengshui had given him far too many apples.

While eating a peeled apple, Shiramu Cheng lay on his side on the hospital bed—to avoid pressing on his back wound—but the more he turned his head, the more annoyed he felt.

Dorian said, "We are 'the same kind of people'..."

who? I?
Bai Mucheng frowned, rubbing his chin as he fell into deep thought.

Dorian then went on to elaborate, stating that Shiraki's "fighting style" was "the same type" as his.

What is this...

Bai Mucheng seemed to be deep in thought. After thinking for a long time, a sudden jolt of electricity flashed through his mind.

Dorian himself was not weak, and his body had obviously undergone long-term training—even after being hit by a [Strike of the Extreme], he was still able to fight back.

But he was so engrossed in his own little tricks that this despicable behavior had seeped into his very soul, and he could no longer stop.

Or rather, it's not that Dorian is using those tricks, but rather that the tricks are using Dorian, and Dorian simply cannot resist!
What about Shiraki Cheng himself?

With his vast array of fighting skills—and perhaps even more—will he one day become unstoppable, ultimately exceeding the control of his own soul?

How should one deal with the tendency of those moves to ultimately "end the opponent's life"?

A surge of killing intent...

In an instant, Bai Mucheng felt a blur before his eyes, with countless paths vaguely appearing, but he didn't know how to choose.

"..."

After thinking it over, he decided to go out for a walk.

Seeing Bai Mucheng's distress, Wu Fengshui tilted his head and asked, "Do you want me to keep you company?"

Bai Mucheng rubbed Wu Fengshui's head, waved his hand to indicate that it wasn't necessary this time, and promised to do so next time.

……

……

Shiramu Cheng's left side was still wrapped in bandages, and his waist was also completely wrapped. He was wearing a short-sleeved shirt on his upper body.

He left the hospital and walked the streets, but he always felt that no matter which road he took, it was wrong.

"..."

Unbeknownst to him, he walked to a bustling commercial street, passed through a small alley, and was drawn to a dead corner at the end of the alley.

Behind the building—in a deserted parking lot—two people appeared to be preparing to "fight."

One of them was a burly man with blond hair. Just by looking at his face, you could tell he was no ordinary person. His ten fingers were spread wide open like claws, giving him a razor-sharp look.

It's someone I know!
Bai Mucheng raised an eyebrow, leaned against the wall beside him, and looked at the other person—

He was a young man, around twenty-five years old, wearing a hooded jacket, and was doing limb stretches.

(End of this chapter)