Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 210 That is Life

Perhaps it's just a coincidence.

*Sizzle—snap!*
The old streetlights at the end of the street malfunctioned tonight, struggling for a few moments before going out completely.

In the deep darkness of the night, Dorian walked slowly with heavy steps toward his destination—

Fighting Spirit Martial Arts School.

At this moment, two bodyguards in suits had been waiting for a long time in front of the courtyard gate.

They came from Katahara Metsudo's "guard team" and all possessed strength comparable to that of a fighter, hoping to one day distinguish themselves.

Therefore, they planned to take down the death row inmate named "Dorian" before the strongmen in the courtyard could!

Katahara Metsudo did not dislike ambitious people, and therefore tacitly approved of their actions.

"..."

The two guards stood still, assumed fighting stances, and faced the burly old man in his sixties, with silver hair and beard, slightly balding, but standing at least 205cm tall.

Dorian raised an eyebrow and sighed softly, "Get out of here—"

Swish!
Before he could finish speaking, the two guards suddenly launched a sneak attack, sliding forward and thrusting their hands out from the left and right to attack Dorian from both sides.

Dorian's expression remained unchanged, and he suddenly reached forward with both hands, pressing his thumbs down on the necks of the two guards.

Snapped.

It was just a light touch, with little noise.

However, Dorian's fingers precisely pressed the carotid arteries of the two guards, causing their brains to instantly become deprived of blood and go blank.

The two guards went limp and were grabbed by the neck by Dorian, who then flung them to the left and right.

Boom!

Two guards crashed into the wall, their heads bleeding profusely.

"This kind of trash is not enough to make me taste defeat."

Dorian strolled leisurely to the front of the courtyard gate.

His composed demeanor caused the other guards to widen their eyes in surprise, immediately putting them on high alert.

The guards instinctively felt that this death row inmate named "Dorian" gave them a terror no less than that of "Fang of Annihilation"!
"..."

Dorian stepped halfway into the courtyard, his gaze sweeping over the people inside, a somewhat enigmatic smile appearing on his face.

He pulled out the two challenge letters and threw them in the courtyard. "Your Excellency, I've arrived."

After saying that, Dorian stretched and yawned, exhaling puffs of hot air.

"call!"

Dorian exclaimed, "Thanks to your challenge, I was able to rest for a whole week. I haven't had such a pleasant time in a long time!"

"So, who do you plan to be my opponent first? Retsu Kaioh? Or Shiraki?"

"..."

But before anyone could reply, Dorian suddenly raised his hand and gestured, "Wait a moment, I have something to ask you."

He first lit a cigarette, then took out a lighter, and then suddenly—

Lifting up the hoodie, I pulled out a bulging, transparent water bag filled with some kind of semi-transparent liquid!

Dorian smiled and asked, "Gentlemen, do you like gasoline?"

As expected, it's another despicable trick!
At such close range, if Dorian were to puncture the water bag and spill the gasoline inside, he could instantly ignite everyone in the yard!

So, in response to this tactic, someone raised their hand—

She said she would go first.

Bai Mucheng pointed to the side.

Dorian's eyes darted around, following Shiraki's gaze, and he saw a short-haired girl with black eyes and white pupils, gesturing with her hand raised.

A member of the Wu clan? A woman?

Dorian was taken aback and before he could react, he heard Wu Fengshui's voice.

"Then let me ask you, Mr. Dorian..."

Wu Fengshui smiled and raised his right hand, holding a remote control in his hand. "Do you like remote-controlled grenades?"

Dorian: "..."

Dorian: "—?!"

Boom! ! !

At the entrance to the courtyard—below Dorian's feet—a deafening explosion erupted, sending billowing smoke and flames soaring into the air, scattering dirt and shrapnel in all directions.

The water-filled bags were shattered, some spilling onto the ground and others splashing onto Dorian, which was then ignited by the explosion. The fire instantly engulfed Dorian before it was swallowed by thick smoke.

Wow——!
Dorian has disappeared.

"Yes!" Wu Fengshui clenched his fist, finally venting his anger, but when he turned around, he found that Bai Mucheng was a little unhappy.

Was it because the courtyard wall was damaged by bombing?
She poked Bai Mucheng's lips with her finger and said, "It's okay, the courtyard wall is easy to repair, I'll help you."

Bai Mucheng waved his hand, and the corner of his mouth twitched as Wu Fengshui pointed. "It's not the courtyard wall, I just simply hate hand grenades."

Wu Fengshui: "..."

Wu Fengshui: "Okay, next time we'll use landmines."

Immediately, Wu Fengshui's eyes rolled, his [Liberation] state activated, and his gaze pierced through the billowing smoke to look at the street outside the courtyard.

She saw Dorian's condition before anyone else and couldn't help but exclaim, "He reacted so quickly, taking off his clothes in an instant and not getting hurt much."

Everyone then turned to look.

A significant amount of gasoline was spilled at the entrance of the courtyard, which was then ignited by the explosion, creating a clear "flame demarcation line."

On this side of the fire line is the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Academy.

Including the guards, there were more than ten people in total, some standing and some sitting in the courtyard. Under the soft lights of the martial arts hall, it felt very bright and lively.

On the other side of the fire line—

In the dim night, Dorian took off his burning shirt, revealing his muscular upper body, wearing only brown trousers and leather shoes.

His body was covered in soot, and his silvery-white hair and beard had scorch marks from the fire. He looked somewhat disheveled, but he was not actually injured.

“Huh~~~!”

Dorian gasped for breath, coughing up the black smoke he had been choking on, and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"While remote-controlled grenades are exaggerated, they won't work on me unless it's a minefield—miss."

"Unfortunately, that alone is not enough to defeat me."

He twisted his neck, his gaze passing over the burning flames to look into the courtyard, and burst into uncontrollable laughter. "What's even more regrettable is that none of you can make me taste defeat..."

"Come and see if you don't believe me!"

"..."

When Dorian finished speaking, he was met not with rebuttal, but with no one even paying attention to him.

Wu Fengshui rubbed his chin, seriously considering his chances of assassinating Dorian, but ultimately found it extremely difficult, so he began to think about other battle situations.

She has recently been communicating with the headquarters about ancient jujutsu and has gained considerable experience in "battlefield combat".

Everyone else had their own things to do too.

Shiroki Cheng is sitting cross-legged in meditation, Yuji Katsumi is deep in thought, Retsu Haiwang is reminiscing, Gaolang is adjusting his state, Yuji Doppo is raising his eyebrows and chuckling, and Rijin is looking up at the sky.

"..."

Seeing this, Dorian paused for a moment, then shouted, "I won! Come at me again if you dare!"

No one responded.

Dorian stood on the other side of the line of fire, repeatedly shouting, "Come on if you dare! Attack now! You cannot defeat me!"

"I won!"

"I'm sure I'll win!"

……

……

That night, Katahara Metsudou, Katahara Sayaka, and their accompanying guards witnessed an incredibly bizarre scene—

The burning fire seemed to separate two worlds.

Under the soft light, a group of "losers" who had learned their lesson sat on the ground, exchanging a few words with each other from time to time.

Meanwhile, in the deep darkness, Dorian, all alone, was repeatedly emphasizing his "victory," his voice growing louder and louder.

Until the end...

Dorian sighed, fell silent, and sat cross-legged, silently watching the bright and colorful courtyard of the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall.

He started humming a song, a work by the singer "Yukari Kaneko".

The lyrics are relatively obscure, expressing both lament for bitter days and cherishing small hopes. One line in particular stands out—

O! toi la vie
It can be roughly translated as "That is life".

"..."

Dorian hummed the song, sitting alone in the night, letting the melody linger, waiting for the next duel to begin.

What is defeat?

What is strength?

(End of this chapter)