Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 211 Aesthetics
“…La vie~~~”

"Whether it's a morning flooded by rain or a night torrential downpour, I will give it my all..."

"If pain invades your heart, think of the clear blue sky and try your best to endure and move forward!"

That's life~~~

Dorian sat alone on the road, humming a tune that echoed in the dark night.

Inside the courtyard, the expressions on people's faces varied as they listened to the music.

"..."

Blood vessels bulged around Wu Fengshui's eyes, and he opened his eyes to look at Dorian outside the hospital.

"—He's very strong."

The Wu clan girl sat cross-legged on the ground, leaning against her backpack—which contained several guns—but it was still difficult to dispel the oppressive feeling from the people outside the courtyard.

"Even without resorting to tricks, that death row inmate named Dorian is still 'monster' level in strength. I can't kill him."

"..."

Hearing the girl's exclamation, Katsumi Guji couldn't help but exclaim, "Feng Shui lady, you're really amazing!"

Bai Mucheng smiled and said, "Is that even a question?"

"No, I'm not just talking about 'strength,' I'm also talking about this..."

Yuji shook his head, still fiddling with a remote control in his hand, which he had just gotten from Wu Fengshui—a simple, disposable one-time-use device to detonate a grenade at the door.

"This thing is really amazing. It can produce a violent explosion with just a light press."

"It feels impressive to be able to use this without hesitation."

"There are also Dorian's fibers, as well as the hidden weapons that Brother Baimu encountered—Liu Longguang's concealed weapons, and Dor's murder weapons and explosives."

"Is using these things the difference between competition and real combat?"

Unable to conceal his confusion, Yu Di Keji turned to look at the burning fire line.

"I always feel that if you use these things, you can't be considered a karate master."

"But what's wrong with being a karate practitioner?"

Katsumi covered one of his arms, the one that had been injured by Dorian earlier.

Although he has basically recovered, he still feels a slight pain when he sees Dorian in person again.

"Before the street fighting tournament began, I suffered two consecutive defeats—"

"The first time was Mr. Lie, and the second time was Brother Bai Mu."

"I'm already racing against time, trying to complete the karate I envision..."

"It suddenly occurred to me that if I asked Kaoru Hanayama about these things, he'd probably punch me away, right? Haha!"

Katsumi suddenly raised his head, looked at Shiraki Seiwa and Goji Doppo, and showed them the remote control for the grenade.

“Dad, and Brother Shiraki, would it be wrong for me to incorporate these kinds of weapons into karate combat? After all, they are quite powerful.”

"..."

This question caused both Katahara Metsudo and Lamar to raise their eyebrows slightly, showing a hint of interest.

The purpose of this "Kengan Zealots Street Fight" is to find out "what is strength", so it starts with "fighting".

So, in pursuit of power, should one adopt various tricks and use them in battle?

"..."

Bai Mucheng lowered his head in deep thought, but Yudi Dubu spoke first.

"You are not wrong."

Doppo looked at Katsumi and the others, "The true meaning of martial arts is not to defeat the enemy in a flashy way, but to win even if the method is inferior and low-class!"

"If we can't win, then it's pointless."

"..."

Everyone sensed the hidden meaning in Dubu's words. Lalma smiled and asked, "I see. As expected of the [Martial God] Dubu of Yudi. But it seems you have something else to say."

"Yes."

Du Bu nodded, sat cross-legged, and smiled, "That's an 'aesthetic view'."

Seeing the puzzled crowd, Doppo tilted his head and explained, "Actually, it's just that we don't prepare weapons specifically."

"Karate practitioners have always been practicing fighting in their daily training, and they spend a lot of time studying how to defeat their opponents."

Doppo raised an eyebrow and looked at the remote control in Katsumi's hand.

"And if we're talking about using that kind of thing, I think it's like—cheating."

"We already carry quite a few weapons, such as fists, feet, palms, elbows, knees, heads, etc., so we can't prepare any special equipment."

"The 'bag' I sometimes carry in my hand, the 'fan' I sometimes carry, the 'belt' I wear around my waist, the 'shoes' I wear on my feet..."

"And the 'murder weapon' in their possession!"

"If we had to draw a clear line for us martial artists, then the weapons we can use in battle would be limited to this."

"Whether it's a handful of sand or a pencil, if you hold it in your hand 'before the battle,' then the glory of a martial artist is lost."

Dudu slapped his thighs with both hands and took a deep breath.

"The feng shui girl is an assassin; she's just giving us a warning on our own turf, so it doesn't matter."

"—This is what I'm thinking, do you understand? Katsumi."

"..."

Yuji Katsumi remained silent, as if he still had doubts in his heart.

Seeing this, Katahara Metsudo clapped his hands with a smile and exclaimed to Lamar beside him, "Not bad, tonight is just as interesting as I expected!" "Indeed."

Lalma rested his cheek on one side, glancing at Gaolang, "I'm also looking forward to your revenge battle."

……

……

As they spoke, the gasoline at the door burned out, and the flames gradually died down.

Inside the courtyard, the people continued their idle chatter, seemingly having forgotten Dorian's existence.

suddenly--

Snapped!
Shiraki suddenly slapped his thigh, about to stand up, but was pressed down by Katsumi Guji next to him.

"Brother Bai Mu, give me a chance. I want to settle accounts with him first."

"..."

Bai Mucheng paused for a moment before reluctantly sitting down.

But just as Katsumi was about to get up, Rito, who had been silent all along, suddenly stood up, patted his pants, and grinned at everyone, "Anyway, let me go to the toilet first, please."

Upon hearing this, not only Shiraki Shōka and Katsumi, but also the others were stunned.

Seeing Rito walk towards the door, Katsumi couldn't help but remind him, "Brother, give up, you still..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yuji Doppo raised his hand to stop him.

"Just watch closely, Katsumi."

A glint of light flashed in Du Bu's single eye, and he chuckled softly, "This young man's ideas are much simpler than yours."

"..."

Before Katsumi could say anything more, he saw Shiraki Sho raise his hand and slap Rito, who was passing by, with a "smack".

Bai Mucheng laughed and said, "The toilet floor is slippery, be careful."

Rito spread his five fingers, veins bulging on the back of his hand. "Understood!"

……

……

On the street outside the courtyard, Dorian finally met his first duelist.

"You can't do it."

After glancing at the other person and sizing him up, Dorian couldn't hide the disappointment in his voice, "You're far from qualified to present me with defeat as a gift..."

Rito took off his shirt, got into a fighting stance, and said, "Why don't you try it and see?"

Dorian raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

Swish!
Before he could finish speaking, Rito launched the first attack, raising his leg for a low sweeping strike.

Dorian raised his leg to dodge, his movements light and agile. Suddenly, his foot landed on the ground, and as he pressed down on his body, he pushed forward with the heel of his palm, unleashing a powerful horse stance strike.

boom!
The palm struck Li Ren squarely in the chest, sending him flying. He coughed up blood with a loud "whoosh".

"..."

But when Dorian withdrew his right arm, he saw two "scratches" on his forearm. It turned out that the skin had been scratched by Rihito's fingers, and a few drops of blood were oozing from the subcutaneous tissue.

"Oh? You mean strength? Your talent isn't bad."

Even someone as powerful as Dorian quickly identified his opponent's special technique.

He licked the blood off his forearm, raised an eyebrow at Rito, and said, "Blindly challenging powerful opponents in pursuit of the title of 'strongest' is truly foolish."

"But this outcome seems to be exactly what you hoped for..."

Dorian's eyes darted around, glancing at the people in the courtyard.

"Undeniably, since it was you who proposed the 'duel,' no matter how many people are gathered here, they can only fight me one-on-one."

"In that case, you have absolutely no chance of defeating me!"

Dorian looked at the injured Rihito, then slowly walked over to the charred hoodie.

"The weather is nice tonight."

“If all of you attack together, even if I don’t lose, it will be difficult for me to escape unscathed. I will run away without hesitation.”

"Conceal your strength, feign weakness, avoid desperate situations, and create opportunities..."

"The above are all essential steps in order to savor the sweet taste of defeat."

Wow!
Dorian picked up the tattered hoodie and pulled a metal can from the inside pocket.

After opening the lid, a dark yellow, viscous liquid was revealed inside.

"This is lubricating grease..."

Dorian then pulled two beer bottles from his pocket, smashed them on the ground, and then immersed his hands in lubricant.

"Your finger strength is extraordinary, and you seem to be able to easily cut through the human body, but in my opinion, it's still too pitiful."

"You overestimate your destructive power, and your method of use is too immature."

Dorian clenched his fists, which were covered in grease and sharp shards of glass.

"This is a fighting style that gangsters created and used before Prohibition was issued—back when Al Capone was still a small-time hoodlum."

"In this way, my fist can cut the human body just like your finger."

Dorian looked at Rihime.

"Let me teach you how to use this kind of 'murder weapon'..."

(End of this chapter)