Super Fighting Tokyo

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The sound of the left kneecap shattering echoed in the night, clearly audible to every spectator in the courtyard.

"It's...it's broken..."

Li Ren's eyes widened.

Even though she already knew what Dorian had done and understood that he had only himself to blame, Rito still couldn't help but frown and feel a pang in her teeth.

This is not out of kindness, but stems from human instinct—the fear of joint fractures.

It sounds like it would hurt terribly!

"This is a full-power Muay Thai sweeping kick!"

Gaolang explained in a deep voice: "Although the front of a person's kneecap is very hard and can even be used for defense, the side is easily damaged."

"Therefore, many fighting styles, including Muay Thai, have deadly moves that target the joints."

"..."

"What a spectacular Muay Thai finishing move."

Dubu sighed in admiration, "Brother Shiraki—that kind of style, where you're completely immersed in the fight itself, is something Dorian will never be able to learn."

This "God of War" turned to look at Katsumi and Rito.

"Dorian did not dedicate everything to martial arts, but mistakenly regarded martial arts as a 'tool' to serve himself, and was therefore influenced by all sorts of tricks."

His single left eye curved upwards into a crescent moon, and he smiled slyly:
"The God of Martial Arts is a petty and narrow-minded person."

"Only by offering him everything you have, without keeping a single thing, will he give you the real thing."

"but--"

Du Bu changed the subject and looked at Bai Mucheng, "As far as Brother Bai Mu is concerned, the God of Martial Arts on his side must also like his passion, right?"

……

……

"Crack——!"

Dorian knelt on the ground, coughing up blood, his face contorted with rage as he gritted his teeth and looked up, only to see a scene that made him tremble all over.

Shiraki pulled his left elbow back to gather power, aimed at Dorian's head, and delivered a powerful downward elbow strike.

boom!
Dorian suffered a severe blow to the head, and his eyes trembled violently.

But Shiramu Cheng's movements did not stop. Instead, he squatted down and twisted his waist to the right, gathering power in his right fist at his waist, aiming at Dorian's downcast face.

[Tiger Conqueror] Finishing Move -

[Sagat's Fierce Tiger Rising Dragon Break]!
boom!
He threw an uppercut, pushing off the ground, and it landed squarely on Dorian's jaw.

With a muffled thud, the 205cm tall, robust body was thrown into the air, his feet leaving the ground about two meters off the ground, before he finally crashed heavily to the ground, lying on his back.

poof...

In the instant he fell, Shiramu gritted his teeth, took a step forward, and crouched down, his right elbow about to strike Dorian's face.

But just a few centimeters from Dorian's elbow, Shiraki suddenly stopped moving.

His pupils were still trembling violently, and his body began to shake as well.

At that moment, the wave of killing intent seemed to transform into countless iron chains, pulling Bai Mucheng around, forcing him to follow the predetermined action of the "killing intent" and fiercely strike down with his elbow.

But Bai Mucheng only paused for a moment, and the chains around him immediately turned into ink, drifting away into the night.

"I have so many things I want to do, so don't make the choices for me. I want to do them myself; that's the most interesting way..."

Shiraki stood up and looked down at Dorian.

Dorian's face was covered in blood, and his eyes were lifeless. It took him a while to finally see Bai Mucheng clearly.

"...Pfft...cough! Haha!"

Suddenly, Dorian couldn't help but burst into laughter, choking on the blood and broken teeth, and continued to laugh uncontrollably.

"As expected of a naive person, Lord Shiraki."

"You won't kill me? Do you think that suppressing your killing intent is strength? What a weak answer!"

"Ha ha ha ha……!"

Looking at Dorian laughing wildly, Bai Mucheng suddenly asked seriously, "What do you think constitutes strength?"

Dorian was stunned.

The next second—

Swish!
Shiramu Cheng used his left hand to grab Dorian's neck and lifted him up again, then aimed his right fist at Dorian's chest and punched him several times.

Bang bang bang!

Even with his well-developed pectoral muscles protecting him, those punches still cracked Dorian's ribs.

"This is 'killing intent'."

Shiramu Cheng released his left hand. "But this is not it."

Immediately afterwards, Shiraki kicked upwards with his right leg, his instep striking Dorian squarely in the groin, making the already bright red trousers even more bloody.

"This is killing intent again."

Bai Mucheng reached out his hands and supported Dorian, who was about to fall. "This is not it."

"This……"

He then thrust his hand out, aiming straight for Dorian's throat!
Swish!
Dorian's eyes widened, thinking he was about to be killed, but then he suddenly realized that Shiramu Cheng's finger hadn't pierced his throat, but rather...

It pierced straight into Dorian's own nostril!

"Ha! That's not murderous intent either~~~"

Bai Mucheng flicked his finger, tearing a small section of skin from Dorian's nostrils, drawing out two lines of blood. He then tripped Dorian, causing him to fall to the ground with a thud.

"Hahahaha!"

Shiraki clapped his hands and laughed, somewhat amused by Dorian, but mostly feeling an indescribable sense of exhilaration.

"..."

Dorian tried to struggle, but Shiramu Cheng suddenly raised his hand, as if to throw a punch.

In an instant, Dorian's muscles trembled violently, his teeth chattered, and his whole body twisted as he tried to back away and dodge.

When the white wood was taken in, Dorian stopped shaking.

Immediately, Shiramu Cheng swung his leg again, and Dorian began to tremble again, even he himself couldn't explain the feeling.

"...??"

Dorian stared at Bai Mucheng, feeling immense fear from every move the man made, causing him to react involuntarily. "I'm trembling...?"

This is what fear feels like!
"me……"

But Shiraki raised his hand again, and Dorian finally couldn't take it anymore and roared, "I lost!!"

With that, Bai Mucheng finally stopped, smiled, and turned to leave.

But the moment Dorian saw Shiramu's back, a thought suddenly welled up in his mind—

Don't go.

Dorian wanted to speak, but found it difficult to utter a sound.

Don't go, I don't want this to end!

But what tactics should I use to keep you here?

A kick? A somersault kick? A front kick? A horse stance punch?

No no no no…

One idea after another was rejected by Dorian, until finally, he found himself with no choice but to accept only one answer—

Right hand!

On the lower part of his right palm, near his wrist, there is a miniature bomb embedded, which can be detonated by tapping it at an angle!

Is this the only trick?

Yes, I had no choice but to do this!

An inexplicable sense of sorrow brought tears to Dorian's eyes, which mingled with blood and smeared across his face.

He exerted all his strength, leaped up recklessly, and pounced on Bai Mucheng, while simultaneously slapping his right wrist horizontally, intending to launch a surprise attack with a bomb.

But the next moment——

Swish!
Shiraki suddenly dodged to the side, avoiding Dorian's lunge.

He had already sensed the movement behind him, so he reacted extremely quickly, raising his right leg high into the air and aiming it at Dorian's back as he brought it down with all his might.

[Rumping and falling]!
Boom!
Dorian was stomped to the ground, and the bomb on his right wrist simultaneously slammed into the ground and detonated.

Boom!

The bomb exploded, and although its power wasn't great, it still caused some damage at close range, directly blowing Dorian's right hand apart.

"..."

Before the smoke of battle had even cleared, Bai Mucheng had already left.

But Dorian suddenly sensed something and stood up again with a "whoosh".

His hands were mangled and hanging limply, his left knee was shattered, and he was standing on his right leg. His expression was somewhat bewildered, as if even he himself did not know why he had done it.

But looking at the person approaching, Dorian understood—

Retsu Kaioh has arrived.

Lie Haiwang walked out of the courtyard, raised his hand to give Bai Mucheng a high five, and then took over from Bai Mucheng, standing in front of Dorian, with only a step between them.

"Great."

Dorian's mouth was filled with blood, and he didn't even have the strength to spit it out. "I'm glad you came to find me, Retsukai-no-King..."

He let the blood drip down, looking at the calm-faced Lie Haiwang.

"I want to ask you, for you as the Sea King, as a martial artist—"

"What exactly is power?"

"..."

Retsu Neptune raised his eyes and faced Dorian directly, neither dodging nor avoiding him.

"The power to carry out one's own will, the power to act independently—to me, that is strength!"

"..."

Dorian followed the train of thought in the mind of the Sea King, "So that means..."

At this point, Dorian couldn't continue.

Retsukai added, "You crave defeat, yet you've never tasted defeat—you've never truly won even once!"

"Haha! This is a comedy..."

Dorian suddenly laughed, a laugh that splattered blood. "Ever since I started pursuing defeat, I thought I had tasted the sweetness of victory."

"But in fact, I've never won even once!"

"Hahahahaha!"

Dorian burst into laughter, even squeezing out tears of blood. "There's no comedy funnier than this!! What a masterpiece! Haha! A masterpiece indeed..."

After laughing for an unknown amount of time, Dorian suddenly fell silent.

“Fierce…”

Dorian looked up at Retsu no Kami and said calmly, "I want to defeat you."

"You cannot fulfill this wish."

Retsukai responded in a deep voice, took a step forward, lowered his waist, and assumed a fist-fighting stance, "Now, I will use my fists to shatter your budding little dream into nothingness!"

"..."

Dorian remained calm, raised his left fist, which had been smashed by Shiramoto, and then used his right hand, which had been blown apart by the bomb, to straighten and clench his left fingers one by one.

At the very least, it has to be a "fist," right?

With each strand he straightened, Dorian couldn't help but think—

I noticed it a long time ago, Retsu Kaioh.

I've always been the loser!!
My life should have been filled with victories, shining brightly.

But in reality, it was already shrouded in darkness...

"..."

Dorian finally clenched his left fist, but even with all his might, it was still loose.

He threw a punch at Retsu Kaioh!
then……

He was hit squarely in the face by Retsu Kaioh's fist, and flew backward, losing consciousness completely.

(End of this chapter)