Super Fighting Tokyo.

Gaolang's gaze remained unchanged, Shiraki listened to the lecture with a smile, but Robinson was even more astonished.

Dol said in a deep voice, "It is indeed illogical. Ordinary people would not think that they would go to such lengths, which is why it is worth doing so."

"Aren't there many ordinary people now who have artificial organs such as hearts, joints, and ventilators implanted in their bodies to maintain their lives?"

"Investing a lot of money in surgery to implant weapons into the body—this technology is not surprising today."

Click!

Dol bent his left elbow, the tip of the knife re-emerging, aimed at Gaolang. "You're good at boxing, aren't you? Come and fight, athlete."

"indeed."

Gaolang stared at the cold glint in his eyes and sighed softly, "There is a high wall between unarmed and armed combat."

The next moment—

Swish!

Gaolang slid forward and unleashed a flurry of left jabs, striking Dol in the face.

Bang bang bang!

The four consecutive jabs were as fast as lightning, forcing Dorr to retreat repeatedly. He barely managed to steady himself, clutching his nose as it bled profusely.

"but--"

Gaolang swung his left arm and changed the subject, "The existence of the 'high wall' is a fact, but it has nothing to do with the strength of you and me."

Chapter 198 Just Passing By

"Crack—!"

Dole choked on the blood in his nose and immediately started coughing uncontrollably, a throbbing sensation shooting straight to his brain.

He straightened his nose while backing away cautiously, and it took a full few seconds before his eyeballs finally stopped trembling.

"Hahaha……"

The excruciating pain spread from his nasal cavity, causing beads of sweat to appear on Dol's face.

He looked up at Gaolang and saw that the other man had already rearranged his Philadelphia shell boxing stance. He then managed a weak laugh.

"Humph……"

Dol stepped forward slowly, and the instant he stepped into Gaolang's arm span, his right little finger suddenly flicked, triggering a mechanism inside his body that caused a blade to pop out from the end of his right elbow.

call out!

He held his right elbow, a sharp blade, in front of his face, trying to lure Gaolang's jab into a trap.

To Dorr’s utter surprise, the moment he raised his right elbow, there was suddenly no one in front of him.

"……what?"

Dol looked down and saw that Gaolang had squatted down first and swiftly threw a right straight punch, hitting his own abdomen.

"Ugh!"

In an instant, Dor felt a sweet taste in his throat, and his whole body arched as he flew backward, clutching his stomach and rolling on the ground, spitting out blood and vomit.

Gaolang's expression remained unchanged, still with those dead fish eyes. He stood up and maintained his fast punch stance, his eyes fixed on Dorl, but he did not rashly pursue him.

"..."

In the distance, Rob Robinson, the friend who was watching from the sidelines, was stunned by what he saw.

Robinson couldn't even imagine how painful it was to be hit directly in the abdomen by a heavy "Gaolang".

Even after delivering a fatal blow to his opponent, Gaolang did not let his guard down at all!

That fighting stance was something Robinson had never seen before.

He met Gaolang at a martial arts exchange event in Thailand, where the two appeared as invited guests.

In a subsequent practice demonstration, Robinson witnessed Gaolang unleash as many as thirteen "Flash Punches" in a single breath interval.

—And that's while wearing boxing gloves!

At this moment, Gaolang, fighting with his bare fists, threw punches at a significantly faster speed!

This is the true God of War, he's unbelievably strong!!

Did Gao Lang and Cheng know each other?

So Cheng wasn't just an amateur enthusiast, but someone who actually engages in this kind of "battle"?

"..."

"Wow!"

Dol clutched his stomach and knelt on the ground, vomiting profusely, tears welling up in his eyes.

"How about that? This is the fist of an 'athlete'."

Gaolang's voice was deep as he looked at Dorl, "No matter how many times, no matter how long it takes, if you get up once, I will knock you down again."

"Huh...huh..."

Dol was in excruciating pain, his face contorted as he knelt on the ground, panting heavily. He clearly had no strength left to fight back.

But the next second—

call out!

Suddenly, Gaolang slid forward, squatted down, and threw a hook punch at Dorl's face, knocking him to the ground. Dorl spun around a full one and a half times before finally stopping.

"...?"

Robinson couldn't help but wonder why Gaolang suddenly wanted to pursue them. Wasn't Dorr still standing up?

But he immediately noticed that Dol's heel had already extended a blade, indicating that he was preparing for a counterattack with a "flip-kick," but Gaolang noticed it first.

Such a tight fighting rhythm is something you would never see in a ring!

"..."

"Well--!"

Dor opened his mouth wide, feeling as if his jawbone had cracked.

Just as Robinson suspected, Dole had indeed intended to immediately turn and kick, and was also prepared to strike with his elbow blade.

But to his surprise, Gaolang did not throw a punch downwards, but instead crouched down and swung his fist from the side, striking his face!

Can a boxer throw a punch from that angle?

In his shock, Dorl realized something—

The boxer in front of you is definitely the kind of person who is "good at dealing with attacks"!

……

This is the fact.

As a bodyguard of King Ralma XIII of Thailand, Gaolang not only fights for honor in the ring, but also perfectly fulfills his duty as a bodyguard.

Mercenaries, assassins, outlaws, international criminals...

No matter who attacks, Gaolang will not hesitate to defeat them.

In other words, Gaolang's understanding of the "life and death domain" is more thorough than that of ordinary professional players!

……

In Gaolang's eyes, his opponent—the red-haired youth covered in weapons—was an absolute villain!

"You seem to have a secret weapon."

Gaolang clenched his fists and leaned slightly down beside the fallen Dorl. "So, I'll beat you until you're no longer a threat."

Swish!

Gaolang threw another heavy punch, the angle still tricky.

The fallen Dorl was unable to retaliate and could only curl up to defend himself, barely managing to take the punch with his back.

"what……"

Dol was panting heavily, but made a strange move, slowly raising his right hand and extending it toward Gaolang, his five fingers naturally spread out.

The next second—

Ding!

Dol's right ring finger suddenly snapped down, producing a metallic clanging sound.

In an instant, Dorr's right arm snapped straight and taut, striking Gaolang's jaw with such speed that it was almost invisible, and with such force that it could even create a gust of wind.

call out!

But when the fist was thrown, the feel was clearly wrong.

Missed!

"...!!"

Dol looked closely and saw that Gaolang had turned his neck first, perfectly deflecting the punch and leaving only a slight abrasion on his chin.

This is clearly a boxing technique for taking a hit, but it is more refined and sophisticated.

But what Dol could not understand was how any fighter could have predicted that his inexplicable movement was a "punch".

"You underestimate boxing."

Gaolang grabbed Dol's wrist and raised his eyebrows. "I just met a friend the other day who won a beautiful boxing match using the 'no-weight' technique from boxing."

"Since then, I have included this tactic in my defenses and have been considering countermeasures."

"But you probably don't know this kind of 'extremely close-range' power generation technique. You probably have a high-elasticity spring implanted in your body to generate power instantly?"

"Boring."