Super Fighting Tokyo.

As soon as Gaolang finished speaking, he delivered another vertical, liver-piercing punch, striking Dol's lower abdomen.

With a muffled thud, Dorr opened his mouth and coughed up blood.

Gaolang immediately stood up, creating a relatively safe distance, waiting for Dorr to "stand up" again, or to regain his ability to counterattack.

—So strong!

This was the view held by Shiraki, Robinson, and Dorr himself at this time.

Dorr, however, clearly had more ulterior motives.

He still has a secret weapon he hasn't used yet, but he needs to seize the right opportunity, so he must wait for Gaolang to launch the next attack—to ensure that the weapon can hit its target!

Come on! Come on over!!

Dol felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, but he was already prepared to launch a counterattack at the crucial moment.

At that moment, a sudden change occurred—

Whoosh!

A giant man suddenly leaped over the bushes and landed steadily on the park track, his face covered in blood, as if he had just escaped from somewhere.

"……what?"

The giant raised his head and looked at the crowd not far away—especially Dorr, who had been beaten and coughed up blood. He blinked in surprise.

He is over two meters tall and weighs over 150 kg, wearing sweatpants and a gray sweatshirt.

He wore a melon-shaped hat, had long white hair and a beard, and was about sixty or seventy years old. The muscles and wrinkles on his face were very noticeable.

He was another death row inmate—Dorian!

Judging from his expression, Dorian clearly hadn't expected to run into Dorian in the park this evening, let alone witness a battle taking place.

"Good evening, gentlemen..."

Dorian paused for a moment, then raised an eyebrow to indicate, "Please continue, I just happened to be passing by."

He immediately turned his head, casually put his hands in his pockets, and hummed a strange little tune, as if he was about to leave via a side path.

And in the next second—

Ode!

Hidden in the shadows, Shiramu Cheng burst out at the closest moment and threw a punch at Dorian.

Dorian was shocked and hurriedly raised his left hand to block, but the fist and palm were smashed into his face together.

[Strike to the extreme] —

Boom!!

In an instant, Dorian's eyelids fluttered wildly as his massive body flew backward, crashing heavily into the lamppost railing behind him.

Clang!

The streetlights trembled violently, twisted and warped from the impact, and Dorian was shaking uncontrollably, blood gushing from his mouth and nose.

"Aha, I knew it!"

Shiraki looked at Dorian's hand and, sure enough, found a grenade in his right hand. The safety pin had been removed, but the pull ring had not been pulled.

Dorian really wanted to throw a grenade!

"But it doesn't matter anyway..."

Bai Mucheng changed the subject, took a quick step forward, and suddenly raised his right leg into the air.

Jamie's Sunny Legs!

Snapped!

The grenade in Dorian's hand was kicked away to a distance.

His right hand hurt, his face felt sore and swollen, and his head was dizzy, so he couldn't react in time.

Shiramu Cheng then twisted his waist and hips, forcefully striking out with his left elbow, hitting Dorian in the lower abdomen.

[Sagat's Tiger Elbow Smash]!

Boom!

Dorian was struck hard in the abdomen with an elbow and immediately staggered back several steps, clutching his stomach and gagging incessantly. He could vaguely hear Bai Mucheng's voice.

"Even if I'm wrong, even if you really want to leave, it's okay..."

"Because I want to beat you up."

Chapter 199 Despicable Tricks

click!

Dorian's finger still had the circular grenade pull ring hanging from it, but the end of the grenade had been kicked away by Shiraki, leaving it empty.

The grenade flew high into the air and eventually landed on an open ground some distance away.

—Boom!

The grenade exploded with a deafening roar, scattering fragments, flames, and thick smoke before finally dissipating in the darkening evening breeze, carrying with it the pungent smell of gunpowder.

"...Whoosh!"

Dorian paused for a moment, then suddenly took a deep breath, expelling the blood clots from his nose, which choked him and brought tears to his eyes.

"Haha, luckily, I managed to block it with my hand..."

"What a powerful punch, like a dream."

He straightened up, looked up at Bai Mucheng, and saw that the other's calm face was full of anger, so he couldn't help but smile indifferently.

"Mr. Shiraki, you seem to harbor a deep resentment towards grenades..."

Bai Mucheng shrugged, neither confirming nor denying it.

……

……

far away.

Rob Robinson, who was already somewhat flustered, was now even more frightened by the sudden grenade explosion.

"F...Fuck!"

Even that sunny and positive world-class athlete couldn't help but swear at this moment.

He was a fighter after all, so he could see the general situation.

"Cheng, Gaolang! Are those two dangerous individuals here to challenge you to a duel of no mercy?"

After receiving a look from the two men, Robinson became even more puzzled and frowned as he looked at the other two dangerous attackers.

"But can something like this really be called a duel between men?!"

"Daggers, springs, and even grenades!"

Robinson snorted.

"What's next? Are we going to have to use submachine guns, poison, and smoke grenades again?!"

"This is not a duel at all!"

"..."

After he finished speaking, Dorian chuckled softly and remained silent.

Dole, who was slightly closer, straightened up after catching his breath, opened his eyes wide and looked at Robinson, his gaze surprisingly clear.

You mean... a duel?

Dole turned to Robinson, "So what constitutes a duel...?"

Seeing Robinson remain silent, Dole continued to ask questions with a serious expression, which only made the atmosphere more distorted and strange.

"Teach me, what is a duel?"

"..."

Robinson paused, swallowed, and said, "Okay, then I'll ask you."

He gestured with his fingers. "If I were to duel you here, but I suddenly pulled out a pistol, what would you think?"

"what……?"

Upon hearing this, Dole suddenly widened his eyes, unable to understand Robinson's question.

"Then go ahead and use it!"

He answered frankly, as if someone were asking: What should a thirsty person do after opening a bottle of water?

"If drawing your gun can win, then you should draw your gun without hesitation!"

Seeing Robinson's face covered in cold sweat, Dole spat out the blood in his mouth, "Are you mistaken? I'm not a fighter."

"My goal is not to become a world champion, and I have no interest in fame."

Dol raised his chin. "I only need to confirm one thing—that is, 'I am the strongest.'"

Robinson was alarmed by this viewpoint. "What do you mean by 'strongest'?"

Dol wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. "I'm not going to lose to anyone."

"..."

Having said that, Robinson had nothing more to say.

But Gaolang, facing Dorr, narrowed his eyes. "You don't want to lose to anyone, yet you participated in this tournament, eager to experience the feeling of defeat?"

"Exactly."

Dol smiled faintly, "The best way to taste defeat is to have your opponent snatch victory from you even after you've given it your all."