Super Fighting Tokyo.

Mr. Dorian, you have a long history of conflict with us, and we wish to settle this score. Therefore, we have invited you to this battle.

The divine heart is united, and the foolish walk alone.

"..."

Looking at the contents of the challenge, Dorian couldn't help but chuckle. "What a childish provocation. Has that Foolish Doppo lost his mind?"

Dorian had no intention of accepting the challenge.

But driven by curiosity, he still wanted to see when and where Yuji Doppo intended to challenge him.

But as Dorian continued reading, his expression froze, because...

No.

There were no other words on the challenge letter!

"what?"

Dorian looked around, picked up the challenge letter and examined it repeatedly, even heating it over a flame, but found nothing.

"Huh??"

……

……

Inside the hospital room, Bai Mucheng blinked. "You didn't write down the time and place?"

Yuji Doppo grinned and said, "If we just write it down like that, given Dorian's personality, he definitely won't come!"

Upon hearing this, Gaolang was even more puzzled, "If that's the case, how can we fight?"

But before Doppo could answer, Katsumi suddenly realized the answer, "So that's how it is, Dad, you were playing this trick!"

"Of course!"

Doppo grinned, his cunning gaze shining through his decorative glasses.

"It's been a long time since someone came to challenge Shenxin... How can I let this go so easily? I founded a martial arts organization!"

"Dorian likes to start battles everywhere? Then we should certainly indulge him..."

……

……

Sunset.

Dorian changed into a suit and disguised himself with glasses and a wig before heading to a nearby upscale Western restaurant to enjoy his dinner.

After he had finished his meal, the restaurant manager personally approached him and asked, "Did you enjoy the food at our restaurant?"

Dorian nodded. "Yes, very good."

The store manager smiled broadly, "Your satisfaction is our honor, Mr. Dorian."

"..."

The moment the last name was uttered, Dorian froze. "How did you know me...?"

"After all, you caused a huge scene at the Shinshin Academy and even injured several of our coaches—do you understand what I mean?"

The store manager was very polite. “I sincerely admire your courage in challenging the Shenxin Society. Therefore, all of the more than one million members of the Shenxin Society are eagerly anticipating your duel.”

"Even if one disguises oneself in an attempt to avoid battle, it will likely be in vain."

"The members of the Divine Heart Society are all over the country, and we have informants in organizations large and small. Therefore, you cannot escape before the duel ends."

Dorian remained silent, then rose and left.

The shop manager behind me still smiled, "I hope you're prepared for a duel."

"..."

After leaving the restaurant, Dorian did not return directly to his hideout. Instead, he took a roundabout route and went to a convenience store to buy some convenient fast food.

However, when it came time to pay, the cashier added an extra can of air freshener.

“This is a free gift, Mr. Dorian, after all, you live in the sewers.”

The shop assistant packed the goods and handed them to Dorian, saying, "I hope you can adjust your mindset and take this duel seriously."

Dorian: "..."

He remained silent, took the goods, hesitated for a long time, and then finally thanked them.

The next day arrived.

Dorian walked across the intersection, passing a police officer directing traffic, when he heard a whisper, "How's it going, Mr. Dorian?"

"..."

Dorian paused for a moment, then couldn't help but ask, "When is the duel?"

"Today is Tuesday, and the time is set for this weekend, this evening."

The officer smiled and replied, about to say something more, but when he turned around, Dorian was nowhere to be seen, and he could only shake his head helplessly.

"Haha, still not giving up..."

"..."

Early on the third day, Dorian arrived at the headquarters of the Divine Heart Society, hid nearby, and waited for the doors to open.

But by noon, the doors of the Divine Heart Society headquarters remained tightly shut.

Dorian was puzzled and reluctantly got into a taxi, only to hear the driver explain, "The headquarters of the Divine Heart Society is away for training and will not open until next Monday."

“You came here to launch a surprise attack, but you’ve made a wasted trip, Mr. Dorian.”

"..."

Dorian looked displeased, secretly took out a lighter, tore the fiber thread at the end of the lighter, and planned to take the opportunity to attack the driver.

The driver, however, had already anticipated this. "Mr. Dorian, you shouldn't waste your energy here."

……us?

Dorian was taken aback and turned to look out the car window. He saw that there were more than a dozen cars going the same way in the surrounding traffic.

Trucks, cars, motorcycles, buses, fire trucks... and even police cars!

Those are all disciples of the Divine Heart Society?!

With so many people watching, Dorian had no choice but to stop and withdraw the fiber thread.

"The wise choice is that you have taken the initiative to start this duel. You cannot avoid the battle by resorting to underhanded tactics."

The driver was much more relaxed. "Let me take you home so you can be in good shape before the weekend."

"..."

Dorian sighed. "Even if I asked you where the duel would be, you wouldn't tell me, would you?"

The driver chuckled helplessly, "Because I don't know either! And you'll probably be tempted to make some underhanded preparations beforehand, won't you?"

"...That's exactly right."

Dorian knew he was useless, his expression was somewhat complicated, and finally he leaned back in his chair and drifted off to sleep.

"..."

Several days passed, until the weekend.

evening.

Dorian crawled out of the sewer entrance of his hiding place and saw a letter lying on the ground—the lower half of a duel challenge.

Location: Bunkyo Ward-Toshima Ward border, Tohun Martial Arts Hall.

……

……

A full week has passed since Liu Longguang's attack.

The injured were discharged from the hospital one after another and went home to recuperate, finally waiting for the weekend.

It was afternoon.

Bai Mucheng removed the bandages from his body, patted the wound on his back, and found that it only left a scar and had no other effects.

As for the blast burns on the left side of his body, thanks to timely and proper treatment, only some scars remain.

Take off your shirt and stand in front of the mirror.

His muscles became increasingly firm, and the smooth texture further demonstrated his powerful function.

Height 187cm, weight 101kg!

—This physique makes Shiraki Cheng very comfortable at this stage, allowing him to fully utilize his technical skills.

shuh...

Shiraki kicks his leg high, his toes pointing steadily upwards, then bends his knee and slowly lowers his leg to the ground.

"call……"

With each breath, Shiraki could feel his muscles working, and the urge to "use" a multitude of techniques hidden within him.

These moves are "capable" and "desire" to end the life of the opponent before them, which is the ultimate result of all battles and power.

How to confront this realization is something no master can teach Bai Mucheng.

We must constantly examine ourselves, push ourselves, and face things as our true selves...

"..."

Bai Mucheng pondered quietly, unconsciously adopting his most habitual posture.

Stand sideways, with your left arm slightly lowered and your right arm raised close to your ribs, and your feet lightly bouncing.

He maintained this posture until the first visitor arrived today—

Foolish Katsumi!

"Haha, was I the first one here? I knew I couldn't hold back..."