Super Fighting Tokyo.

Katsumi looked around and said, "Not bad, Brother Shiraki. I'm a little envious of your martial arts school. By the way, why did you choose this place for the duel?"

Shiramu Cheng put his hands on his hips. "Compared to the Shinshinkai dojo, I feel like this place is more like the 'street,' right?"

"Well, that makes sense."

Ke Si sat down on the steps outside the courtyard and took a sip of the canned tea he had bought on the way.

Perhaps it was the peaceful atmosphere that made Katsumi feel much more relaxed, and he couldn't help but murmur to himself.

"I originally thought that I would ask you to lend me a hand, to absorb the essence of boxing techniques—and even various fighting skills—so that I could complete my vision of 'modern karate' as quickly as possible."

"But after fighting Dorian, I saw the difference between a match and real combat."

"A karate practitioner is not necessarily a karate master..."

Katsumi turned to look at Shiramu Cheng, "I don't know if this idea is correct. It seems I need to figure it out tonight."

"..."

Katsumi had no intention of listening to Shiraki's answer.

Or rather, at least for now—I don't intend to listen to Shiraki's answer as "one person".

After the two waited for a while, more people arrived at the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall.

Retsu Neptune, [God of War] Gaolang, Lalma XIII, Yuji Dubu, Wu Fengshui;

Yusa stayed overnight at Garuda's house, accompanied by Maruk.

In addition, there were several unexpected visitors.

Katahara Metsudo, Katahara Shoka, along with several guards, and finally, Rito.

"..."

Katahara Metsudo patted Rito on the shoulder.

"Hehe, I ran into him on the road, looking troubled. It seems he's lost a few battles recently, so I brought him along!"

Rito smiled and nodded, his expression still carefree, but he was clearly also pondering recent events.

……

……

Shiraki contacted the Metropolitan Police Department and asked them to temporarily block the surrounding roads under the pretext of road repairs to prevent innocent passersby from accidentally entering the duel scene.

Inside the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall courtyard, everyone laid out mats and sat down on the ground.

Katahara Metsudo asked curiously, "I heard you've all experienced the methods of those death row inmates firsthand. What did you think?"

"..."

The crowd remained silent, most of them feeling something but unable to express it.

With this mindset, they waited patiently for a long time until the sun set and night fell over the courtyard.

At the end of the street, in the shadows—

The imposing Dorian strode slowly over, having accepted the invitation to duel!

Chapter 209 That is Life

Perhaps it's just a coincidence.

*Sizzle—snap!*

The old streetlights at the end of the street malfunctioned tonight, struggling for a few moments before going out completely.

In the deep darkness of the night, Dorian walked slowly with heavy steps toward his destination—

Fighting Spirit Martial Arts School.

At this moment, two bodyguards in suits had been waiting for a long time in front of the courtyard gate.

They came from Katahara Metsudo's "guard team" and all possessed strength comparable to that of a fighter, hoping to one day distinguish themselves.

Therefore, they planned to take down the death row inmate named "Dorian" before the strongmen in the courtyard could!

Katahara Metsudo did not dislike ambitious people, and therefore tacitly approved of their actions.

"..."

The two guards stood still, assumed fighting stances, and faced the burly old man in his sixties, with silver hair and beard, slightly balding, but standing at least 205cm tall.

Dorian raised an eyebrow and sighed softly, "Get out of here—"

Swish!

Before he could finish speaking, the two guards suddenly launched a sneak attack, sliding forward and thrusting their hands out from the left and right to attack Dorian from both sides.

Dorian's expression remained unchanged, and he suddenly reached forward with both hands, pressing his thumbs down on the necks of the two guards.

Snapped.

It was just a light touch, with little noise.

However, Dorian's fingers precisely pressed the carotid arteries of the two guards, causing their brains to instantly become deprived of blood and go blank.

The two guards went limp and were grabbed by the neck by Dorian, who then flung them to the left and right.

Boom!

Two guards crashed into the wall, their heads bleeding profusely.

"This kind of trash is not enough to make me taste defeat."

Dorian strolled leisurely to the front of the courtyard gate.

His composed demeanor caused the other guards to widen their eyes in surprise, immediately putting them on high alert.

The guards instinctively felt that this death row inmate named "Dorian" gave them a terror no less than that of "Fang of Annihilation"!

"..."

Dorian stepped halfway into the courtyard, his gaze sweeping over the people inside, a somewhat enigmatic smile appearing on his face.

He pulled out the two challenge letters and threw them in the courtyard. "Your Excellency, I've arrived."

After saying that, Dorian stretched and yawned, exhaling puffs of hot air.

"call!"

Dorian exclaimed, "Thanks to your challenge, I was able to rest for a whole week. I haven't had such a pleasant time in a long time!"

"So, who do you plan to be my opponent first? Retsu Kaioh? Or Shiraki?"

"..."

But before anyone could reply, Dorian suddenly raised his hand and gestured, "Wait a moment, I have something to ask you."

He first lit a cigarette, then took out a lighter, and then suddenly—

Lifting up the hoodie, I pulled out a bulging, transparent water bag filled with some kind of semi-transparent liquid!

Dorian smiled and asked, "Gentlemen, do you like gasoline?"

As expected, it's another despicable trick!

At such close range, if Dorian were to puncture the water bag and spill the gasoline inside, he could instantly ignite everyone in the yard!

So, in response to this tactic, someone raised their hand—

She said she would go first.

Bai Mucheng pointed to the side.

Dorian's eyes darted around, following Shiraki's gaze, and he saw a short-haired girl with black eyes and white pupils, gesturing with her hand raised.

A member of the Wu clan? A woman?

Dorian was taken aback and before he could react, he heard Wu Fengshui's voice.

"Then let me ask you, Mr. Dorian..."

Wu Fengshui smiled and raised his right hand, holding a remote control in his hand. "Do you like remote-controlled grenades?"

Dorian: "..."

Dorian: "—?!"

Boom!!!

At the entrance to the courtyard—below Dorian's feet—a deafening explosion erupted, sending billowing smoke and flames soaring into the air, scattering dirt and shrapnel in all directions.

The water-filled bags were shattered, some spilling onto the ground and others splashing onto Dorian, which was then ignited by the explosion. The fire instantly engulfed Dorian before it was swallowed by thick smoke.

Whoosh—!

Dorian has disappeared.

"Yes!"

Wu Fengshui clenched his fists, finally venting his anger, but when he turned around, he found that Bai Mucheng was somewhat unhappy.

Was it because the courtyard wall was damaged by bombing?

She poked Bai Mucheng's lips with her finger and said, "It's okay, the courtyard wall is easy to repair, I'll help you."

Bai Mucheng waved his hand, and the corner of his mouth twitched as Wu Fengshui pointed. "It's not the courtyard wall, I just simply hate hand grenades."

Wu Fengshui: "..."

Wu Fengshui: "Okay, next time we'll use landmines."

Immediately, Wu Fengshui's eyes rolled, his [Liberation] state activated, and his gaze pierced through the billowing smoke to look at the street outside the courtyard.

She saw Dorian's condition before anyone else and couldn't help but exclaim, "He reacted so quickly, taking off his clothes in an instant and not getting hurt much."

Everyone then turned to look.

A significant amount of gasoline was spilled at the entrance of the courtyard, which was then ignited by the explosion, creating a clear "flame demarcation line."