Super Fighting Tokyo.

On this side of the fire line is the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Academy.

Including the guards, there were more than ten people in total, some standing and some sitting in the courtyard. Under the soft lights of the martial arts hall, it felt very bright and lively.

On the other side of the fire line—

In the dim night, Dorian took off his burning shirt, revealing his muscular upper body, wearing only brown trousers and leather shoes.

His body was covered in soot, and his silvery-white hair and beard had scorch marks from the fire. He looked somewhat disheveled, but he was not actually injured.

"Whew!"

Dorian gasped for breath, coughing up the black smoke he had been choking on, and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"While remote-controlled grenades are exaggerated, they won't work on me unless it's a minefield—miss."

"Unfortunately, that alone is not enough to defeat me."

He twisted his neck, his gaze passing over the burning flames to look into the courtyard, and burst into uncontrollable laughter. "What's even more regrettable is that none of you can make me taste defeat..."

"Come and see if you don't believe me!"

"..."

When Dorian finished speaking, he was met not with rebuttal, but with no one even paying attention to him.

Wu Fengshui rubbed his chin, seriously considering his chances of assassinating Dorian, but ultimately found it extremely difficult, so he began to think about other battle situations.

She has recently been communicating with the headquarters about ancient jujutsu and has gained considerable experience in "battlefield combat".

Everyone else had their own things to do too.

Shiroki Cheng is sitting cross-legged in meditation, Yuji Katsumi is deep in thought, Retsu Haiwang is reminiscing, Gaolang is adjusting his state, Yuji Doppo is raising his eyebrows and chuckling, and Rijin is looking up at the sky.

"..."

Seeing this, Dorian paused for a moment, then shouted, "I won! Come at me again if you dare!"

No one responded.

Dorian stood on the other side of the line of fire, repeatedly shouting, "Come on if you dare! Attack now! You cannot defeat me!"

"I won!"

"I'm sure I'll win!"

……

……

That night, Katahara Metsudou, Katahara Sayaka, and their accompanying guards witnessed an incredibly bizarre scene—

The burning fire seemed to separate two worlds.

Under the soft light, a group of "losers" who had learned their lesson sat on the ground, exchanging a few words with each other from time to time.

Meanwhile, in the deep darkness, Dorian, all alone, was repeatedly emphasizing his "victory," his voice growing louder and louder.

Until the very end...

Dorian sighed, fell silent, and sat cross-legged, silently watching the bright and colorful courtyard of the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall.

He started humming a song, a work by the singer "Yukari Kaneko".

The lyrics are relatively obscure, expressing both lament for bitter days and cherishing small hopes. One line in particular stands out—

O! toi la vie

It can be roughly translated as "That is life".

"..."

Dorian hummed the song, sitting alone in the night, letting the melody linger, waiting for the next duel to begin.

What is defeat?

What is strength?

Chapter 210 Aesthetics

“…La vie~~~”

"Whether it's a morning flooded by rain or a night torrential downpour, I will give it my all..."

"If pain invades your heart, think of the clear blue sky and try your best to endure and move forward!"

That's life~~~

Dorian sat alone on the road, humming a tune that echoed in the dark night.

Inside the courtyard, the expressions on people's faces varied as they listened to the music.

"..."

Blood vessels bulged around Wu Fengshui's eyes, and he opened his eyes to look at Dorian outside the hospital.

"—He's very strong."

The Wu clan girl sat cross-legged on the ground, leaning against her backpack—which contained several guns—but it was still difficult to dispel the oppressive feeling from the people outside the courtyard.

"Even without resorting to tricks, that death row inmate named Dorian is still 'monster' level in strength. I can't kill him."

"..."

Hearing the girl's exclamation, Katsumi Guji couldn't help but exclaim, "Feng Shui lady, you're really amazing!"

Bai Mucheng smiled and said, "Is that even a question?"

"No, I'm not just talking about 'strength,' I'm also talking about this..."

Yuji shook his head, still fiddling with a remote control in his hand, which he had just gotten from Wu Fengshui—a simple, disposable one-time-use device to detonate a grenade at the door.

"This thing is really amazing. It can produce a violent explosion with just a light press."

"It feels impressive to be able to use this without hesitation."

"There are also Dorian's fibers, as well as the hidden weapons that Brother Baimu encountered—Liu Longguang's concealed weapons, and Dor's murder weapons and explosives."

"Is using these things the difference between competition and real combat?"

Unable to conceal his confusion, Yu Di Keji turned to look at the burning fire line.

"I always feel that if you use these things, you can't be considered a karate master."

"But what's wrong with being a karate practitioner?"

Katsumi covered one of his arms, the one that had been injured by Dorian earlier.

Although he has basically recovered, he still feels a slight pain when he sees Dorian in person again.

"Before the street fighting tournament began, I suffered two consecutive defeats—"

"The first time was Mr. Lie, and the second time was Brother Bai Mu."

"I'm already racing against time, trying to complete the karate I envision..."

"It suddenly occurred to me that if I asked Kaoru Hanayama about these things, he'd probably punch me away, right? Haha!"

Katsumi suddenly raised his head, looked at Shiraki Seiwa and Goji Doppo, and showed them the remote control for the grenade.

“Dad, and Brother Shiraki, would it be wrong for me to incorporate these kinds of weapons into karate combat? After all, they are quite powerful.”

"..."

This question caused both Katahara Metsudo and Lamar to raise their eyebrows slightly, showing a hint of interest.

The purpose of this "Kengan Zealots Street Fight" is to find out "what is strength", so it starts with "fighting".

So, in pursuit of power, should one adopt various tricks and use them in battle?

"..."

Bai Mucheng lowered his head in deep thought, but Yudi Dubu spoke first.

"You are not wrong."

Doppo looked at Katsumi and the others, "The true meaning of martial arts is not to defeat the enemy in a flashy way, but to win even if the method is inferior and low-class!"

"If we can't win, then it's pointless."

"..."

Everyone sensed the hidden meaning in Dubu's words. Lalma smiled and asked, "I see. As expected of the [Martial God] Dubu of Yudi. But it seems you have something else to say."

"Yes."

Du Bu nodded, sat cross-legged, and smiled, "That's an 'aesthetic view'."

Seeing the puzzled crowd, Doppo tilted his head and explained, "Actually, it's just that we don't prepare weapons specifically."

"Karate practitioners have always been practicing fighting in their daily training, and they spend a lot of time studying how to defeat their opponents."

Doppo raised an eyebrow and looked at the remote control in Katsumi's hand.

"And if we're talking about using that kind of thing, I think it's like—cheating."

"We already carry quite a few weapons, such as fists, feet, palms, elbows, knees, heads, etc., so we can't prepare any special equipment."

"The 'bag' I sometimes carry in my hand, the 'fan' I sometimes carry, the 'belt' I wear around my waist, the 'shoes' I wear on my feet..."

"And the 'murder weapon' in their possession!"

"If we had to draw a clear line for us martial artists, then the weapons we can use in battle would be limited to this."

"Whether it's a handful of sand or a pencil, if you hold it in your hand 'before the battle,' then the glory of a martial artist is lost."

Dudu slapped his thighs with both hands and took a deep breath.

"The feng shui girl is an assassin; she's just giving us a warning on our own turf, so it doesn't matter."

"—This is what I'm thinking, do you understand? Katsumi."

"..."