Super Fighting Tokyo.

When Dorian came to his senses, a different man was standing in front of him—positioned in the Philadelphia shell batting stance.

[Battle God] Gaolang Unsavado makes his appearance!!

Chapter 213 The Ultimate Strike!

"Wait……"

Dorian looked at Gaolang in front of him, his eyes darting left and right before finally settling on Yuji Doppo, who had returned to the courtyard.

"Wait a minute!"

His throat, groin, and lower abdomen were hit in succession, and the waves of pain had not yet subsided, but Dorian paid no heed to it.

"Foolish Land, we're not done fighting yet!"

"Come back here..."

Dorian roared, "Come back here! Fight this battle with me!"

"..."

Yuji Doppo turned around, put his hands on his hips, looked at Dorian, and raised an eyebrow helplessly, "No, let's forget it, it's not fun anymore."

"Play?"

Dorian frowned. "To Lord Doppo of the Foolish Land, is fighting me merely a game?"

Du Bu waved his hands repeatedly, "No, no, no. It's certainly a blessing to have the opportunity to experience boxing, but since you don't plan to use boxing anymore, it's not fun for you."

After saying that, without paying attention to Dorian's expression, Dubu sat back down in his original seat.

He looked at his right hand—the one he had just high-fived with Gaolang—and couldn't help but exclaim, "Haha, a high-five from an active four-time world champion boxer, that's really rare! I almost don't want to wash my hands!"

Katsumi Oji showed a look of disgust.

Bai Mucheng shifted his position further away and pulled Wu Fengshui away with him.

Yudi Dubu: "..."

The joke seems to have gone too far and damaged the image of the founder of the Divine Heart Society.

He changed the subject, "Brother Bai Mu, I thought you were next. Are you still thinking about killing intent?"

Bai Mucheng smiled and said, "No, I already have an idea, which is why I want Gaolang to go first."

Doppo blinked. "What do you mean?"

"I will defeat Dorian."

Shiramu Cheng propped himself up on his thighs, looked at the crowd in front of him, and added, "The one I want to defeat—different from the goals of Brother Doppo and Gaolang—is Dorian right now!"

"..."

……

The conversation among the people in the courtyard reached Dorian's ears, leaving him bewildered.

Strangely, veins bulged on Dorian's forehead, and a strange anger welled up inside him, which he couldn't explain.

This anger spread unchecked and finally settled on Gaolang, who was standing right in front of him.

“Mr. Boxing Champion, this is probably our second meeting. I was extremely rude not to recognize you before.”

Dorian sighed softly, then suddenly—

Swish!

He lunged forward, delivering a powerful high kick, using his arm movements to stabilize his body and maximize the speed and power of the kick.

However, this lightning-fast kick was still slightly slower than Gaolang's punch.

Gaolang swung his right fist horizontally, hitting Dorian's knee, dodging Dorian's kicking left leg, and seizing the opening in Dorian's side, throwing a high-speed right jab.

Boom!

Two heavy punches landed squarely on Dorian's face, instantly splattering blood everywhere.

The excruciating pain spread across Dorian's face, and his pupils became somewhat unfocused.

That was a heavy punch!

In desperation, Dorian planned to push forward with the heel of his palm, adopting a horse stance to create distance between himself and Gaolang.

But in the instant of action, Gaolang suddenly shifted his feet to the side, moving to Dorian's side and avoiding the range of the palm strike, forcing Dorian to respond with a left hook.

despair!

Gaolang stomped his foot, shook his head to avoid the punch, and then delivered an uppercut, a liver-bursting punch that struck Dorian in the abdomen.

Boom!

With a dull thud, Dorian coughed up another mouthful of blood, his body arching forward uncontrollably.

The moment he lowered his head, Gaolang's knee strike landed, slamming into Dorian's face with a loud thud.

boom!

Dorian leaned back, and blood splattered out like crescent moons, covering the ground.

……

……

"……Wonderful."

Retsu Kaioh watched the battle in Gaolang and gestured to explain to the crowd:

"Dorian originally intended to use the 'horse stance' technique from boxing to break through Gaoran's offensive with flexible changes in tactics."

"But Lord Gaolang, who was skilled in boxing, used his footwork to move to Dorian's side, making it impossible for Dorian to react flexibly and forcing him to respond with a left hook."

"The result was that we were repeatedly dealt heavy blows by Lord Gaolang."

Retsukai-sama judged in a deep voice: "Dorian's boxing style is 'sealed' in the face of Lord Gaolang's technique, leaving him only able to use striking techniques, thus putting him at a disadvantage."

"The fusion of boxing and Muay Thai striking techniques is so skillful? Truly remarkable!"

"..."

Upon hearing Retsukai-oh's praise, King Lalma XIII couldn't help but smile.

"Looking at heavyweight boxing, Gaolang, at 91kg, is considered small. So he developed a fighting style that best suits him, combining Muay Thai movements with frequent hand techniques."

"His target was precisely the so-called 'ultimate strike'!"

Lalma looked at Retsu Kaioh and smiled, "To be praised like this by [Fist Hero] is truly a fortunate thing. He will be very happy—although he won't show it on his face."

Retsu noon closed his eyes and nodded, "Mature techniques need no praise; their very existence is the best proof."

……

……

As the two spoke, the battle between Gaoran and Dorian intensified.

Under relentless attacks, Dorian was forced into retreat. Although he tried his best to evade and parry, it was only a matter of time before his defenses were breached.

Gaolang's fighting style is to block the opponent's techniques, drag the enemy into the level of striking techniques, and then decide the outcome of the battle!

boom!

Dorian was struck hard in the face again. He tried to struggle to jump up, but Gaolang pressed forward and he was forced to throw a straight punch.

call out!

The straight punch was dodged by Gaoran, followed by a heavy punch that landed on his lower abdomen with a loud, explosive sound.

Dorian was sent flying backward, crashing into the wall behind him and creating a spiderweb-like crack.

Pfft!

Dorian leaned against the wall, his head drooping, as if he were unconscious.

Gaolang was about to go forward to check when he suddenly noticed something, so he stopped and turned back to the yard.

"..."

This scene surprised Dorian, who was pretending to be unconscious.

He still held a handful of sand in his hand, waiting for Gaolang to get close so he could blow it forward, thus switching the roles of offense and defense.

But to Dorian's surprise, Gaolang, like a fool, stopped halfway through the fight and had no intention of pursuing!

"--Hello!"

Dorian couldn't hold back any longer. He stood up abruptly, slammed the sand in his hand to the ground, and glared angrily at Gaolang.

"We're not done yet, let's play again!"

Kogaoran merely glanced at Dorian, his deadpan eyes slightly raised, "I'm satisfied."

"……satisfy?"

Dorian opened his eyes wide, scanning back and forth between Gaolang and the distant Fool's Land, momentarily at a loss for how to face him.

Gaolang casually replied, "My purpose is to defend His Majesty's honor and to fight to the death against truly powerful enemies, so in my opinion, that is enough."

Dorian asked in confusion, "Am I not considered a formidable opponent?"

"Do not."

Gaolang waved his hand, "The current you—who resorts to despicable tricks—is no longer willing to fight me to the death, so you can't satisfy me."

After saying that, Gaolang walked away.

Seeing this, Dorian was furious. He stomped his foot hard on the ground, shattering a large section of the floor tiles, and roared, "Keep fighting me!"

Gaolang did not respond, and Dorian lost control of his emotions, punching and kicking the wall and the ground beside him to vent his anger.

Boom! Bang! Bang! Boom!

In an instant, rubble flew everywhere, and the hard stone walls and ground were riddled with holes.