Super Fighting Tokyo.

Bai Mucheng's pupils trembled violently, a few drops of blood flowed from his nose, his eyes were filled with blood vessels like chains, and his consciousness went to its limit.

Under the condition of completely abandoning the "unconscious", the illusion in front of him was gradually dispelled, and the figure of "Imaginary Dorian" became increasingly blurry.

Using hypnosis as a trigger, countless ink paintings surged around him, outlining the image of Dorian, but were quickly shaken away by Bai Mucheng.

"Drink up—!"

Boom!

Shiraki delivered a knee strike to "Fantasy Dorian" right in the face, then slammed him to the ground, instantly creating a large patch of ink-like dotted lines.

"..."

Since it was just an illusion, nothing happened.

But in Shiraki's eyes, the figure of the "fantasy Dorian" has gradually overlapped with the real Dorian, and even the movements—and the bloodstains—have become exactly the same.

"Ha ha……"

Bai Mucheng gasped for breath, finally feeling his head spinning and the excitement gone. "Hypnosis, it's over..."

"..."

Dorian slowly got up, clutching his bleeding nose, his whole body trembling with pain.

He spat out blood and looked at Bai Mucheng in confusion, unable to understand why someone could break through hypnosis on their own.

Especially since he's a fighter with an extraordinary imagination!

“Nothing strange about it, Dorian, my friend.”

Bai Mucheng tapped his head, his bloodshot eyes widening. "My head is buzzing with excitement. You're not good enough to move in!"

Dorian was bewildered by this explanation and instinctively wanted to fight back, so he pushed off the ground with his back foot, took a step forward, and threw a punch.

Swish!

The moment Dorian threw his punch, Shiraki slid to dodge, then met him with a straight punch, landing a blow to Dorian's face.

Before Dorian could react, Shiramu Cheng had already pushed off the ground and charged forward.

【Charge with Fighting Spirit】!

Ode!

He grabbed Dorian's head with both hands again, then slammed his knee upwards, sending Dorian flying into the air for a brief moment.

"brake--!"

Shiraki seized the opportunity and advanced before Dorian landed, delivering a knee strike that landed squarely on Dorian's abdomen as he fell.

boom!

"Well……"

Dorian coughed up blood, his eyes trembling. Then, Shiramu Cheng grabbed his neck again, swayed him from side to side to lose his balance, and then tucked him under his arm.

"—!"

Rito was shocked and exclaimed, "It's a wrestling guillotine?!"

"No, this is a technique from the inner circle of Muay Thai."

Gaolang gestured with his hands to explain: "The left hand goes under the opponent's left armpit, controlling the opponent's shoulder, so that their left hand cannot defend the abdomen."

"Use your right hand to control the opponent's neck, and press your chest firmly against the back of the opponent's head."

"In this way, the opponent's abdomen will be completely exposed, and then inevitably—"

Knee strike!

"brake!"

Shiraki aimed at Dorian's abdomen and delivered two consecutive, powerful knee strikes, each one heavier than the last.

The ultimate technique—

Sagat the Brutal Tiger - Swing!

Thump! Thump! Thump!

He finished the move with a twisting throw, slamming Dorian heavily behind him.

Boom!

Dorian crashed directly into the corner of a courtyard wall, causing the entire wall to tremble violently and become teetering on the verge of collapse.

"Ugh—!"

Dorian coughed up blood, trembling as he leaned against the courtyard wall to stand up. He collapsed onto the wall, and in his dazed vision, he saw the people inside the courtyard.

More accurately, it fell on the body of [Martial God] Yudi Dubu.

Dorian had originally thought that if his opponent were that Doppo Goji—the "God of War" who had dedicated his life to karate—perhaps it would help him realize his dream?

"That's how it should be done," "If we had used that trick, we could have won"—for Dorian, being able to accept reality without these doubts is a true defeat!

but now!

But now...

Dorian clenched his fists and smashed the courtyard wall in front of him, then glared angrily at Bai Mucheng.

This fighter, who possessed a wide range of skills, was seen by Dorian as one of his "kind," and he had learned a great deal in pursuit of strength.

That's why Dorian absolutely didn't want to lose to Shiraki Cheng, otherwise he would die unwillingly!

"This...this kind of..."

Dorian's voice was hoarse, and blood trickled from his lips; in the end, he couldn't bring himself to say what was on his mind.

This kind of defeat is not what I want. I want to accept reality without any doubt, rather than lose in a contest with my "kind"!

"Hey!"

Dorian flailed his fists and feet wildly, using this as cover, and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and broken teeth at Shiramu Cheng.

"puff--!"

Dozens of tiny, broken teeth flew toward Bai Mucheng, but he blocked them all by raising his arms, with only a few embedded in his skin.

"Hehe, it's a defensive stance from military combat techniques. It brings back so many memories..."

Dorian was panting heavily, seemingly having an idea.

"I've always had a question—"

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at Bai Mucheng, "What would be the effect if a finishing move that has been countered once were used again?"

Bai Mucheng tilted his head and gestured, "Come on, give it a try, otherwise your ultimate move will cry, which would be such a pity..."

"As expected of you."

Dorian adjusted his breathing, snapped his fingers, and said, "Let's continue—my hypnosis."

Snapped!

After the crisp sound, the "Dorian" in Shiraki Cheng's eyes made a move, suddenly stepping forward and launching a fierce attack with a heavy punch.

call out!

Shiramu Cheng dodged to the side, then crouched down to avoid Dorian's sweeping kick.

After two moves, the surrounding ink and water surged.

Shiraki's eyes trembled, merging reality and illusion into one, finally seeing through the illusion of hypnosis and catching up with Dorian's movements.

But in that instant, Dorian swept his hand across, his fingernails grazing Shiraki's chest.

Swish!

Thanks to his timely dodge, Bai Mucheng only suffered a scratch on his chest, but drops of blood still flowed out, indicating the extremely dangerous situation.

Dorian actually sharpened his nails to a point and has been hiding them as a secret weapon until now!

"You can see through hypnosis in just two moves?"

Dorian nodded, then changed the subject, "In other words, hypnosis isn't ineffective against you; it can still influence your judgment. I understand."

Upon hearing this, everyone in the courtyard immediately understood Dorian's plan.

He planned to use continuous hypnotic suggestions to influence Bai Mucheng's actions, using this as a breakthrough to deliver a fatal blow to Bai Mucheng!

"..."

Doppo raised an eyebrow. "The essence of Dorian's hypnosis is to exploit the psychological weaknesses of duelists, which is not difficult for Brother Shiraki to see through."

"Even so, the effects of hypnosis are still there. If Dorian takes advantage of this and uses hypnotic suggestions continuously, he will make Shiraki see many feints."

"The key is to see through Dorian's movements and discover his true killing move!"

"..."

As they spoke, Dorian pressed on relentlessly, occasionally employing hypnotic suggestions and even pretending to snap his fingers a few times to confuse Shiramu Cheng's judgment.

Bang bang bang!

Three powerful blows gradually tore through Bai Mucheng's defenses, and finally, in the instant of another hypnotic suggestion, Dorian found Bai Mucheng's weakness.

"Drink!"

Boom!

With a powerful push palm strike, he struck Bai Mucheng squarely in the abdomen, sending him flying backward and crashing heavily into a street lamp behind him.

Click!

The cement on the street lamp was smashed and cracked, causing Bai Mucheng to feel a sweet taste in his throat and cough up a mouthful of blood.

The palm strike from the mighty "Sea King" was incredibly powerful, the force almost penetrating his entire body, leaving Bai Mucheng in a daze.

"Aha……"

Bai Mucheng spat out a mouthful of blood, his mind racing wildly.

"Although I don't intend to be troubled by the 'waves of killing intent' anymore, at this point, it wouldn't hurt to be a little more cunning, right?"

"The wave of killing intent—its essence is the resolve to 'end the opponent's life'."