Super Fighting Tokyo.

"interesting……"

Although the wording is different, the meaning is obviously similar.

Kaji Takaomi recalled what Baku Madarame had just said about Q-Taro: "—He's seeking pleasure, which means he'll have many weaknesses!"

Now there are these two... no, there's a third one!

Kaji Takaomi looked over and saw that Shiraki Sei had clenched his fists and assumed a side stance, somewhat like a variant of karate.

The expression on Shiraki Shige's face was similar to that of Madarame Baku and Akagi Shigeru, with excitement gleaming in his eyes.

Is he going to start a fight—a fight with that "super violent monster" in front of him?!

So, does this mean that these three people have already developed a weakness in their minds?!

What follows is either life or death; in other words, the outcome of this gamble is still uncertain...

The unknown fear of victory or defeat, life or death, fermented in Kaji Takaomi's heart, making everything blurry once again.

What broke this stalemate was an extremely shrill scream.

"what--!"

The sound came from beside Rodham—behind the broken metal door.

It turns out that the slick-haired mercenary was still alive.

Or perhaps he's only temporarily alive, since his lower body has been crushed by the metal door panel, just like being run over by a wheel, almost like being cut in half at the waist.

The fact that he's still alive is most likely thanks to the adrenaline he's been producing; it's a case of a final burst of energy before death.

"That damned monster, he actually attacked his own people..."

The rage before his death drove the slick-haired mercenary to unleash astonishing power.

He reached out and grabbed the submachine gun that Kaji Takaomi had been holding, but in the chaos it had fallen and landed right within his reach.

The slick-haired mercenary grabbed a submachine gun and, without hesitation, aimed it at Rodham in front of him.

"Not good!" The four people not far away reacted and quickly rushed to a corner to avoid the attack.

The next second—

"Die, you monster!"

The slick-haired mercenary pulled the trigger.

Da da da da da!

A barrage of bullets rained down, sweeping towards Rodham.

In the confined space of the corridor, at such close range, even a novice would have no difficulty hitting the target with a gun. Logically speaking, Rodham should have been dead without a doubt.

But then something completely unexpected happened—

Rodham bent over, pushed off the ground, and sprinted through the stairwell at an incredible speed, flipping and leaping up and down, occasionally jumping over walls, and even using his speed and momentum to "dash" across the walls!

Swish swish!

While this speed is not as fast as a bullet, it surpasses the dynamic vision of a dying person, making it impossible for the slick-haired mercenary to hit the target.

One bullet after another missed their mark, and the slick-haired mercenary's expression grew increasingly desperate.

Finally, the gunfire stopped, and the slick-haired mercenary leaned against the wall, exhausted, trying to open his trembling eyelids—Rodm was already standing in front of him.

"Please, please, let me go..."

Upon hearing the other party's plea, Q-Long's gleeful laughter came through Rodham's earpiece.

{Hahaha...that's why I said you're trash.}

{Just wanting to live, begging for mercy—such a reckless surrender will prevent you from forging a new path in life…}

Only by experiencing hardship, being burned by the flames of karma, and bearing scars can one truly 'live,' and only then can one truly 'live'!

"..."

The slick-haired mercenary gritted his teeth and suddenly fired two more bullets.

Ta-da!

Rodham, however, had anticipated this and dodged the last two bullets.

"This...this guy..."

Rodham whispered hoarsely, "He fired... thirty-two shots, and... that's it..."

Q was overjoyed, {Oh, wow, that's amazing, Rodham! You even calculated the number of bullets!}

{Compared to Rodham, you're utterly pathetic, you piece of trash...}

{So, let's end the foreplay here.}

Q gave the order.

Before the slick-haired mercenary could utter another word, Rodham suddenly kicked out and struck the mercenary on the head.

With a muffled "boom," most of Rodham's military boot was embedded in the concrete wall, and the mercenary's head was no longer visible.

Rodham's kick not only smashed the mercenary's head, but also shattered the concrete wall!

Unlike Komada's "hidden iron plate in shoe" in Nioh, Rodm's kick was pure and inhuman violence without any tricks!

"call……"

He exhaled another breath of hot air.

Rodham slowly turned his head, locking his gaze on the hiding place of the remaining four people not far away.

Run away, you fools.

Q-Lang's voice came through the communicator, echoing throughout the building.

{【Liar Eaters】? 【Citizens of the Divine Realm】? Whatever you are called, you must now regret your 'living' so far, and then fight with all your might to be reborn!}

Hahaha, run! Run away, run away before I see!

"..."

To Q-Long's surprise, after hearing his "lecture," the four—or at least three—who had been hiding did not choose to run away, but instead emerged from the shadows.

"Hehe, I thought you were going to say something, but it's all just boring stuff."

Akagi Shigeru chuckled lightly, "Our people have already learned their lesson about running away and hiding, and they won't make the same mistakes again."

"Right, Seung-kun?"

"..."

In the shadows, Shiramu Cheng walked slowly forward, until he reached the dim light in the corridor.

He can see many things—

Ryu's phantom image was watching from the sidelines.

A burly, shadowy figure behind him, giving him a strong push and cheering him on.

And, directly in front of him, is Rodm.

"Come……"

Bai Mucheng exhaled a breath of hot air, dispersing the darkness in front of him, and beckoned to Rodham.

"Come on, I'll fight you!"

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Might is Life

The building, fourth floor.

As an ordinary person, Takaomi Kaji once thought about buying a premium ticket to a fighting match one day and watching the fighters take the stage up close.

But he never imagined that this casual idea would come true tonight—in this form.

Tap...tap...

Bai Mucheng stepped forward slowly, like a fighter heading towards the arena.

Kaji Takaomi's voice trembled with disbelief, "Baku... Mr. Baku, is it really going to be..."

Is there really anyone who dares to fight that monster in front of them?!

But before Kaji Takaomi could even ask, Baku Madarame suddenly patted him on the shoulder, signaling, "Kaji, don't just stand there, get ready to run..."

"what!?"

Before Kaji Takaomi could react, Baku Madarame—and another Shigeru Akagi—suddenly turned and ran towards the stairwell.

Kaji Takaomi subconsciously followed.

After running a few steps, he realized that Shiramu Cheng was still left behind, and couldn't help but worry, "Mr. Baku, if we just run away like this, won't that guy get into trouble?"

"I will win!"

Baku wiped the blood from under his nose and muttered, "From the very beginning, my purpose has never changed. I came to this building to win!"

Upon hearing this, Kaji Takaomi asked in surprise, "Wait... are we going to abandon Shiraki Shigeki and send him to his death?"

"……What?!"

Baku was stunned upon hearing this, both amused and exasperated. "Kaji is really cruel. How could she think of such a way to betray her teammates?"

"No, that's not it!" Kaji Takaomi said, his face flushed with anxiety. "I was just following Mr. Baku's line of thinking. Otherwise, why would we be running away now?"

Baku explained earnestly, "Because even if we stay, we'll only get in the way—we don't know anything about fighting techniques."

Kaji Takaomi: "..."

Kaji Takaomi: "Haha, that's true..."

I almost forgot, this isn't a fantasy novel. There's no "power of companionship" setting, and blindly gathering in groups will only hold people back.

"And now?" Kaji Takaomi asked, "Are we just going to run away like this?"