Super Fighting Tokyo.

Swish swish!

Dor's long limbs flailed wildly across the ground, drawing sharp, cold lines to protect himself.

"Hmm~"

Bai Mucheng had anticipated this, so he stood two steps away, hands on his hips, waiting for Duoer to stop struggling.

"Huh...huh..."

When Dor finally got tired and his movements gradually slowed down, Bai Mucheng suddenly swept his leg, crushing the broken pieces of the ornaments on the ground.

【Rashid Arabian Hurricane】!

Swish!

A small clump of debris was kicked out, hitting the fallen Dorl squarely.

Sharp fragments slid down Dorr's face, leaving streaks of blood.

One of the pieces even hit his left eyeball, causing Dorr to close his eyes tightly and scream in pain.

"Oh dear~~~!"

He struggled to turn over and crawled forward on his hands and feet, trying to widen the distance between himself and Bai Mucheng in order to catch his breath.

Shiraki wanted to help Dor.

【Charge with Fighting Spirit】!

Ode!

The white wooden support was quickly brought closer.

Just as he was about to kick out, Dorr suddenly braced himself with one arm and swept his leg backward, with a sharp blade popping out from his heel.

Clearly, Dor had anticipated that Shiraki would pursue him, so he endured his injuries and pain and resorted to another underhanded tactic.

But to his utter surprise, Bai Mucheng jumped up first and dodged the attack.

[The Intent to Kill] See Through It!

Those eyes gleamed, leaving two streaks in the night. Then, he exerted force from his waist and abdomen, while his legs stomped down quickly.

Snapped!

Bai Mucheng steadied himself and suddenly kicked out with his right foot, striking Duoer in the buttocks.

[A fierce counterattack – a reverse Russian kick!]

boom!

The incredibly fast, wrestling-style kick sent Dorr flying, sliding several meters across the ground, scraping off a large patch of skin from his chin.

"Ah!"

He clutched his bleeding chin and struggled to straighten himself up and down.

But thanks to this, Dorr finally managed to widen the distance between himself and Shiramatsu.

He gritted his teeth and gasped for breath. He suddenly turned around and saw Bai Mucheng approaching step by step. He immediately pouted and spat out a mouthful of blood.

It's a classic case of blinding oneself with blood!

puff!

Fresh blood gushed out and splattered onto Bai Mucheng's face.

All engines are running!

Bai Mucheng's pupils trembled violently, completely ignoring his body's unconsciousness, and his eyelids did not move an inch even when his eyes were "blinded with blood".

“Brother Dorr, you said you want to taste defeat and think the best way is to give it your all and still lose to your opponent.”

"Therefore, you 'seek victory' by any means necessary."

“I don’t mind that, because I’m the kind of person who ‘does anything’…”

Blood vessels appeared in the whites of Bai Mucheng's eyes, outlining a chilling glint as he slowly approached Duoer, creating a peculiar sense of distortion.

“But what I’m doing by any means necessary is not ‘seeking victory,’ but ‘seeking battle.’”

"..."

As he spoke, Bai Mucheng continued walking.

That soaring fighting spirit transformed into almost visible battle aura, distorting the surrounding air and eroding towards Dorr, which he could not avoid no matter what.

The onlookers couldn't help but swallow hard.

He's clearly not a bad person...

Shiraki-kun—

He had a good relationship with Wu Fengshui, was able to stand shoulder to shoulder with Wu Lei'an, and gained the approval of Shechuan Gangqi. He also became friends with Jihaiwang and Guan Linchun on the arena.

The banquet was filled with laughter.

In short, Shiraki Cheng is definitely not a violent guy!

But at this moment, seeing Bai Mucheng approaching Duoer step by step, one felt an indescribable "impactful" pressure and ferocity.

It was a powerful sense of presence that was completely different from daily life and even working in the other world.

It left every viewer in awe!

"Ha ha……"

Bai Mucheng grinned, his eyes darting around as he scanned the surrounding scene.

"The night was perfect, the moon was beautiful, the atmosphere was fantastic, there were spectators, the venue was large enough, and the opponents were 'strong'..."

As he recounted his experiences, he felt increasingly fortunate.

"Humph!"

Bai Mucheng squinted, bared his teeth, and grinned so hard that his facial muscles bulged his lower eyelids, bloodstains appearing in the whites of his eyes, his gaze fixed firmly on Duoer.

Such a rare and wonderful time—

"I really want to fight again!!"

Chapter 306 Until the outcome is decided

This is Wu Zhi Li—the stronghold of the Wu clan.

About one-tenth of the population are Wu clan members and related people, so they have naturally heard of the Quanyuan Association and that street fighting tournament.

Therefore, even though the battle between Shiraki and Dor was sudden, it still attracted a lot of onlookers.

The audience suddenly noticed something—

Shiramu Cheng was not focused.

More accurately, Shiraki Sei is not focused on "Dor".

Even amidst the bloodshed of battle, he still had the mind to unabashedly appreciate everything around him!

Time, battlefield, moon, audience, atmosphere...

This also includes his rival, "Dor"!

—This is the fighter nicknamed "Fighting Spirit"!

……

……

"Well……"

Dole's attempt to blindfold himself with blood was ineffective, and he was also frightened by Shiraki's relentless approach.

He felt excruciating pain all over his body. He barely managed to sit up from the ground, gasping for breath and coughing up a few drops of blood every now and then.

Bai Mucheng approached Duoer, but did not pursue him.

He tilted his head and recalled, "When you attacked Robinson, you asked him: What is a duel?"

"Then let's have a duel."

Bai Mucheng stood sideways, his left arm pressed forward, his right arm raised to protect his ribs, and his gaze fixed on Duoer.

"That was the first round, and in my opinion, you've already lost. But if you don't want to admit it, that's fine too. Let's have another round!"

"..."

Upon hearing Bai Mucheng's words, Duoer struggled to his feet and staggered forward in a disheveled manner.

Swish!

He lunged forward, clenching his right fist and pulling it back, while extending his left hand forward to maintain balance, seemingly about to unleash a powerful right punch.

But in the next instant—

Ding!

Dol's left ring finger suddenly twitched, triggering a mechanism within his body.

His left arm joint contained a spring, which suddenly tightened, propelling his left fist forward at a speed almost invisible to the naked eye.

This completely counterintuitive "fast and heavy punch with the lead hand" is a "spring punch" that only Dorr, who has undergone human body modification, can use!

call out!

His left fist went straight for Bai Mucheng's jaw.

Bai Mucheng lowered his center of gravity, raised his right arm behind him, and extended his left arm forward, using his left hand to sweep across Dor's wrist, deflecting the spring-loaded punch.

[Aura Parry]!

Snapped!

"—?!"