Super Fighting Tokyo.

A powerful surge of fighting spirit swept over, causing Dor to instinctively turn around and look back, his expression one of extreme horror.

"brake!"

Shiraki delivered a powerful punch, striking Dol in the chest as he turned around.

[Strike with extreme force!]

Boom—!!

A deafening roar erupted, creating waves that were almost visible to the naked eye, sending Dorr flying backward.

call out!

Blood was splattered along the way.

With a loud "crash," Dor was like a cannonball, crashing directly into the roller shutter behind him and embedding himself in the sheet metal, leaving behind a slender human figure.

“Brother Dorr, you really don’t need to worry about it, because I won’t call you despicable.”

Bai Mucheng swung his right fist, and wisps of gunpowder seemed to rise from the knuckles.

“In battle, taunting is common, or people may be polite or just mess around; all sorts of things can happen.”

"And in the end, the so-called 'battle' must determine a winner and a loser."

"Of course, it happens occasionally that you deliberately make a mocking gesture, and then launch a surprise attack when the other party responds."

"But ultimately, these are all part of the 'battle'."

Bai Mucheng approached Duoer, grabbed his tattered collar, pulled him out of the roller shutter door, and slammed him to the ground.

"You ask, 'What is combat?'"

"Everything that happens until the outcome is decided—is a battle!"

Chapter 307 For the Battle

Dorr was slammed to the ground, lying on his back with his eyes glazed over.

"Cough cough..."

He coughed up a mouthful of blood, lay on his back on the ground, and was unable to move for a moment, as indescribable pain coursed through his entire body.

"Mmm~~~~"

Bai Mucheng leaned down, looked at Duo'er's bloodied face, and asked earnestly, "Brother Duo'er, would you like to play another round?"

"……hehe."

Dol's chapped lips curled up slightly, revealing a hoarse chuckle as he answered Bai Mucheng.

Bai Mucheng nodded, stood sideways and assumed a fighting stance, then raised his big foot high and stomped down hard on Dor's head.

Zangief Energy Stomp!

Boom!

The stomp missed its mark, leaving only a shoe print.

At the critical moment, Dorr hooked his wrist, tightening the spring in his right arm, and forcefully pushed his body aside, rolling to the side.

Swish...

Dol used the momentum to stand up, but his whole body was still swaying, and his posture was indescribably awkward.

His almost unfocused eyes looked at Bai Mucheng not far away, and he subconsciously twitched his fingers, wanting to gain some sense of security by touching the blade.

But when the blade popped out from the right wrist, there was only a "snap" sound, and the sound was clearly wrong.

"..."

Dol shook his right hand, and the blade on his wrist also trembled, becoming noticeably loose and no longer as firmly fixed as before.

Ankles, knees, elbows—similar conditions were found on various parts of the blade.

There is a noticeable friction at the joints, and even my springy left fist is difficult to clench. It always gets stuck and I can only half-clench it.

"Hey……"

With blood streaming from his mouth and nose, Dorl smiled helplessly, "That punch was indeed too heavy; it's almost damaged the internal mechanisms, and it'll be a real pain to repair..."

Clearly, under the bombardment of [Extreme Strike], the modified mechanism inside Dorl's body suffered significant damage, likely due to a malfunction in the steel wires or connection points.

"..."

The appearance of a malfunction is also a kind of "appearance".

Bai Mucheng's steps were swift, and he suddenly pushed off the ground and charged forward, throwing a quick left straight punch.

The next moment—

puff!

Dol flicked the base of his little finger, and the smoke grenade hidden on his back suddenly exploded, billowing out thick smoke that instantly engulfed the surroundings.

Shiraki maintained a defensive stance, on guard, but was also more surprised.

Dorr had hidden a smoke bomb on his back!?

He had never used this tactic before, meaning the smoke bomb was recently "installed".

It's likely that Dorian's actions of using Dolor as a "Claymore mine" made Dolor wary.

If someone were to imitate Dorian and control Dol from behind, Dol could use this move to escape and inflict a severe blow on the opponent behind him!

"..."

Bai Mucheng remained on guard for a moment, until the white smoke dissipated in the wind, but there was still no sign of Dor.

So they ran away again.

The onlookers looked at each other, unable to pinpoint the exact direction, and could only guess based on the footprints.

Bai Mucheng waved helplessly, apologized to the shop owners who had been disturbed, and checked the traces left on the ground, following them all the way back.

……

……

Swish swish!

Dol walked through the dark alleys, his figure staggering, yet he ran extremely fast.

Having been a "special agent" himself, he had clashed with the Wu clan several times, so he wasn't naive enough to think he could escape from Wu.

He just wanted a moment to catch his breath.

Ideally, one should find a quiet place to temporarily repair the internal mechanisms so that the blade can extend normally and maintain its lethality.

Why do you do that?

"...!!"

Dole suddenly thought of this problem, and his whole body twitched in pain again.

Hmm, it's for fighting, right?

It's the kind of "battle" he envisions—using any means necessary to prove that he is stronger and no one can beat him.

Therefore, this is absolutely necessary!

……perhaps?

Previously certain, Dorr couldn't help but have doubts.

What he hoped for was to lose the victory to his opponent even after giving it his all.

In that respect, I did use all my strength just now, but I ran away at the end. Does that mean I lost the victory?

"..."

As he pondered, he heard footsteps behind him.

He turned his head and saw that Bai Mucheng had already caught up, using parkour techniques to jump over the wall and appear a hundred meters away.

Those eyes gleamed with a sharp light, like an inescapable demon, leaving two streaks of light in the darkness.

"call!"

Dol took a deep breath and escaped again by turning the corner at the end of the alley.

How do we fight this battle?

What kind of battle will we have to fight this time?

Dol was dazed from the beating, feeling that his thoughts were a jumbled mess.

He once served as a "secret agent" for the British intelligence service, carrying out countless dangerous missions and clashing with "world-renowned strongmen".

Warlords, politicians, warmongers, crime bosses, mercenaries, arms dealers...

Those who can easily take other people's lives, as long as they use every means to fight, no one can be their match!

No matter how treacherous or cunning, no matter how cruel or violent, they are all without exception!

As for those "competitive athletes," such as boxers, Muay Thai fighters, karate practitioners, etc., they are not even as good as the previous ones.

That's why Dol was drawn by "feelings," came to the Tokyo Dome's underground fighting arena, and uttered those words—

"I came here to meet strong 'non-competitive' athletes, following my heart."

However, when he first ambushed "Kick King" Robinson, an accident occurred.

By a twist of fate, he was drawn into the chaotic battle between Shiraki Cheng, Gaolang, and Dorian, and was ultimately used by Dorian as a "human-shaped Claymore landmine."

Was that considered a battle?

The subsequent operation to disguise themselves as hostages and launch a sneak attack on Wu Lei'an was even more perilous.

The Wu clan's "Demon" lives up to its name...

This time, however, when Dor faced Bai Mucheng and suffered greatly under his fists and feet, he suddenly had a new feeling.