Super Fighting Tokyo.

Dole's eyes widened, momentarily unable to accept it, but then he noticed the key point.

He didn't puncture Guan Linchun's left eyeball, but instead hit the apple cheek under his left eye, leaving a bloody gash.

Did I make a mistake? Was it because I was seriously injured?

wrong--

Dorr frowned, realizing that Guan Linchun must have done something.

This is true.

In professional wrestling, there are "unbearable" moves, such as eye gouging, groin kicks, and dangerous takedowns.

But professional wrestlers don't have the option of "running away," so they have to "safely endure it."

There are generally two solutions to attacks targeting the eyes.

Firstly, at the moment of being attacked, move your body slightly backward to reduce the degree of damage.

However, this method is extremely risky, and almost no wrestlers would attempt it.

Secondly, it involves slightly shifting the focus away from the opponent's target and using a part of the eye "outside" the eye to intercept the attack, causing the opponent to miss their target.

Guan Linchun used the second method!

Just as the blade was about to sever his eyeball, he grinned sharply upwards, deflecting the blade's path and allowing his cheekbone to be cut instead.

This is a high-risk technique that only a "master of parrying" would dare to use!

"Gah!"

Guan Linchun let out a strange laugh and delivered a powerful punch to Duo'er's abdomen, causing him to cough up a mouthful of blood and convulse in pain.

"Gu..."

Seeing that things were not going well, Dorr tried to retreat, but his right wrist was grabbed and he could not break free.

He could only swing his left wrist, leaving bloody marks on Guan Linchun's body.

Swish swish!

Dorr's attacks hit repeatedly, but Guan Linchun's vital points remained unharmed, only suffering numerous superficial wounds from the blade.

"Remember this, cyborg guy."

Guan Linchun swung Duoer's right wrist while simultaneously clenching his right fist, with the inside facing out, and pulled back to the limit to build up power.

"In professional wrestling, you can do anything as long as you don't get caught!"

Swah——

Boom!

Let's deliver another liver-bursting punch!

"Waaah!"

Dol screamed, his body arched and he flew backward, collapsing to his knees with a thud, vomiting blood and stomach acid.

"Ugh...cough cough..."

The wrestler's powerful liver punch felt like a nail gun piercing his abdomen; Dorr felt his internal organs churning and he nearly lost consciousness.

"..."

Just then, footsteps came from behind Dorr.

Two figures approached side by side, exchanging a few words of laughter from time to time; they were Bai Mucheng and Wu Fengshui.

After chatting with his relatives, Wu Fengshui went out to look for Bai Mucheng and happened to run into him while he was taking a walk and chasing after him, so he followed him.

"Brother Dorr, aren't you done yet?"

Shiramu stretched and yawned, feeling a little sleepy.

"Victory and defeat are just battles. If you don't admit defeat, then fight another one. Maybe you can win the next one?"

"Brother Yudi Dubu seems to have said something similar, let me think..."

"The so-called victory or defeat is something that needs to be calculated for every game."

Bai Mucheng squatted beside the kneeling Duoer, a wide smile spreading across his face as he chuckled leisurely:

"But if you run away with your tail between your legs halfway through the fight, don't come here bragging about 'wanting to taste defeat'~~~"

Chapter 311 Fighting and Evolution

"Huh...huh..."

Dorr vomited incessantly, no longer knowing whether he was vomiting blood or stomach acid.

He was breathing heavily, his breath reeking of blood. He strained to focus his eyes and turned to look at Bai Mucheng, who was squatting on the ground beside him.

Taking a deep breath, he forced out a hoarse voice, "...Do you still want to fight?"

"What are you talking about, fighting or not fighting..."

Bai Mucheng smiled faintly and said, "I'm not like you. I won't run away from the battle. The key question is how you want to fight."

"By the way, if you want to escape, you'd better hurry, after all, [Hell Heaven] is here, and he's much more ferocious than Brother Guan."

"..."

Dol was once again enraged by Bai Mucheng and was considering whether to take action when he suddenly felt darkness fall in front of him.

He looked up and saw Guan Linchun had already walked over, standing there covered in blood, his imposing presence like a mountain of steel.

"Are you Guan's friend? I heard you've already fought with him."

Guan Linchun glanced at Bai Mucheng, half of his face stained red with blood, "So now, this is my battle with him, so don't interfere!"

Before Bai Mucheng could respond, Duoer took the initiative.

Click!

His toes twitched, triggering a spring mechanism inside his right leg, causing the entire leg to straighten instantly and lift his nearly powerless body.

"ah!"

Dorr headbutted Guan Linchun squarely on the bridge of his nose with a loud thud.

puff!

Guan Linchun was hit hard, and his whole body was thrown backward. Blood gushed from his nose instantly, like two blood-red columns.

Even though his entire face was aching terribly, the [Hell Heaven] from the Demon Realm still kept his crimson eyes wide open and forcibly maintained his burly physique.

"scare!"

Guan Linchun shouted and grabbed Duoer by the neck, making Duoer's face turn red.

Dorr gritted his teeth and endured the pain, then suddenly threw out his right fist.

At this moment, the advantage of the internal mechanism became apparent. Dorr flicked his finger, and the spring in his right arm tightened, propelling him forward towards Guan Linchun.

Spring Punch!

Snapped!

The blow struck Guan Linchun's jaw, dislocating it and causing his mouth to open wide uncontrollably, his chin swaying back and forth.

Guan Linchun was momentarily stunned as a result.

Feeling the large hand lose its strength, Dorr bent over and kicked Guan Linchun in the chest.

boom!

He used the momentum to flip over and jump, breaking free from Guan Linchun's grasp.

Logically, this should be a good time to retaliate, but the resilience of professional wrestlers is beyond the norm.

Guan Linchun stiffened his neck, his neck muscles bulging with veins, and refused to back down an inch, staring fiercely at Duoer.

Dole was clearly frightened by the scene. He instinctively twisted his feet, turned around and staggered away, completely panicked.

"..."

Watching Dorr's retreating figure, Guan Linchun held his chin with both hands and pressed down hard.

Boom!

The dislocated jaw was repositioned.

"Ha! My jaw hasn't dislocated in ages!"

Guan Linchun twisted his arms and stuck out his tongue at Bai Mucheng beside him, "Brother, now that you've decided the winner, this opponent is mine!"

"If you don't agree, I'll use the curse of the demon realm on you!"

Bai Mucheng nodded, indicating that [Hell Heaven] should do as he pleased.

Guan Linchun then strode off to catch up with Dor, even taking out his face paint to touch up his makeup along the way.

"As expected, professional wrestlers still have to settle their differences through wrestling!"

……

……

In fact, Dorr did not know why he was running away.

Or perhaps, this has always been his approach.

Is there something wrong with it?

Dor didn't know.

But for some reason, doing this makes me feel irritable, and I even dislike it a little, and gradually it becomes unacceptable.

"Huh...huh..."

He ran through several streets and disappeared into another dark alley.