Super Fighting Tokyo.

Turns out I've never actually "fought" before!

"..."

despair!

Dol turned around and saw Bai Mucheng not far away, so he tried to raise his right arm and beckoned to him with his finger.

Bai Mucheng stepped forward at the invitation and stretched his arms.

Seeing this, Dorr had a premonition that he was going to get a beating, or even lose his life, but he still couldn't help but laugh.

"What is battle, what is victory, what is defeat..."

"So that's how it is. I never understood these things before, so at this moment—that's when I crave the taste of defeat."

Dor lowered his center of gravity, his sharp gaze locking onto Bai Mucheng.

"So, this should be the first time I've ever wanted to fight someone, to settle a score with someone."

"Heh, I don't really have any special feelings about it."

He adopted a shaky fighting stance, yet he was far more resilient than ever before.

"...Please advise me!"

Chapter 313 Joy Like Liberation

Wuzhili is indeed not a big place, but it is home to many people who know about the "inner world".

Therefore, the battle surrounding Dorr naturally attracted onlookers.

Scattered spectators appeared on the streets and alleys.

Several members of the Wu clan helped the injured Guan Linchun away and took him to the infirmary, while the others stayed behind to see Dorr's last moments.

Is that about it?

—Dolor's gaze swept around as he thought to himself.

Indeed, it is the "last".

Dol's gaze dimmed, and he couldn't even describe his feelings. His only thought was "fight"—against Shiraki Cheng.

How should we fight?

That said, the internal mechanisms were all broken, and it couldn't even eject anything, so there were no other means.

As for "escape," all escape routes have been blocked by the audience, and with his dying body, there is absolutely no possibility of escape.

Even in this desperate situation, he still wanted to fight?

No, that's not right...

Dorl silently corrected himself.

No matter how dire the situation is at this moment, it has nothing to do with the "battle" I want to fight!

"So, it's okay..."

Dor lowered his body, adopting a charging fighting stance, and approached Shiramu Cheng step by step.

Bai Mucheng took off his shirt and tossed it to Wu Fengshui, who was standing to the side, and looked Duoer up and down.

He smiled and exclaimed, "Brother Dorr, what a handsome man!"

"Ah!"

Dole chuckled softly, then used his last bit of strength to slide forward and throw a left jab.

Swish!

Bai Mucheng tilted his head and dodged, making a very small movement.

If Dor had flicked the blade from his wrist at that moment—even if it was loose—it would have certainly slashed Shiraki's face, but Dor did not do so.

He simply threw an upward punch during the fight.

"ah!"

Missing his first strike, Dorl pushed off the ground, turned, and swept his right whip kick across the middle of his body.

The white wooden support formed a defensive structure on the left arm.

boom!

The kick landed on Bai Mucheng's left forearm, and the remaining force exploded, pushing Bai Mucheng to the side a few centimeters, his feet sliding on the ground.

"Hey!"

Dol gritted his teeth, mustered all his strength, and kept kicking and punching Bai Mucheng. His fists and feet landed on Bai Mucheng's body with muffled "bang bang bang".

"..."

Bai Mucheng braced himself with his arms in defense, his core focused, and stood firm against the blows of Dorr's punches and kicks.

Even a layman could easily see that Dor's punches and kicks were completely ineffective against Shiramu Cheng and could not cause any effective damage.

Even so, Shiraki continued to defend, letting Dor kick and punch him to his heart's content.

In other words, let Dorr fight to his heart's content!

Gradually—

Shiraki loosened his defensive stance, simply standing still to take full advantage of Dor's continuous attacks head-on, without offering any defense whatsoever.

Boom!

Dol attacked with both fists, slamming them into Bai Mucheng's face, causing a little blood to flow from his nose.

This was the only thing he could do.

"..."

Dorr's punches and kicks gradually slowed down as he reached his physical limit.

"Brother Dorr, that's settled then."

Bai Mucheng's eyes narrowed.

"what!"

He delivered a quick mid-section hook punch, striking Dorr in the abdomen, causing him to groan in pain.

The next step was a sweeping right leg kick that struck Dorl's shin, causing him to stagger forward and exposing a huge opening in his throat.

Finally, take a small step back and then kick forward with your left foot.

Swish!

【Ryuo's Unbreakable Triple Strike】!

The kick was aimed at Dorr's throat, but it wasn't delivered with full force.

Bai Mucheng, relying on his precise control of distance, basically just extended the outside of his foot forward, pressing it against Dor's throat.

"Uh……"

Dorr's body sank, his throat pressed against the foot blade by his own weight, and his eyes gradually became unfocused.

Even so, he still raised his left hand, and then—

He gently patted his chest.

"This……"

Dol's voice was hoarse. "In the traditional customs of my hometown, this means surrender and admitting defeat."

"Although a more formal approach would be to kneel down and ask you to step over my shirt, I simply don't have the strength..."

Dorr's voice faded.

In his final moments before falling into a coma, he ended his first battle and accepted his first defeat.

Surprisingly, what welled up in my heart was a joy called "liberation".

Dole's lips curled up slightly; he couldn't help but smile, accepting the outcome of the battle with equanimity.

"..."

Pfft!

Dorl fell to the ground and remained motionless.

Shiramu lowered his raised left leg, then raised his right hand, clenched it into a fist with a "bang" sound, and gestured to the surrounding audience.

We won!

clap clap clap...

Tibetan Quwu was the first to applaud, followed by Wu Fengshui, and then many more people—joyed by the atmosphere of the moment, offering their blessings.

……

……

Ten minutes later, at the Wu clan chief's residence.

Just as Sonoda was keeping watch over the door to his room, it was suddenly pulled open, waking him from his sleep.

"Huh?! Huh?? What..."

Sonoda was fast asleep when he barely opened his sleepy eyes and looked at the opened courtyard gate, vaguely seeing several figures—

Bai Mucheng, Wu Fengshui, and Zangdi Quwu.

It seems that there is someone else carrying on the shoulders of the Tibetan exorcist. Who is it?

"Ok??"

Sonoda wiped her face; her skin was noticeably oily, and she looked like she hadn't woken up yet.

He paused for a good four or five seconds before collapsing onto the tatami mat, letting out a long sigh and muttering, "Am I dreaming?"