Super Fighting Tokyo.

Q-Lang was immediately terrified and completely lost his composure.

The one who was able to seize such a good opportunity and make such a precise sniping shot was none other than Wu Fengshui, a guns whiz from the Wu clan.

She heard through Shiraki Cheng's earphones about Q-Darlang's massacre of villagers and his taking away children for human experiments, which fueled her anger.

So in the end, Wu Fengshui gave Q-Lang two bullets—so that Rodham couldn't hear Q-Lang's voice.

"Go to hell, you scum!"

……

……

Fifth floor, office.

"it's over……"

Hearing the loud footsteps coming from upstairs, Ye Xing put his hands behind his back and sighed softly, "Lord Ninefold is doomed—he will be killed by Rodm, whom he personally trained."

"……not necessarily."

Bai Mucheng, who was standing next to him, suddenly spoke up. He was still squatting to warm up and keep the temperature of his muscles.

"You can't lie to the Liar."

Shiraki nodded towards the direction of the Baku, and gestured to Yoru, "We've already said goodbye to 'Rodm.' If Q-Daro can realize this—he might still be able to hold onto 'life.'"

"Hmm?" Ye Xing was slightly taken aback.

When the battle was decided, he did hear Shiraki Shigeaki and Akagi Shigeru say "goodbye" and "farewell" to Rodem one after the other.

But Rodham is still alive.

So, weren't those two sentences meant to mislead Q-Lang? What do you mean by "not lying"?

As they walked through the night, puzzled, a shrill scream suddenly came from upstairs.

"Wow—Aaaaaaah!"

The sound was deafening, filled with extreme anger and violence, striking straight to the heart.

"..."

He walked at night, squinting in deep thought.

The one capable of making such a roar was naturally Rodham upstairs, but upon closer listening, it sounded a bit strange.

There was a sense of confusion... even grievance in that voice.

Suddenly, Ye Xing even felt that Rodham was about to "cry".

Rodham? The murderous monster from the abandoned building—crying? Are you kidding me!

……and many more!

Startled awake in the night, he looked up abruptly and realized he had overlooked someone—the other personality within Rodm, the true owner of that body.

The one who roared was Maruk!

……

……

Upstairs, on the sixth floor.

The surrounding area was a mess, and Maruk had long since stopped the pursuit, standing there in a daze.

"Ah...ah..."

Maruk rubbed his ears, and his hearing, which had been affected by the bullets, gradually returned.

He stammered, "Father...Father, who...am I?"

"Is he...father's son? Or Rodham, who helped his father kill?"

Maruk felt his head was in a mess.

After being briefly subdued by Shiraki and others, Baku Madarame put an earpiece on Maruk and connected him to Shigeru Akagi.

Therefore, Maruk heard what Q-Lang said.

Q said that he attacked several battlefield villages, killed the adults, and left the children to conduct human experiments. Maruk was the only surviving test subject.

The words in these sentences kept swirling in Maruk's mind.

He recalled Q-Lang's twisted smile when they first met, and the words he had spoken to him.

"Alright, Maruk, let's go. From today onwards, I am your father."

"...Wait, that's not right!"

Maruk burst into tears, the tears streaming down his face and gradually washing away the cleaning agent that was affecting his eyesight.

“I… am not Maruk, nor Rodham…”

"Ah—ah! You liar, who am I! Tell me!"

Swish!Swish!

Maruk continued to swing his fists, slamming them against the surrounding walls repeatedly, even causing cracks to appear on the entire wall and brick fragments to fall continuously.

However, no one will answer Maruk's question.

Q-Lang still didn't realize that Rodm, who was chasing him, was gone, replaced by the dazed Maruk.

In a state of extreme terror and confusion, Q-Lang panicked and jumped from the sixth floor of the building, ultimately falling to his death with a thud.

"Ah—woo..."

Looking at the empty space in front of him, Maruk bit his lip until it bled, clenched his fists and roared, "Waaaaah!"

Because of human experimentation, Maruk is extremely strong in combat, but his mind is that of a child.

In his extreme confusion and pain, Maruk's brain activated its self-protection mechanism, driving his body to vent his frustrations and smash everything around him!

Thump! Boom! Crash...

At this moment, Maruk was like a child abandoned by his parents, who could only resort to tantrums to protect himself as much as possible.

……

……

Listening to the commotion upstairs, Baku sighed softly.

"Q-Long wouldn't have been killed by Maruk, but he planted his own 'karma' by not believing that Rodm would let him go, and ultimately died because of his own 'karma'."

"That's true."

Ye Xing nodded, narrowing his eyes slightly, and said, "In short, Q-Darlang is dead, and the outcome of this gamble will be decided between Lord Baku and Lord Akagi."

At this point, Ye Xing couldn't help but laugh, "To be honest, I'm more looking forward to the match between the two of you than Q-Lang."

"Haha, Mr. Nightwalker, you're in high spirits." Baku chuckled a few times, then looked up. "But, is it really a good idea to let Maruk go crazy upstairs like this?"

"..."

Nightwalker thought to himself, "As expected. After all, Baku's target is Rodem's strength, so there's no reason for him to give up so easily."

If they want to subdue the out-of-control Maruk, besides Ye Xing, only one other person present has a chance...

"Hehe, that's all we can do."

Akagi Shigeru, a cigarette dangling from his lips, looked at Shiraki Sei—who had already warmed up and walked to the office door. "The rest is up to you, Sei-kun. Let me see your boxing match one more time."

"……OK!"

Bai Mucheng raised his fist and disappeared from everyone's sight.

Nightwalker understood the thoughts of that [person from the Divine Realm].

Compared to the lyricist who has ulterior motives, it is much stranger for Shigeru Akagi to stay here, as it does not conform to the rumors about his personality.

However, if Akagi Shigeru's purpose was to witness the outcome of the battle between Shiraki Shō and Maruk, then it would make sense.

The reason is simple—as a "notary," Ye Xing himself wanted to see it for himself.

Putting aside the gambling, the fighting, the conspiracies and tricks, and putting Shiraki Cheng and Maruk side by side, which side is stronger?

……

……

The sixth floor.

Shiraki Shigeaki came up the stairs, stepped out of the shadows, and into the moonlit corridor, where he came into Maruk's view.

Maruk's fists were bleeding, he was panting heavily, and his eyes were bloodshot. "Who...am I?"

Shiramu Cheng took off his shirt, revealing well-defined muscles, and scratched his head helplessly.

"Um, sorry, I don't know who you are."

He spread his arms wide, striking a Zangief-style fighting stance, his movements far more skillful than a few minutes earlier.

Bai Mucheng exhaled a breath of hot air, "But we can try to think about 'how to live'..."

Chapter Thirty-Six: I Don't Want to Lose (Third Update!)

"Woo, ga—!"

Maruk gasped for breath, letting out low growls as saliva dribbled from the corner of his mouth, mixed with streaks of bright red blood.

How...how can one live?

Upon hearing Shiramu Cheng's words, flashbacks of Q-Daro's teachings to him kept replaying in his mind.

{Maruk, kill!}

{All you need to do is kill people, don't think about anything else!}

{Tsk, this Maruk is such a waste, we should hurry up and call Rodem out...}