Super Fighting Tokyo.

What if that move works? That won't work either!

The killing skills honed over the years were like a "hundred weapons" in normal times, available for any dragon to use, but now they were useless.

That legendary assassin, who specialized in the art of killing, is now out of skills!

This tactic... definitely didn't work!

That move is the same!

Blocked, stopped, evaded...

Bailong gradually realized that Kebar's battles never stopped, but he had already exhausted all the "combat moves" he could use!

His mindset changed, and his moves became increasingly erratic, unable to even perform at his original level.

This legendary assassin, a master of killing, is gradually heading towards the "end of his battle" in the face of Kebar's "endless battle".

"Huff...huff...!"

Exhausted and panting heavily, Bailong then pulled out his last two steel balls, intending to fight to the death at extremely close range.

But he never expected—

Swish!

Kebar pressed down with both hands, using his two thumbs to hold down the steel balls, completely suppressing Bailong's thumbs that were about to spring out.

Here we go again! Here we go again!!

Bai Long's eyes twitched. He looked up and saw Kebar, who had a calm expression. The two were very close.

Swish!

Kebar delivered a headbutt to Bailong's face, causing him to spit blood from his mouth and nose, and his nose to be noticeably crooked to one side.

"Well……"

Bailong grunted, chewed on a broken tooth, and spat it directly at Kebar.

But Kebal simply tilted his head slightly, shook his medium-length hair that was showing outside his headscarf, and easily caught the broken tooth, tossing it aside.

This incredibly light and absurd technique made Bailong suddenly realize—

[Second Master] Kebar, he's not human!

"Humph!"

Kebar pursed his lips, hissed, and then delivered a powerful slap to Bailong's left ear, shattering his eardrum instantly.

puff!

Blood gushed from Bailong's left ear hole.

Not only that, his left eye turned bloodshot, blood dripped from his left nostril, and half of his face was red from the powerful slap!

"Uh……"

Bailong murmured softly, then lost his balance. His eyes rolled back at different angles from the blow, and he swayed as if about to fall.

Seeing this, Kebar was about to stop and declare the outcome decided.

But then, something unexpected happened—

With his last bit of strength, Bailong clasped his hands together and gripped Kebar's wrists tightly to keep himself from falling.

He wanted to stand up, and he had to stand up!

Because there are still people he wants to see!

"eagle……"

Bailong murmured softly.

The left eye became swollen and bruised, making it impossible to even turn; it continued to roll upwards.

Only his right eye drooped down, filled with loneliness, as he fell into a brief nightmare.

In his dream, Bailong recalled the past.

……

That was another lawless place in the world when he was young.

Bai Long, a professional assassin, once fought against a female martial artist named "Eagle," but ultimately lost because he underestimated her.

The two met under unusual circumstances and, by a twist of fate, began dating.

Of course, neither of them were good people, so even when they were on a date, they would occasionally receive "work" invitations.

One day, Bailong received another murder commission: to kill a kid who had angered the gang, with a very generous reward.

But the eagle at that time was very strange.

She said she didn't want Bailong to do murder again.

But Bailong resolutely refused.

In Bailong's view at the time, being assigned to deal with powerful people through commissions was proof that he had survived by constantly honing his martial arts skills.

Ms. Eagle retorted, "Although I don't quite understand it either, I might want to live as a 'human' in the future."

The young Bailong scoffed, "How foolish, Eagle. No matter what you do, a human is still a human."

Suddenly, Ms. Eagle asked, "If I were the target of the commission, would you come and kill me?"

Bailong thought for a moment, "If that's really the case, then that's very interesting!"

So, Ms. Eagle left without saying goodbye.

"..."

Several years later, Bailong learned by chance that Ms. Eagle was pregnant with his child.

Bailong, who was obsessed with the way of killing, suddenly had a strange feeling.

He couldn't explain it, so he tried to ask Eagle, but he couldn't find any clues about her. It seemed that she was avoiding him.

Not long after, Bailong, the "Hundred Slaughterers," retired from public life.

And so, many years passed.

Some time ago, people from IDEAL forcibly contacted him and provided him with a close-up photo of "Eagle".

It is said that Ms. Eagle—or "Grandma Eagle"—is now working in the Tokyo Secret Burial Division, doing police work, and is operating around the inner city.

In order to find the eagle, Bailong accepted IDEAL's request and eventually came to the inner city.

Eagle...Are you over there? Where are you?

"..."

Bailong's body trembled from the excruciating pain.

In a daze, he seemed to see that graceful "eagle" staring at him with its face obscured.

She asked, "Why did you come here?"

"Could it be that you, once hailed as a top-notch assassin and scoundrel, have suddenly grown lonely in your old age? And so you wanted to come and see your wife and children?"

"It's too late..."

"..."

The Hundred Dragons, who are obsessed with killing and fighting, still cannot understand this.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

Bailong gripped Kebar's wrist tightly, muttering:

"Eagle, where are you?"

"It's me! Don't go! Where are you going?"

"I'm getting old and want to stop fighting. After this mission is over, let's live together as a family! Okay?"

"I want to be with you..."

Bailong's face drooped, but his arm still wouldn't loosen. "Eagle, I don't want to fight anymore, I don't want to fight anymore, I don't want to fight..."

"..."

Hearing Bailong's words, Kebard paused for a moment, then swung his left arm and flipped Bailong over.

That speed was so fast that it could smash a person's brain to pieces on the ground.

But in the end, Bailong did not crash into the ground; instead, he was grabbed by Kebar.

Seeing that the elderly legendary assassin had already fainted, Kebar gently tossed him to the ground and paid no further attention to anything else.

"Sigh! The windmill isn't turning, and the final result wasn't pretty either. What a bad day."

Kebar sighed and turned to look at Shiramu Cheng. His interest was piqued again because Shiramu Cheng had played a truly beautiful game.

Bang bang bang!

A series of machine gun uppercuts left Billy coughing up blood from his mouth and nose, trembling as he collapsed to the ground, before managing to get up with difficulty.

Tick-tock... tick-tock... tick-tock...

Blood flowed from the caracal's jaw and fell to the ground like raindrops, unstoppable.

Chapter 458 Meteorite

Drizzling...

Billy's nose and mouth were bleeding profusely. He looked up and glared fiercely at Bai Mucheng. After taking a few deep breaths, he barely managed to stop trembling.

He lifted a corner of his suit jacket, pulled out two military daggers from his waist, held them upright in his left hand and backwards in his right, and struck a pose towards Bai Mucheng.

“DIE…”

Billy charged forward, brandishing his dagger and launching a fierce attack, unleashing a barrage of sharp, cold glints.