Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 28 Super Violence
Blah blah blah...

Pebbles, dust, sheet metal, water pipes, blood, bits of flesh... and other miscellaneous things were scattered all around, creating a mess.

Interspersed among them was a heavy sigh.

"call--!"

The masked man named Rodham stood in a half-squatting position, his feet on the blood-soaked ground, exhaling puffs of hot air.

Before him stood Shiraki Shō, Akagi Shigeru, Madarame Baku, and Kaji Takaomi—these four men.

They had just broken through the wire traps on the road and were heading towards the third floor.

Originally, there was another mercenary with slicked-back hair, but at this moment, that mercenary had been kicked away by Rodham and slammed against the wall.

Faintly, one could hear Q-Lang's sinister laughter coming from the communicator next to Rodham's ear.

"Very good! Rodham! Your landing was excellent! Let them see what you're made of!"

"..."

In that instant, everyone except Rodham, who was breathing heavily, stopped breathing, as if everything had stopped moving, and only the oppressive feeling of bloodshed filled the air.

"Ha... Huh..."

A second later, Takaomi Kaji was finally able to hear his own breathing and feel that he was still "alive".

He felt a strong sense of unreality as his eyes darted left and right, looking at the others around him, trying to find something as a lifeline in this moment.

First up was Mr. Baku—the Madarame Baku. He too stared wide-eyed at Rodham, seemingly lost in thought.

In any case, Baku must have thought about many things, so many that he even had a nosebleed, but he was completely unaware of it.

Then there's Shigeru Akagi, this middle-aged man who seemed to maintain a calm demeanor throughout.

Even now, Shigeru Akagi only had a few more beads of cold sweat on his forehead, and his eyes were still as clear as they were at the beginning, so clear that it made people feel uneasy.

"..."

Kaji Takaomi was stunned for a moment, unable to understand the two people at all, and even unable to understand their emotions.

At that moment, Kaji Takaomi suddenly heard the two men mutter a sentence to themselves—

"This is so much fun!!!"

"interesting……"

Although the wording is different, the meaning is obviously similar.

Kaji Takaomi recalled what Baku Madarame had just said about Q-Taro: "—He's seeking pleasure, which means he'll have many weaknesses!"

Now there are these two... no, there's a third one!

Kaji Takaomi looked over and saw that Shiraki Sei had clenched his fists and assumed a side stance, somewhat like a variant of karate.

The expression on Shiraki Shige's face was similar to that of Madarame Baku and Akagi Shigeru, with excitement gleaming in his eyes.

Is he going to start a fight—a fight with that "super violent monster" in front of him?!

So, does this mean that these three people have already developed a weakness in their minds?!
What follows is either life or death; in other words, the outcome of this gamble is still uncertain...

The unknown fear of victory or defeat, life or death, fermented in Kaji Takaomi's heart, making everything blurry once again.

What broke this stalemate was an extremely shrill scream.

"what--!"

The sound came from beside Rodham—behind the broken metal door.

It turns out that the slick-haired mercenary was still alive.

Or perhaps he's only temporarily alive, since his lower body has been crushed by the metal door panel, just like being run over by a wheel, almost like being cut in half at the waist.

The fact that he's still alive is most likely thanks to the adrenaline he's been producing; it's a case of a final burst of energy before death.

"That damned monster, he actually attacked his own people..."

The rage before his death drove the slick-haired mercenary to unleash astonishing power.

He reached out and grabbed the submachine gun that Kaji Takaomi had been holding, but in the chaos it had fallen and landed right within his reach.

The slick-haired mercenary grabbed a submachine gun and, without thinking, aimed it at Rodham in front of him. "Not good!" The four people not far away reacted and quickly rushed to a corner to avoid the attack.

The next second—

"Die! Monster!"

The slick-haired mercenary pulled the trigger.

Da da da da da da!

A barrage of bullets rained down, sweeping towards Rodham.

In the confined space of the corridor, at such close range, even a novice would have no difficulty hitting the target with a gun. Logically speaking, Rodham should have been dead without a doubt.

But then something completely unexpected happened—

Rodham bent over, pushed off the ground, and sprinted through the stairwell at an incredible speed, flipping and leaping up and down, occasionally jumping over walls, and even using his speed and momentum to "dash" across the walls!
Swish swish!
While this speed is not as fast as a bullet, it surpasses the dynamic vision of a dying person, making it impossible for the slick-haired mercenary to hit the target.

One bullet after another missed their mark, and the slick-haired mercenary's expression grew increasingly desperate.

Finally, the gunfire stopped, and the slick-haired mercenary leaned against the wall, exhausted, trying to open his trembling eyelids—Rodm was already standing in front of him.

"Please, let me go..."

Upon hearing the other party's plea, Q-Long's gleeful laughter came through Rodham's earpiece.

{Hahaha...that's why I said you're trash.}
{Just wanting to live, begging for mercy—such a reckless surrender will prevent you from forging a new path in life…}
Only by experiencing hardship, being burned by the flames of karma, and bearing scars can one truly 'live,' and only then can one truly 'live'!
"..."

The slick-haired mercenary gritted his teeth and suddenly fired two more bullets.

Da da!

Rodham, however, had anticipated this and dodged the last two bullets.

"This...this guy..."

Rodham whispered hoarsely, "He fired... thirty-two shots, and... that's it..."

Q was overjoyed, {Oh, wow, that's amazing, Rodham! You even calculated the number of bullets!}
{Compared to Rodham, you're utterly pathetic, you piece of trash...}
{So, let's end the foreplay here.}
Q gave the order.

Before the slick-haired mercenary could utter another word, Rodham suddenly kicked out and struck the mercenary on the head.

With a muffled "boom," most of Rodham's military boot was embedded in the concrete wall, and the mercenary's head was no longer visible.

Rodham's kick not only smashed the mercenary's head, but also shattered the concrete wall!
Unlike Komada's "hidden iron plate in shoe" in Nioh, Rodm's kick was pure and inhuman violence without any tricks!
"call……"

He exhaled another breath of hot air.

Rodham slowly turned his head, locking his gaze on the hiding place of the remaining four people not far away.

Run away, you fools.
Q-Lang's voice came through the communicator, echoing throughout the building.

{【Liar Eaters】? 【Citizens of the Divine Realm】? Whatever you are called, you must now regret your 'living' so far, and then fight with all your might to be reborn!}
Hahaha, run! Run away, run away before I see!
"..."

To Q-Long's surprise, after hearing his "lecture," the four—or at least three—who had been hiding did not choose to run away, but instead emerged from the shadows.

"Hehe, I thought you were going to say something, but it's all just boring stuff."

Akagi Shigeru chuckled lightly, "Our people have already learned their lesson about running away and hiding, and they won't make the same mistakes again."

"Right, Seung-kun?"

"..."

In the shadows, Shiramu Cheng walked slowly forward, until he reached the dim light in the corridor.

He can see many things—

Ryu's phantom image was watching from the sidelines.
A burly, shadowy figure behind him, giving him a strong push and cheering him on.
And, directly in front of him, is Rodm.

"Come……"

Bai Mucheng exhaled a breath of hot air, dispersing the darkness in front of him, and beckoned to Rodham.

"Come on, I'll fight you!"

(End of this chapter)