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Author's Note: Hmm, did Hanon really let Ryu Ryuko off so easily? Not really, please read on...

Section 626, Chapter 619: Barbecue Dorian (Transitional chapter, can be skipped)

"In other words, he escaped without even getting a scratch, and even defeated Baki... Three against one, all of them are the strongest fighters in my arena..."

At the Tokugawa family mansion, the warriors who participated in the "war" against death row inmates gathered together to review the results of the past twenty-four hours.

Kaoru Hanayama was in a terrible state. He had defeated Spek, but his face was ripped open and was still wrapped in bandages. He should thank Kanon, because he hadn't managed to "kill" Spek. It was thanks to Kanon that he cleaned up the mess, preventing him from getting injured for nothing or worsening his injuries.

Yuji Doppo was in an even worse state; one of his hands had been severed by Dorian with piano wire, and he was attending the meeting with a cast on, looking like a disabled person with greatly diminished combat capabilities.

As for Baki, he suffered the most. Hanayama and Doppo had the upper hand in head-on battles, but Baki was instantly killed by Ryu Ryu's "Kudo". A former gladiator champion, heir to the Hanma family bloodline, and a super strongman, he ended up in such a miserable state.

Retsu Kaioh and Shibukawa Goki were unharmed, but Doppo and Baki were ambushed right in front of them and failed to protect their friends, so they were also feeling heavy-hearted.

Only Hanon seemed relaxed – she had dealt with Spek and wasn't surprised by Ryu Ryu's escape, so she had no psychological burden and even had the mood to look at the Tokugawa residence: "As expected of a rich thirteenth generation, the location and size of this residence are better than the Takakaze family's mansion. It seems to be a long-established ancestral property?"

The others were quite upset. Tokugawa Mitsunari shook his head: "This is probably the difference between competitive fighters and street fighters. Don't we often hear about fighting champions being killed by street thugs? This is the drawback of the competition system. No matter how highly regarded a martial artist is, if he cannot win in any battle under any conditions, then he is not worthy of being called a fighter at all."

No sooner had Tokugawa finished speaking than Hanayama Kaoru grabbed him by the collar and pulled him up. The usually silent and gentle Hanayama was actually angry: "You don't need to lecture us on these things."

Yes, others are one thing, but Hanayama is a genuine fighting expert. Saying that martial artists don't understand street fighting is ridiculous; isn't he the epitome of a street fighter? Is Tokugawa underestimating him?

"Pfft"—Tokugawa actually raised his hand and punched Hanayama.

Wow, that's an unexpected move! But judging from the voice, this withered old man Tokugawa isn't a hidden master like Guo Haihuang; he's just a genuine weakling. His punch was just a reminder to Hanayama to let go of him.

"Let me go, you bastard!" Tokugawa was also enraged, and not only enraged, but also cried. He roared at Hanayama, "You! Don't you know that I am the most heartbroken person? I am more heartbroken than anyone else! Warriors of the underground arena, I value you more than anyone else, can you understand how I feel right now?"

He and Kaoru Hanayama were like a quarreling couple, each having given so much to the other but failing to understand each other's hardships, and now they were shouting their grievances at each other. Hanayama was angry that everyone had been gathered by Tokugawa to fight to the death, only to be called "chickens" who only knew how to do competitive sports in Tokugawa's eyes; Tokugawa was heartbroken because he had such high hopes for everyone, yet they had performed poorly in the face of five death row inmates—a "super-realistic" combat situation... In reality, there was no right or wrong; everyone was just looking at the problem from their own perspective.

"Stop arguing!" Hanon spoke up at this moment. As the newest champion of the Tokugawa Arena, everyone listened attentively when she spoke.

The beautiful young woman yawned and listlessly lay down on the tatami mat: "Noisy day and night, will it kill the death row inmates? The war has only been going on for a day, now is not the time to panic, besides, one of those five death row inmates has already fallen."

“Miss Ye is right.” Baki stood up abruptly. The young man, deeply in love, had accumulated considerable anger after being knocked down by Liu Longguang, and was gradually recovering from his infatuation. He walked towards the door: “I will handle this conflict more seriously. Next time… um?”

The door opened, and standing in the doorway was an old man with white hair—it was Dorian! Dorian, one of the five death row inmates!

"What about next time?"

A tremendous sense of crisis descended, and Baki jumped back. The fighters in the room all stood up, and they quickly noticed that Dorian was carrying a bucket, but the bucket didn't contain water; it contained gasoline.

"Where are my guards?" Tokugawa was sweating profusely. When he saw Dorian and the gasoline, he knew something was wrong.

"Heh, how would I know about that bunch of trash?" Dorian had already silently taken down all the Tokugawa guards. He smiled slightly: "I only care about whether you all like gasoline?" Clearly, he was there to set fire. This thug was incredibly audacious, actually trying to wipe out all the enemy warriors in one fell swoop.

But everyone pointed behind Dorian and said, "Hey, you should worry about yourself first."

Dorian turned around and saw Katsumi.

When Dorian first arrived in Tokyo, he went to challenge the Shinshin-ryu school, and in front of Retsu Kaioh and his disciples, he beat up Katsumi Oji severely, even slitting his throat with a wooden board, almost killing Katsumi and sending him to the emergency room for a long time to be rescued.

Now Katsumi has come to take revenge.

It had been several months since Kanon last saw Katsumi Guji. To her surprise, he was no longer the favored son of heaven. He had a full beard, looked haggard, and his eyes were filled with madness and stubbornness—this was not something that could be resolved by simply beating up Dorian!

"Bang!" Katsumi kicked over the oil drum, pouring gasoline all over Dorian. He then snatched the lighter, swept Dorian off his feet, and straddled him. "Thanks to you, I've learned a lot of new things. I never knew the huge difference between a competition and real combat... Ha." Katsumi stood up. "If I were to start a fire here, I wouldn't deserve to be called a karate master."

However, after Katsumi took two steps toward the door, he suddenly turned back and tossed him a lighter: "As for me, whether I'm a karate practitioner or not is no longer important."

"Boom!" "Awoooooo!"

In the Tokugawa family's reception room, a baking lesson of "roasting Dorian" was staged. Dorian was burned to almost charcoal and his huge body collapsed to the ground with a thud.

"Did I do something wrong?" After witnessing the entire tragedy of Dorian, Katsumi asked his adoptive father, "God of War" Doppo.

“You’re right.” Doppo smiled at his adopted son: “The ultimate goal of martial arts is to win…” He gave an impromptu martial arts lesson, the gist of which was that unarmed combat is the aesthetic of karate. They pursue honing their bodies into weapons. In indiscriminate combat, tools can certainly be used, but that is all about improvisation and adapting to the situation. Katsumi just did a good job. If you presuppose the use of tools from the beginning, even if it’s just a pencil, then you can’t be considered a karate practitioner psychologically!

After saying all that, which only made Kanon think Doppo was "scumbag," Doppo finally remembered the roasted Dorian: "Speaking of which, what are we going to do with this pile of charred remains?"

Tokugawa Mitsunari rubbed his bald head: "Let's call an ambulance first, his condition looks quite critical..."

is it?

Suddenly, Retsu Neptune stood up and launched a flying kick at Dorian—but he missed.

Dorian, who should have been half-burnt to death, miraculously remained in good spirits. He opened his mouth, exhaled a large puff of stale air, and then ripped off his dead skin: "The smell of gasoline is just as good as a cigar!"

Dorian's current appearance resembles a dark statue; while his exterior is certainly not beautiful, a powerful force surges beneath his muscles: "Who will be my next opponent? Retsu Kaioh? Doppo Hokuji? Oh, or perhaps this particularly arrogant little girl from last night?"

No, another person followed Katsumi into the reception room.

That was Kato Kiyosumi, a disciple of the Shinshin-kai who had also participated in the previous underground gladiatorial tournament.

Author's Note: This chapter serves as a transition in the plot, mostly set in the original storyline. The reason for not releasing a free chapter is to strive for a higher ranking on the update charts! Kanon will have a role in the next chapter~

Chapter 627 Chapter 620: Kato Kiyosumi vs Dorian?

"Yo, long time no see," Kato Kiyosumi greeted everyone.

But the surprise on everyone's faces did not subside.

Is that Kato Kiyosumi? Can he... handle Dorian?

As a disciple of the Shinshin-kai, Doppo Oji had his hand cut off by Dorian, and Doppo Oji's throat was slit by Dorian and sent to the emergency room. Now, Kiyosumi Kato suddenly jumps out and wants to challenge Dorian.

Kato, who barely made it into the fighting tournament and was easily defeated by Yashamon II before the first round even began! Did he really know what he was doing?

Kato seemed a bit confused; he froze when he saw Doppo: "Ah, Master, what happened to your hand?"

Doppo raised his arm, which was in a cast: "You mean this..."

"Bang!" Before Doppo could finish speaking, Kato's Crescent Moon Kick had already struck Dorian's kidney—how could he not know about Doppo's situation? He came for this very reason; the conversation that had distracted everyone earlier was his "super combat demonstration"!

Kato kicked Dorian, causing him to lose his balance, and then followed up with a punch to the philtrum. This is a vital spot, and most people would be unconscious by now. But Dorian has a lot of blood, and despite being burned and then struck hard, he seemed completely unharmed and even tried to retaliate against Kato! Kato Kiyosumi's lips curled into a cruel smile: "You annoying foreigner, still not learning your lesson? Looks like I need to teach you a profound one."

"Thud—" Kato's chop grazed Dorian's face, seemingly missing nothing, yet producing a sharp, clear, and chilling sound.

Dorian felt a chill on his ear, raised his hands, and caught his ear.

His ear, still fresh and bloody, had been sliced ​​off by Kato with a single punch!

Doppo was taken aback: "Kato, what's going on...?"

Kato Kiyosumi waved the object in his hand. It was a simple tool that could be fixed to the palm of the hand, with fishing lines attached to both ends. It was inconspicuous yet extremely sharp. He used this thing as a knife to cut off Dorian's ear.

"Master, is it not allowed?"

"Hehehe, did you learn this from Katsumi?" Doppo chuckled. What good would it do to reprimand him now that it had already happened? Besides, Doppo didn't think Katsumi or Kato had done anything wrong: "You two brats, watch closely and see what the essence of the Shinshinkai is!"

As he spoke, Dubu launched a flying kick, striking Dorian in the back—"Thump!"

Dorian was still in shock from the severed ear when he was suddenly struck by Doppo's heavy blow. After all, Doppo was the master of the Shinshin-ryu school, and the power of this kick was much more serious than that caused by Kato. Dorian cried out and fell forward.

"Didn't I already win? Why is the curator still pursuing me?"

"Why is Father chasing Dorian so relentlessly? This isn't like him..."

Katsumi and Kato were still wondering, but as Dorian fell to the ground, they suddenly realized something was wrong—when did a piano wire get tangled around them?

In terms of "real combat," Katsumi and Kato are just young people who have only just entered this field, and they are far from being as experienced as Dorian, who has been immersing himself in it for half a lifetime! If it weren't for Doppo's attack, the moment Dorian activated the piano line, it would have been the end for the two of them!

Now, not only was Dorian's piano wire detected in advance, but when he tightened the wire to try and shred Katsumi and Kato, Doppo had already blocked his way, slicing the wire with a textbook-perfect hand chop from top to bottom.

Polishing day and night, turning bare hands into sharp blades—this is the highest realm of karate, the unparalleled grandmaster's demeanor.

Dorian was startled and somewhat stunned, while the others in the room were full of praise for Doppo, almost applauding. Doppo himself, however, still had the mind to joke with his disciple: "Kato, I don't need your little gadgets~"

"Ugh—" Seemingly disgusted by the teasing of Dubu and his disciple, Dorian went from being in a daze to dry heaving. After struggling for two seconds, he spat something out of his mouth.

A hand grenade...

"WTF..." Before anyone could even express their surprise, the grenade exploded, followed by flashes of light, a loud bang, shrapnel, and smoke... After a long while, Tokugawa Mitsunari, who had been thrown out of the window by someone and thus escaped the disaster, woke up. Looking at the mess in the reception room, he rushed over to check, but couldn't find anyone there.

Dorian, Kanon, Basuga, Shibukawa, Doppo, Katsumi, Kato, Hanayama... where are they?

Dorian, wrapped in a tattered blanket, walked through the streets of Tokyo. The streets were brightly lit, bustling with people—children running by, office workers heading home, and vendors soliciting business. Tokyo was one of the largest cities in human society, possessing almost everything.

There is everything bright and prosperous, and there is also everything dirty and dark.

Dorian acted swiftly and without hesitation, seemingly quite familiar with the streets of Tokyo. Could it be that he had figured out the city's layout in just three or four days? He skillfully turned into an alley, and after scaring away the guy who was secretly "releasing water," Dorian silently slipped into the sewer.

After traveling for a while, a spacious and dry open space appeared in the sewers. After placing cots and some simple living supplies, this became Dorian's stronghold.

Dorian used strong liquor to disinfect the wound on his ear and made a makeshift earmuff with bandages and plastic: "Hiss—" It hurts.

Although it doesn't affect his hearing, Dorian has permanently lost one of his ears, a loss caused by Kiyosumi Kato...

"Huh? It's you!" Dorian suddenly looked up and saw Kato again!

"Why pretend to be surprised? You knew I was following you from the start, didn't you?" It was Kato Kiyosumi after all; he not only dodged the grenade explosion but also followed me all the way into the sewers. "Hey, don't look so disappointed~"

Dorian remained unmoved: "Boy, you're not qualified. You're still tens of thousands of years away from making me taste defeat..."

"Whether you're qualified or not, we'll find out by trying!" Kato, who always had a fiery temper, immediately issued a challenge after being looked down upon by Dorian.

Dorian didn't respond: "Do you know why I'm surprised?"

"what?"