Food Wars Expert Starting from Kengan Baki

"........"

The red-haired prisoner's attack speed was too fast. The dense knife marks on his muscles looked like thousands of cuts. Although he had been protecting his vital parts, the blood still flowed down his ankles to the ground like a trickle.

Keeping silent does not mean getting beaten all the time. After adapting to the opponent's rhythm, Kaoru Hanayama seized the moment when the opponent retracted his attack and threw a powerful uppercut, causing Dor to roll 360° in the air before landing on the ground.

He did not press the advantage of the victory, but took a stance, stood quietly there and waited for the opponent to get up and fight again, just like his tattooed knight Li, who defeated his opponent with bare hands and in a dignified manner.

“Ahem…..Pah…!”

Spitting out a mouthful of blood mixed with a few broken teeth, Duoer looked at Huashan Xun with a grim look in his eyes. He hated such pretentious guys the most! The purpose of fighting is to kill the opponent, and fight with all your strength!

"Haha..., it's really worth coming to Neon! I hope you don't regret what you did just now!"

He kept moving around Huashan Xun to disturb her, and when the other party was paying full attention to him, he suddenly threw a flash bomb. In an instant, a dazzling light burst out in the dim park.

Even the rock-hard Kaoyama Xun was temporarily blinded at this moment. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Dor jumped from behind the opponent and pressed the disposable stun gun hidden in his left palm on the opponent's temple.

"Oh!"

With a muffled sound, Huashan Xun, whose head was covered in blood, could not stand steadily with his hands pressed against the tree, and staggered like a drunk.

"Hmph, the old tradition has finally fallen into decline. Let me send you on your final journey."

Six scimitars came out at the same time, attacking the eyes, throat, heart and other parts respectively, trying to kill with one blow. But at this moment of life and death, another powerful punch hit Dor's face accurately.

"boom!"

The enormous force smashed the prisoner into the curved groove of the street lamp like a meteorite, destroying his facial features and breaking his nose, almost causing him to suffocate. More importantly, his spine seemed to be broken and he could not feel his lower body at all.

At this time, Huashan Xun, who had recovered from the shock, slowly approached, pulled up Duoer who was trapped in the lamppost, and asked, "Are you still fighting?"

Although the emotionless voice was calm, it inexplicably made the prisoner shudder. However, even if he was beaten to a cripple, Dor still did not intend to give up the fight.

"Haha, do you think you won?! I...choose...NO!"

Before he finished speaking, he hooked the middle finger of his right hand on the pull ring inside his sleeve and pulled it gently. Before Huashan Xun could react, a directional explosion occurred in front of Dor's chest.

High temperature, flames, air waves, mixed with broken armor pieces, gushed out of Hua Shanxun's upper body like a torrent of flames. For a moment, smoke rose and the air was filled with the aroma of barbecue.

“Ha~haha…, I still won in the end! I still won!”

Chapter 39: Death of Dor

The smoke had not yet dissipated and the laughter had not stopped. Perhaps because he was too proud of defeating a strong enemy, Dor did not notice that Kaoru Huashan was holding his hand and had never let go!

"After all, I am still more skilled...you...ah!"

"boom!"

The iron fist as big as a casserole blew away the smoke and kissed the arrogant face of the death row prisoner Dor fiercely, knocking him back more than ten meters with his jaw dislocated, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of broken teeth in the air.

He rolled on the ground several times before he stopped. At this moment, his mind was full of disbelief. How could anyone withstand the power of a bomb!

The last guy he had defeated had been riddled with bullets from the explosion. He was sure that he had taken all the damage.

Because of the broken spine in his back, Dor could only crawl under a tree, staring with wide eyes to see how this monster could...

"hiss..!"

Even the death row inmate who had killed countless people gasped when he saw the true face of Kaoru Hanayama.

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The skin of Kaoru Hanayama from the waist to the face looked like a skinned human model, with the blood-red muscle fibers and blood vessels clearly visible.

Dense iron slag was nailed to the exposed muscles, and blood gushed out with every step.

Walking on the road stained with his own blood, Hanayama Kaoru's face, like that of an evil spirit, remained expressionless, as if the scars all over his body were not his own.

"Do you want to fight again?"

Picking up Dor again like a bloody man, he repeated his previous words.

"Haha, fuck!"

The death row prisoner struggled to raise his hands and made an international gesture to him.

"boom!"

With another powerful punch, Dor flew out like a broken sack.

"Do you want to fight again?"

"Haha..., shit!"

The middle finger was still raised, but his right hand was completely broken, so this time he could only use his left hand.

"boom"

"........"

Punch after punch, the two men kept repeating the above conversation until Dor had completely lost his human form and was dying, but still refused to admit defeat.

"Still fighting?"

"......"

Grabbing the prisoner's short red hair, Kaoru Hanayama subconsciously wanted to punch his swollen face, but this time he suddenly stopped.

Just because the person in his hand was completely dead, he turned his head and glanced at Tokugawa Narimitsu who had been watching the battle from a distance for a long time. He knew that the other party was here to finish him off, so he silently put the body down and left, without saying a word during the whole process.

"Does the master need to call him?"

The family guard standing by leaned over and respectfully asked Tokugawa Narimitsu, but he just asked his men to pack up the body and send it to Director Takeda.

"What a pity... We defeated two death row prisoners in such a short time. It seems that this group of people is a bit weak. I hope the remaining guys can bring me some surprises."

Watching Huashan Xun's receding back, he didn't even look at Dor from beginning to end, simply because the loser didn't deserve any attention.

Time passed, and in the afternoon, in the luxurious residence of the Tokugawa family, except for Chen Tianqiao who expressed no interest, the fighters who had met in the arena gathered here, and a new fighter was added.

If Chen Tianqiao had not appeared as the King of Hell and won the Kengan tournament, it is possible that this Aikido master would have participated in the duel with the death row inmate.

Shibukawa Goki, although only 155cm tall, is still known as the "Martial Saint", the master of Aikido, "the pinnacle of modern martial arts". He is also the arrest technique instructor of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, but... he doesn't look too good now.

"So you guys are completely powerless to fight back? And you lost when it was two of you fighting one against two?!"

"In a fight in a busy city, a fighting expert unexpectedly lost to an amateur. Although this kind of thing is not uncommon, it is nothing if it happens to an amateur in a regular arena."

"But you, who is at the top of the underground fighting arena that is number one in the world with bare-handed combat, Baki, actually made such a mistake."

Tokugawa Narimitsu found it difficult to accept this for a while. After all, he could not split himself into several parts, so even he could only watch one or two battles. He had watched two complete victories before, so he found it difficult to understand the remaining complete defeats.

I used to think that the prisoners were too weak, but now I think it’s not that they are weak, but rather that the opponents they chose are too strong.

The top few contestants in the underground competition did not expect that the actual strength difference would be so huge. If Yudi Dubu had his left hand cut off, it could be explained by a sneak attack.

Then the former champion and the top four in the competition, Goki Shigekawa, jointly fought against Ryuguchi Yanagi and were completely defeated, which really made him angry, so much so that he laughed out loud regardless of the occasion, haha...

"No matter how many titles and honors a warrior has obtained before, if he fails in battle, it can be said that they are all worthless."

Tokugawa Narimitsu's words sounded particularly harsh and unpleasant to the ears of the fighters present, especially to those who had been defeated this time. The anger accumulated in their hearts was even more intense.

But to everyone's surprise, the taciturn Kaoru suddenly stood up, crossed the crowd, grabbed Tokugawa Narimitsu's collar, and said calmly: "It's obvious, there's no need for you to complain."

"Let me go! Bastard!"

In response to Hanayama Fumio's unreasonable behavior, Tokugawa Narimitsu couldn't help but punch him in the bandaged face. This punch scared everyone and they were worried that the other party would directly crush the old man to death.

But what no one expected was that this little old man, who was almost 90 years old, suddenly started crying like a little baby, leaving everyone speechless, and even Kaoru Hanayama couldn't bring himself to do it.

"You know what? I'm the saddest when you lose! I believe more than anyone else that the fighters in the underground arena are the strongest!"

Hearing these words that came from Tokugawa Narimitsu's heart, he let go of his hand, and the rest of the people fell silent.

"Sorry old man, I think I need to be alone."

Baki was in a low mood. He stood up, opened the wooden door and was about to go back, but after taking two steps he was blocked by a huge figure in front of him.

"Good evening, gentlemen. You have all been here gathering so late at night. I wonder if I would have the honor to join you."

As Dorian spoke, he gradually forced Baki back into the room. Even when facing the martial arts masters present, he looked at them without fear.

"Dorian! Why are you here? Where are the guards in the courtyard?!"

Tokugawa Narimitsu's face was livid at this moment. Even he had not thought that this guy would dare to break into his residence. If he did what he wanted! Perhaps he should not have... Putting aside his thoughts for the moment, he just wanted to know whether his safety could be guaranteed.

"Oh, are you talking about that bunch of rubbish?"

As if to confirm what he said, Dorian moved his burly body to the side, revealing the scene outside the house to everyone.

"all these are......"

The fighters' eyes focused, and they saw that the courtyard was littered with corpses of guards with twisted limbs and terrified expressions, but that was not the point. Nearly a hundred people were killed silently, and at such close distance to them, it was truly frightening.

Chapter 40: It is best to fight with all possible means

The silver moon in Tokyo at night was extremely bright, and its cold light fell on the silent courtyard, making Dorian, who was walking among the corpses, look like a devil.

When he returned to the door, he found a bucket in his hand, and a pungent smell filled the room.

“Do you like gasoline?”

Without waiting for anyone to answer, he was about to light the gasoline in his hand and pour it on everyone. However, no one moved at this time. The death row prisoner felt inexplicably uneasy and was about to change his posture to defend himself.

"Thank you! You taught me a lesson!"

An angry shout suddenly came from behind the prisoner, who first kicked the lighter away with a high kick and then knocked him down with a sweeping kick.

In an instant, Dorian was drenched from head to toe by the gasoline in his hand. He was stunned and unable to react for a while, and he heard the voice of the man who had just attacked him.

I recognized that it was the person who had beaten him into the hospital at Shinshin Hall on the first day. It seemed to be the son of Yudi Dubu, Yudi Katsumi?

Sitting astride Dorian at the bottom, Yudi Katsumi, who had an absolute advantage, looked so arrogant. Holding a lighter, he said, "It turns out that I can't tell the difference between a game and a fight. Thank you for waking me up this time!"

After saying this, he stood up and was about to turn around and leave, and by the way, he extinguished the flame of the lighter, as if he didn't intend to continue. Everything seemed so free and easy, but just when everyone thought that the matter had ended there.

"Ah~ah, look at my damn memory. I forgot to give you a small gift."

Yudi Katsumi scratched his head with a playful expression, and suddenly threw the lit lighter at Dorian who was soaked in gasoline.

“Ah!!…Ah!!Ah!”

In an instant, a raging fire broke out and the condemned prisoner, who had turned into a fire man, rolled over and howled on the spot. Facing this scene, a group of martial artists remained calm and just watched indifferently.

"If using tools doesn't count as a karateka, then I don't count as one. Father, do you think I'm doing the right thing?"

Perhaps Yudi Dubu could hear the resentment in his son's words, and couldn't help but laugh: "You are right, the original intention of martial arts is not to defeat the opponent gorgeously, no matter how despicable the means are, you must win."

"If you can't win, no matter how strong you were before, you won't be able to show up on the stage."

As the father and son were talking, the flames on the prisoner's body gradually died down, revealing more than 80% of his skin was burned, and there were even huge blisters everywhere.

"So what do we do with this piece of barbecue now?"

"Looks like it's almost over, right?"

"Anyway, why don't you call an ambulance first?"

When everyone was talking, King Liehai's eyes suddenly focused, and he kicked Dorian, who was lying on the ground and groaning, fiercely, which scared everyone.

But the next second, this dying prisoner jumped up as if he was resurrected and easily avoided the attack from King Rei.

“Hu….Ha~!”

Then he slowly arched his body with a painful expression, exhaled a large puff of thick smoke, and after finishing, he tore off the shredded clothes and said with a smile: "It seems that I don't need to smoke cigars anymore. So now... who is my opponent? Lie Haiwang? Or Yudi Dubu?"

"Sorry, it's none of them. Your opponent is me!"

Suddenly, a voice came from outside the door, and a young man named Kato Kiyosumi came in. He was a practical master of the Shinshin-kai and one of the many disciples of Yudi Dubu. He rushed back to Tokyo because he heard someone in the society say that his master's hand was broken.

But when he really saw Yudi Dubu's broken wrist, he couldn't help but feel a surge of rage in his heart. He aimed his knee at Dorian's lower body like lightning and struck him with such force that the other party shrank into a shrimp immediately due to the pain.

"Mr. Dorian, the fist of the foolish director is more priceless than diamonds!"

While Kato was preaching, Dorian recovered, supported himself with his hands, and rotated 180 degrees, and his feet swept towards the opponent's leg joints like flowing light.

"Since you can't listen to me, then you don't need to have ears anymore!"

After dodging the sweeping kick with a light leap, Kato cut off Dorian's right ear with just his hand knife in front of everyone's surprised gaze.