Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 32 The feeling is here!

"Great, great, that was a beautiful flying kick, Rodham!"

Q-Lang couldn't help but clap his hands and laugh, praising repeatedly.

Ye Xing, standing beside him, narrowed his eyes slightly and sighed inwardly: So that's how it is.
Rodham's "nature" is different.

He was neither a martial artist who founded his own school nor a fighter from the underworld, but a battlefield thug who only wanted to kill under Q-Taro's orders.

When facing an opponent who "only wants to kill," it is far from enough to only "want to win."

It was on this point that Shiraki Cheng misjudged the situation, which led him to this predicament!
Perhaps he could indeed fight Rodham in unarmed combat, but the "battlefield" would not give Shiraki a chance to prove it.

This is a life-or-death battle. If you can't make up for the difference in weaponry with your bare hands, then you have to use a knife if you have one, and fire a gun if you have one!

……

……

Whoosh—whoosh—!
The window was broken, and there was no one there; the cold night wind blew in from outside.

Rodham faced the window, panting heavily, awaiting Q-Lan's next command.

Are there three more people...?
Q-Long chuckled mischievously, then suddenly changed the subject, "{I won't get carried away, Rodham, slowly approach the window!}"
These words made Ye Xing look at Q-Lang with a few more glances.

As expected of someone with a mercenary background, Q-Lang's hunting style is quite cautious; he must see the corpse of his "prey" with his own eyes.

"Hehe, now there are three possibilities—"

Q-Lang patiently analyzed, "First, Shiramu Cheng has already fallen from the sixth floor and died on the ground;"

"Secondly, he was lying in wait outside the window, preparing to launch a sneak attack;"

"Third, he was seriously injured and was hanging outside the window, struggling to stay afloat..."

"As for falling from the building—since the bet was to 'step out' of this building alive, it doesn't matter if you fall half to your death; it can't be considered a victory for you!"

"Hahaha!"

Q-Long clapped his hands and laughed, "Rodm, be careful as you approach, we father and son are invincible!"

"..."

Rodham picked up the dagger from the ground and slowly walked forward.

Walking in the cold night wind, Rodham's every step was quite firm, his eyes behind the mask darting around as he intently guarded the corner by the window.

Just as Rodham reached the window and was about to lean out to look, suddenly—

Swish!
Rodham kicked off the windowsill, using the momentum to leap backward and hide in the shadows inside the building.

"...?!"

He turned his head and saw a gunshot wound on his arm, but thanks to his timely dodge, the bullet only grazed his upper arm, scraping off a small piece of flesh.

Rodham shook his arm and stammered, "Ouch...it hurts, but it's okay..."

{Good, Rodham, you hid well!}
Q-Lang kept encouraging them over the communicator, but his face grew increasingly gloomy.

"Tsk, the hunt is so interesting, I completely forgot about that 'supporter'!"

On a high-rise building in the southwest, there was Bai Mucheng's supporter—the sniper from the Wu clan—aiming at the entire Nine-Story Building from the outside.

The direction from which Shiramu fell from the building was southwest!
"This is really troublesome. With a sniper watching outside, Rodham can't see anything outside..."

{Quietly retreat, Rodm.}
Q-Long commanded: {The snipers outside can't see you, so don't reveal your location. The initiative is still in our hands...}
……

……

At the same time, on the roof of the building in the southwest.

"..."

Wu Fengshui's smile vanished, veins bulged around his eyes, and he stared intently at the sniper scope with his black eyes and white pupils, pushing himself to the limit.

"He can even sense the killing intent of a long-range sniper? He's a complete monster..."

"Shiraki-chan? How are you? Are you still conscious?"

Wu Fengshui lowered the sniper scope slightly.

Outside the broken window—on the exterior wall of the building—Bai Mucheng stretched out his hands, his ten fingers gripping the outer edge of the window tightly, his whole body hanging in mid-air.

He was facing inwards, so his face was not visible, but he was most likely bleeding, with drops of bright red blood falling from mid-air.

Q-Lang's prediction is undoubtedly correct.

Bai Mucheng was hit hard in the face by a flying kick, breaking his nose. He was thrown out of the window, his brain swaying back and forth inside his head. He almost fainted and could only hang on the outer wall, struggling to stay upright.

"Not bad...not bad..."

Bai Mucheng gritted his teeth, blood streaming uncontrollably from his nose and mouth—it was unclear whether it was from being beaten or from the aftereffects of his mental breakdown.

I chased the monster away from the window; he's not around anymore.
Wu Fengshui contacted Bai Mucheng and said seriously: {However, I can't rule out the possibility that the monster is watching from not far away—my position has blind spots, so I can't see the whole building clearly.}
"Um……"

Bai Mucheng responded softly, feeling an indescribable nausea, likely caused by a tremor in his brain. A persistent wave of dizziness nearly made him let go.

But "falling from the building" is not a good option. Whether he can escape unharmed is another matter. Although he can bargain over the outcome of the bet, Bai Mucheng came tonight to "win", not to "escape".

Clever tricks won't work; we must win!
In a daze, Bai Mucheng seemed to be able to see Zangief's phantom image lying at the window, clapping his hands vigorously at him.

Compared to the subtle and persuasive teaching style of Zangief, his teaching style was significantly more enthusiastic.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
With each round of clapping and encouragement, Bai Mucheng's brain finally stopped trembling and began to become highly active, his thinking speed going off the charts.

The feeling is here!
The scenes of fighting Rodham accumulated and settled in Shiraki's mind, eventually causing a kind of "qualitative change"—feedback to the brain and body.

Swish!
Bai Mucheng used his arms to lift himself up from the windowsill and flipped back into the building.

Wu Fengshui was somewhat worried. "Bai Muqin, how are you feeling?"
"good……"

Bai Mucheng twisted his neck and arms, and the previous fatigue was completely gone. The excitement in his mind also dispelled the severe pain in his face.

But breathing is very uncomfortable—

Bai Mucheng pinched his nose and found that the bridge of his nose had been kicked to one side, making it difficult for him to breathe.

"..."

Looking up, Rodham was standing not far ahead, right in Wu Fengshui's blind spot, clearly having been waiting there for a long time.

"Great, fantastic!"

Shiraki Cheng said another sentence.

He pinched his nose, then twisted it forcefully, and with a "crack" sound, he forcibly straightened the crooked nose!
Then, I blocked one nostril at a time, snorted forcefully, and blew out the blood clots from my nasal cavity, immediately feeling a sense of relief.

Bai Mucheng looked up at Rodham and gently tapped his head.

"—But I need to think about it for a while longer before I can get used to Zangief's style."

"..."

Rodm remained motionless while performing this series of actions.

Q-Lang, puzzled, asked through the earpiece, "Rodm, what's wrong?"
Rodham stammered, "He... he's starting to become very dangerous. We have to be careful and not let him prepare any further..."

{What's going on? Rodham, what are you on guard against?}
Q-Long was still confused, but suddenly shouted, "Rodm, it's behind you! Get out of the way!"
boom!
As soon as he finished speaking, Rodham leaped into the air, dodging a bullet fired from behind him.

Rodham landed steadily, turned around, and saw Akagi Shigeru holding a pistol in the distance of the corridor.

Beside Akagi Shigeru were Baku Madarame and Takaomi Kaji.

At the same time, Q-Lang was staring intently at the flashing locator in his hand, showing no surprise at the appearance of the three people.

"Rodm's words are strange. What do you mean by 'beginning to become dangerous'? But then again..."

"Ha...haha! That's hilarious!"

"The three of you didn't go downstairs, but went back to the fifth floor... and now you're on the sixth floor!"

Q-Lang laughed so hard he could hardly breathe, “Whether you tried to escape in a sorry state or came to the fifth floor to take me hostage, you had a certain chance of winning, but you two just happened to chase me all the way to the sixth floor.”

"Is this what they call 'protecting comrades'? How foolish! Both the [Liar Eater] and the [People of the Divine Realm] are overrated..."

Having reached this point, Q-Lang felt confident of victory and couldn't stop laughing, slapping his thigh repeatedly.

"A mere pistol won't be enough to deal with Rodham; you're out of options!"

Q-Lang gritted his teeth and gave the order in a low voice.

{That Shiraki Cheng is already done for, but taking him out will take some time, so let's prioritize eliminating the armed prey!}
Go, Rodham, kill those three!
"..."

Seeing Rodham approaching step by step, Kaji Takaomi was so frightened that he panicked. "Hey...hey! Weren't we going to the fifth floor to take the old man hostage? Why are we coming here?!"

Baku put his arm around Takaomi Kaji's shoulder and explained with a smile, "Suke hasn't finished warming up yet and needs time to adjust. Let's go cover for him!"

Kaji Takaomi felt a chill run down his spine.

Even Bai Mucheng couldn't confront this modified monster head-on, so how could a few ordinary people like them possibly provide cover?!
Then, Baku began to tease Shigeru Akagi, "Hey old man, your marksmanship isn't very good. You haven't hit the enemy with so many bullets."

"Ah—it's all over—!"

Baku read aloud, "We're all going to be killed by you!"

"...Heh, it doesn't matter if I die."

Akagi Shigeru chuckled softly, resigned. "After all, life is like a gamble with no chance of winning. No matter who you are, you'll eventually lose the right to continue gambling..."

Akagi Shigeru looked up, his gaze passing over Rodham and landing on Shiraki Shige behind him.

"The key is how you play this gamble of 'life'."

"The key lies in—the process of all this..."

(End of this chapter)