Another world Game Developers in Japan`s 1991-Chapter 249 - 223 Dragon Of Dojima?

Akira grinned. "Not bad, brat. You're not afraid of me or my men, are you? How about this—there's an underground colosseum nearby that can be used for a proper fight. You go up against my underlings, and I'll grade you on whether you're worthy of protecting my daughter."

Zaboru expected this sooner or later, but he remained calm. His Enlightenment ability kept his body in peak condition, and he had prepared for situations like this. Using Deep Dive Memory, he has absorbed countless martial arts techniques from his previous life although most of them come from anime or short youtube videos he watches but he still can reproduce the moves correctly, it's like his Deep Dive Memories and Enlightenment abilities are really suited to each other. Though he lacked real combat experience, he had trained relentlessly, ensuring that if the day came when he had to defend himself or those close to him, he would be ready. He knew Akira wasn't a man who threw around empty threats. This was a test, and Zaboru was prepared to pass it.

Ayumi shouted, "Dad! What are you doing?! Zaboru is just a civilian!"

Akira's voice boomed. "Silence, Ayumi! You are my daughter! The daughter of Ashura of Hamazou! Do you have any idea how many people will target you? And if they can't get to you, they'll target him. What happens if he's taken hostage? Have you thought about that?!"

Ayumi took a step back, biting her lip. She wanted to argue, but the intensity of her father's words left her speechless. Zaboru gently took her hand, squeezing it reassuringly.

"Don't worry, Ayumi. Do you know who I am? I'm one of the Black Sentai!"

Ayumi's heart ached. She knew how much pressure Zaboru must be feeling, but even now, he was trying to put her at ease. His confidence was unwavering, and despite the tension in the air, he showed no signs of hesitation.

Zaboru turned to Akira. "Lead the way, Hamazou-san. I accept your challenge."

Meanwhile, one of Akechi's subordinates, assigned to watch over Ayumi, quickly relayed the situation over the phone. Upon hearing the news, Akechi's face darkened, and without hesitation, he made his way toward the underground colosseum as fast as he could.

After a 15-minute walk, Zaboru, Akira, Ayumi, and Akira's men arrived at the underground colosseum. It was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of sweat and blood. There are no Spectators gathered around the fighting pit,

One of Akira's subordinates, a towering man covered in tattoos, cracked his knuckles and stepped forward, grinning. "I'll go first. Let's see if this kid has what it takes."

Zaboru took off his casual jacket, leaving only his t-shirt. Zaboru has a muscular body but not very big. His opponent smirked and did the same, revealing his chiseled frame and inked skin. He flexed his arms, the tattoos shifting as he moved.

"Ready to die, baby?" The man sneered. "Maybe after we're done with you, we'll pay a visit to your family."

Zaboru remained unfazed. "You think that weak provocation is going to rattle me? Maybe I'll leave you with a couple of bruises so you won't puke when you look in the mirror tomorrow."

A vein bulged on his opponent's forehead. "What did you just say, punk?! You'll regret that!"

With a furious roar, the man charged at Zaboru. Akira watched with a knowing grin while Ayumi clutched her hands together, whispering a silent prayer for Zaboru's safety.

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Zaboru took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment. He lowered into a familiar stance, his body moving on its own. He had spent countless hours analyzing the legendary Dragon of Dojima's fighting techniques. Though he wasn't as big or strong as Kiryu, his Enlightenment ability made his body adapt. If there was ever a time to test his training, it was now.

In his mind, the theme of battle played. He could hear the beat of the Yakuza soundtrack "Receive You!, feel the rush of adrenaline as he whispered to himself, "Shini te yatsu dake kakakette koi."

Akira's eyes widened. Something about Zaboru had changed in an instant. He could feel it. His men, however, were blind to it. The first opponent charged recklessly, throwing a wild punch. Before his fist could even complete its arc, Zaboru ducked, moving with lightning speed. With a devastating strike, he drove his fist into the man's solar plexus(Tiger Drop Baby!). A sharp gasp escaped his lips as his body recoiled. He stumbled backward, clutching his stomach, and before he could recover, Zaboru delivered a powerful uppercut straight to his jaw. The man's body went limp as he collapsed onto the ground, completely unconscious.

A stunned silence filled the colosseum. Even the other 4 Akira subordinates, momentarily taken aback by how quickly the fight had ended.

Akira, Ayumi, and the remaining four subordinates stared in disbelief. No one had expected Zaboru to take him down so quickly. The unconscious man lay motionless on the ground, his chest rising and falling with labored breaths.

Akira's grin widened. "Not bad! Everyone, gang up on him!"

The remaining subordinates leaped into the arena, surrounding Zaboru. One of them sneered. "Not bad, brat, but you're outnumbered. Let's see how cocky you are when you're taking hits from all sides."

Ayumi clenched her fists and turned to her father. "That's not fair! Father, stop this!"

Akira chuckled. "There's no fairness in this world, Ayumi. Only survival."

Zaboru smirked. "What's the difference between throwing one piece of trash out and four? Just means I'll have to work a little harder."

The insult enraged them, and they rushed at him all at once. The air was thick with tension, the anticipation of a brutal brawl crackling like electricity.

Zaboru exhaled, dropping into his stance once more. He didn't need fairness. He didn't need an even fight. He just needed to win.

The first attacker lunged at him, aiming for a wild haymaker, but Zaboru sidestepped smoothly, grabbing the man's wrist and using his momentum against him, throwing him into another oncoming fighter. The two crashed into each other, their forehead clashed and they stumbled backward. Without giving them a chance to recover, Zaboru pivoted, blocking a kick from another opponent and retaliating with a brutal knee to the gut, followed by a hook punch to the back of the head. The man crumpled instantly.

The last remaining fighter hesitated, clearly shaken. He glanced at Akira, unsure if he should continue. Akira simply smirked and nodded. The man gritted his teeth and charged, but Zaboru was faster. He ducked low, delivering a precise sweep that took the man's legs out from under him. As his opponent hit the ground, Zaboru drove a powerful punch into his Face, knocking the wind out of him.(Essence Of Face Smashing!)

Within moments, all four opponents lay on the ground, groaning in pain. The colosseum was dead silent. Zaboru straightened, cracking his knuckles. His breathing was steady, his body barely showing signs of exertion.

Akira let out a booming laugh. "Well now... maybe you're not just some brat after all."

Akira grins then opens his clothes revealing muscular body with Full of Tatoos!.

"Let's see if you can do the same to me Zaboru!!!"

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