145: Unexpected changes

Gakk-gakk—!

The Silverback Trojan King Kong roared and lunged forward, both fists raised high, smashing fiercely toward Toriko's head.

Toriko raised his arm to block, and the ground beneath his feet cracked in response. His muscles bulged, and he turned, delivering a punch squarely into the Trojan King Kong's chest. The latter let out a miserable howl before passing out.

The Elephant Dragon's long tail swept in immediately after. Toriko turned, grabbed the massive tail, and with a thunderous roar, swung the entire Elephant Dragon around and hurled it away.

Boom! The Elephant Dragon crashed heavily into the glass dome.

Crack—the barrier shattered.

Toriko didn't stop, rushing forward and punching the crack: "Five-Fold Nail Punch!"

Boom!! The glass dome was forcibly blasted open, creating a massive hole.

Seeing this, Director Mansam's face turned pale: "That idiot... he's really reckless!"

Panic immediately erupted in the spectator stands.

Toriko shouted to everyone around: "Everyone run! The beasts are going to escape!"

Whoosh—the crowd scattered instantly, scrambling to flee the scene.

However, one person remained unmoved.

It was a middle-aged man with a thick black beard, revealing only his eyes and the bridge of his nose. He sat with his arms crossed, sitting quietly in place, as if all the chaos around him had nothing to do with him.

"President Dohem, it's dangerous here. Please leave as soon as possible." Director Mansam approached with a smile and patted the other man's shoulder.

Hm? This feel... No—this isn't a human body!

Pfft! A furry, intricately structured mechanical arm suddenly thrust out, moving at extreme speed.

Director Mansam seemed unable to react in time, and his abdomen was instantly pierced through.

This sudden, drastic change made Komatsu and Tina scream in terror. Even Lin Luo was shocked, his eyes locked on the pitch-black wound on Director Mansam's chest—could this Director... really be killed just like that?

"Hmph!" Director Mansam let out a cold snort, unconcerned. To him, this kind of piercing wound was nothing. He took a deep breath, and the muscles in his abdomen instantly tightened and contracted, clamping down hard on the furry mechanical arm, making it impossible to withdraw.

"Frying Pan Punch!" The veins on his right arm bulged, his muscles knotted, and scorching heat steamed off him as he punched "Dohem" fiercely, sending him flying.

The wound in his abdomen didn't gush blood; under his powerful body control, the bleeding was instantly contained.

"So, it really is the rumored new-model gt robot?"

Opposite him, the human skin mask on "Dohem"'s face had fallen off, revealing the mechanical body covered in green fur underneath. Director Mansam was not surprised by this—when he patted his shoulder earlier, the non-human sensation had already made him suspicious.

"You actually managed to sneak in!" The Director took a fighting stance, his gaze sharp. "Your target is the 'Legal Mammoth', right? Unfortunately for you, you ran into me!"

He asked in a deep voice: "Who is the operator? Since you can hear me, you should be able to speak too, right?"

The gt robot emitted a cold, synthesized electronic voice: "Director... you look delicious, don't you?"

Upon hearing this, Director Mansam's expression changed abruptly: "What did you say? You guy... could you be Barry!?"

Just as his mind was slightly shaken, the gt robot moved.

It instantly appeared in front of Director Mansam, a sharp finger striking toward his shoulder like lightning—

"...Heh, trying to use Acupoints?" Director Mansam sneered dismissively. "Unfortunately, my Acupoints aren't located there!"

Before he finished speaking, his fists had closed like giant pincers, clamping fiercely onto both sides of the gt robot's head: "Frying Pan Sandwich Punch!!"

Bang! A low sonic boom exploded. However, the gt robot's head didn't budge at all, not even showing the slightest deformation.

"Hmph... quite tough." Director Mansam said coldly.

The gt robot said nothing more, its sharp metal mouth suddenly opening—a high-energy laser as thick as an arm blasted out, instantly piercing through Director Mansam's chest!

"Urgh!" Director Mansam spat out blood, a charred hole blasted open in his chest, and he staggered to the ground.

"Die!" Amidst the cold declaration, the robot did not close its mouth; its cannon turned, aiming straight at the weak Fighting Wolf in the arena.

"Fighting Wolf—!" A laser beam instantly pierced the Fighting Wolf's neck. Seeing this, the operator behind the gt robot, Barry, couldn't help but laugh maniacally. But his unbridled behavior completely ignited the fury of Lin Luo and Toriko.

Seeing Lin Luo rushing toward the gt robot, Komatsu and Tina hurriedly ran toward the fallen Director Mansam.

The gt robot locked its gaze on Lin Luo, emitting a mocking electronic voice: "Kid, even Director Mansam is no match for me, and you still dare to come here to die?"

Lin Luo sneered: "Arrogant!" Facing the intense Killing Intent emanating from the gt robot, his expression remained calm, without a trace of panic.

Toriko caught a glimpse of Lin Luo making his Move and felt slightly relieved, then turned to focus on dealing with the restless Demon Great Serpent.

On the other side, Komatsu rushed to Director Mansam, and upon seeing the charred, bloody hole in his chest, he couldn't help but gasp: "Director... are, are you okay?"

Such a terrifying wound—what excruciating pain it must be! For an ordinary person, it would have been fatal, but the Director was still alive.

Director Mansam panted, but his voice was surprisingly steady: "My sense of pain has long been numbed; I haven't felt pain from the beginning. Besides that, I actually let my guard down against that guy Barry; I really underestimated the firepower of the gt robot..."

He paused, then added: "By the way, Komatsu, I have some liquor in my pocket, help me get it out."

Komatsu hurriedly fished out a small silver flask from his pocket, which contained vodka. After the Director took it, he unhesitatingly poured the strong liquor over the gruesome wound on his chest.

Komatsu watched, dumbfounded: "Director, are you... disinfecting it?"

Director Mansam did not answer. Where the strong liquor flowed, the muscles actually twitched and healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. He stood up abruptly, the bloody hole in his chest already vanished, leaving only a patch of new skin.

"This..." Komatsu was completely stunned.

Meanwhile, the robot operated by Barry had transformed its arms into high-speed rotating blades, turning into a terrifying meat grinder, frantically attacking Lin Luo. Lin Luo flashed his figure repeatedly, dodging the fierce onslaught with several leaps, but it only drew a mocking, maniacal laugh from the other side.

"Are you only going to scurry around like a mouse?"

Lin Luo did not answer. A sharp light flashed in his eyes, and he countered with a punch— "Two-Fold Nail Punch!"

Two dull, vibrating sounds came from inside the gt robot. In the distance, Director Mansam widened his eyes—isn't that Toriko's signature Move? How did this kid learn it?

However, what shocked him even more was yet to come. Lin Luo didn't retract his punch, and his other fist, carrying a scorching heat flow, struck out again: "Frying Pan Punch!"

That was clearly Director Mansam's own Move, but it was being perfectly replicated by Lin Luo, with power that was arguably just as great!

Director Mansam couldn't help but cheer loudly: "Good lad!"

"Heh heh... are you scratching an itch for me?" Barry, controlling the robot, patted its undamaged shell and emitted a sinister laugh, "Is that all the skill you have?"

Lin Luo clicked his tongue: "It is tough enough... with my current strength, I really can't break this iron shell yet."

He suddenly curled the corner of his mouth, his figure approaching again like a ghost. "However... then goodbye."

A palm had already silently pressed against the gt robot's chest. Before Barry could react, the screen in front of him suddenly went black, and all sensor signals were instantly interrupted.

"What?! What's going on—" In the distant combat simulation room, Barry suddenly ripped off his control helmet; in front of him remained only cold metal walls and flashing fault indicator lights. His connection to the robot was completely severed.

"Damn it—!!!" In the empty room, only his angry, unwilling roar echoed.

Inside the Beast Fighting Arena, the atmosphere was heavy. The mother Fighting Wolf had just given birth to a cub, but the piercing wound on its neck, the exhaustion of giving birth, and the torture of a difficult labor had pushed it to its limit. It lay on the ground, gasping for breath, its gaze still stubbornly fixed on the small white figure not far away.

On the other side, the battle between Toriko and the Demon Great Serpent was still deadlocked. The Demon Great Serpent's ferocity was monstrous; although Toriko could contend with it, he found it difficult to completely subdue it for the moment.

Awoooo—! Just then, a low and majestic roar rang out.

The mother Fighting Wolf actually struggled to stand up. It took steps; although its body swayed, every step still carried the steadiness and determination of a monarch as it walked straight toward the Demon Great Serpent. In those golden eyes, an inviolable majesty and cold Killing Intent were settled.

It wanted to fight—at the last moment of its life, to clear away threats for itself and for its newborn child.

The Demon Great Serpent felt this raw Battle Intent and oppressive force, and its ferocity exploded completely. It roared, and its two giant claws retracted to their limit, then shot out like cannonballs, tearing through the air, vowing to tear this weak opponent into pieces.

Whoosh—! The Fighting Wolf's figure suddenly blurred and disappeared from where it stood.

Pfft! Pfft! Two columns of blood shot into the sky. The Demon Great Serpent's unstoppable giant claws were severed cleanly at the root in an instant, blood gushing wildly.

"Wugggghhh—!" The Demon Great Serpent let out a miserable howl.

"Such... such fast speed!" Toriko's pupils constricted, his shock beyond measure, "I couldn't even see how it attacked... Is this the true strength of the Fighting Wolf?"

Lin Luo narrowed his eyes, concentrating all his Divine Sense, and only then managed to barely capture the fleeting trajectory—the Fighting Wolf had lunged forward with astonishing speed, using its sharp teeth to precisely and coldly sever the Demon Great Serpent's claws.

The Fighting Wolf didn't give its opponent any chance to breathe. Its figure flashed again—Pfft! A cold light swept past, and the Demon Great Serpent's hideous head and body were completely separated, crashing heavily to the ground, blood gushing from its severed neck like a fountain.

"So strong..." Toriko murmured, with more respect than shock.

He knew the strength of the Demon Great Serpent well—just earlier, when it appeared, it had devoured several beasts like the Silverback Trojan King Kong and the Elephant Dragon with overwhelming force, and he hadn't been able to gain the upper hand despite fighting it for a long time. Yet, this Fighting Wolf, having just experienced childbirth and on the verge of exhaustion, had killed it in an instant.

If it were a Fighting Wolf in its prime... how terrifying would its strength be?

The Fighting Wolf slowly turned its head, its golden eyes looking at Toriko. The violence and Killing Intent in that gaze had faded, replaced by an indescribable, almost human-like gratitude. It understood that it was this human who had bought precious time for it, allowing it to leave behind its Bloodline.

Toriko read its eyes, smiled slightly, and said softly: "Go on... leave your final love to your child."

The Fighting Wolf swayed as it walked back to the cub, lowered its head, and used its warm tongue to lick the child's wet fur over and over, its gaze heartbreakingly gentle. Finally, it raised its head and let out a long howl that pierced the Soul—distant, aloof, as if declaring the end of a monarch to the heavens and earth.

The howling ceased, its eyes slowly closed, but its body remained standing, not falling. Even in death, it maintained the posture of a king, aloof and solemn.

"Wooo..." The newborn Fighting Wolf seemed to sense something; it lowered its head, letting out mournful whimpers, its golden eyes filled with tears.

Toriko walked forward, crouched down, and gently stroked the little guy's trembling back with his broad palm: "From now on... you have to live tenaciously, for your mother's sake as well."

"Wuff..." The little Fighting Wolf looked up with teary eyes, its voice full of unease and reliance.

Toriko's voice became even gentler: "Don't be afraid. We are the same... A long time ago, I was also a 'fettered animal' here, and I fought in this Beast Fighting Arena many times. You are not alone."

"Wuff." The little Fighting Wolf called out again, the unease in its eyes gradually dissipating. It leaned forward, gently rubbing its little head against Toriko's neck, conveying complete trust.

Toriko stroked its furry little head and said solemnly: "From now on, your name will be 'Terry Cloth'."

"Woof!" The little Fighting Wolf lifted its head and responded crisply, its eyes flashing for the first time with the bright light of a new life.