Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week
Chapter 91 - 90: What’s the Point of Being a God of Combat if You Don’t Use Your Superpower_1

Chapter 91: Chapter 90: What’s the Point of Being a God of Combat if You Don’t Use Your Superpower_1

"Thinking about seeing that bunch of uncles and old guys tomorrow really irritates me. I really don’t want to go."

"Don’t be annoyed. Take a bath and relax."

Facing Emily’s complaint, Katerina responded casually.

She knew very well how this genius detective, lauded by outsiders, was actually quite undisciplined in her personal life.

Or rather, capricious, prone to throwing little temper tantrums now and then.

Aside from her intelligence and cute appearance, Emily was what one might call a ’hopeless case’—if no one looked after her daily life, she’d become incredibly slovenly, with no other redeeming qualities to be found.

"Those guys can just go die."

Emily continued to complain as she walked to the middle of the stairs and pressed the light switch, turning on the lights on the second floor in advance.

She didn’t like being in the dark.

"This is all Dio’s fault. If it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t be sitting there listening to those boring people talk about boring things."

"Yeah, yeah," Katerina nodded absently, humoring Emily’s complaint.

As she walked upstairs, her gaze fell on the second-floor living room, and she immediately stopped, her expression turning grave.

The warm light fell upon his dazzling blonde hair, as if coated with a layer of liquid gold.

His upper body was bare, showcasing his well-built muscles.

On his left shoulder was a noticeable pentagram birthmark.

He wore golden leather trousers below, legs crossed, with a book in his left hand.

Dio!

Almost instantly, Katerina confirmed the man’s identity. She subconsciously placed her right hand in front of Emily, whispering, "There’s someone upstairs!"

Emily stopped.

Even on tiptoes, she couldn’t see into the second-floor living room. She awkwardly lowered herself again and asked, "Is it an assassin from Kitazhi Intelligent Company?"

"It’s probably Dio," Katerina answered.

Pretending to read, Aozawa closed the blank book, turned his head, and greeted with a smile, "Welcome back."

Katerina didn’t reply. Silently retracting her hand, she walked up the stairs.

Emily, a step behind, ascended to the second floor and also saw the man sitting on the sofa, greeting them.

"Nice to meet you. I’m Dio. How may I address you two ladies?"

His polite words were paired with that seductive voice.

This was Dio.

Emily, gazing at the criminal she was chasing, suddenly understood why Rumi Yoshizawa was so obsessed with this man.

Dio radiated a dangerous charm.

It could also be described as a stark contrast.

The muscles in his limbs indicated his physical strength; instinctively, people might dismiss such a man as brainless.

Yet Dio’s demeanor and voice carried the cultured air of a well-read man.

This contrast left a deep impression.

However, why did Dio know the location of her house? And how did he bypass the external surveillance and the infrared alarm system? How did he enter this safe house, sealed with iron plates?

Similar doubts flashed through Emily’s mind, but she didn’t dwell on them, temporarily attributing it to the other party’s formidable hacking skills. She spoke gravely, "Katerina, do you think you can catch him?"

"I’ll give it a try." Katerina didn’t offer her usual, completely confident reply.

She had been trained in combat since childhood and had worked as a mercenary for both the US and Russia.

On bloody battlefields, she had honed an intuition sharper than that of any wild beast.

The first time Katerina saw Dio, a sense washed over her: This man is extremely dangerous. I might not be able to defeat him.

It had been a long time since she’d encountered such an adversary.

Katerina’s combative blood began to boil.

No matter how far technology advanced or how convenient it was to kill someone with a gun, the kind of raw, flesh-against-flesh combat still made one’s blood surge with excitement.

The global popularity of boxing and martial arts competitions was the best proof of this.

But in Katerina’s eyes, those sports were far too soft, barely distinguishable from children playing house. What she craved was that ruthless kind of fighting, where one truly fought to kill.

Katerina let out a heavy breath and said, "Emily, stay here."

"Mm-hm, be careful." Emily swallowed hard, a hint of worry appearing on her small face.

She had confidence in Katerina.

However, judging by everything Dio had done, he certainly wasn’t foolish. If he dared to show up here, he must be certain of victory.

Emily’s small hands clenched into fists, fearing that in the next second, Katerina would fall before her in a pool of blood.

The atmosphere in the living room grew tense.

When Aozawa saw Katerina about to make a move, he didn’t leave the sofa but crossed his arms and said, "Pitiful weakling. If you were a first-rate Fighter, you’d have recognized the gap in our strengths the instant you saw me. Even without exchanging blows, you should grasp the disparity in power between us."

"Dio, you’re too arrogant." Katerina sneered inwardly. He’s not even standing up, and he still dares to cross his arms?

Pushing off with her feet, she lunged forward like a fierce tiger leaping down from the mountains.

She closed the distance in an instant.

Power surged from Katerina’s spine, releasing a series of crackling pops like frying beans, her right fist thundering towards Aozawa’s left eye.

A gray filter covered the room in an instant.

Aozawa watched the fist hurtling toward his eye and had to admit that this Russian woman’s close combat was indeed very strong.

Unfortunately for her, she had encountered the God of Fighting and had no choice but to concede defeat. As for why he, the God of Fighting, would use Superpowers instead of fists—well, what kind of God of Fighting doesn’t use their Superpowers if they have them?

Aozawa activated his X-ray vision, discovering that this Fighter was also cheating. Her outermost ’muscles’ aren’t even real; they’re part of her suit! This trickery meant his X-ray Ability could only perceive a faint outline of her internal organs, lacking the clarity he achieved with others.

Using Telekinesis, Aozawa grabbed Katerina’s stomach and squeezed hard. No matter how strong her external defenses were, they were useless against a telekinetic assault.

Then, time started to flow again.

Katerina’s fierce punch suddenly lost its strength, failing even to touch Aozawa. Severe pain in her stomach made her body involuntarily curl up.

"UGH!" Katerina crumpled to her knees, vomiting her undigested dinner.

Emily exclaimed in shock, "Bastard! You have no honor, resorting to high-tech tricks!"

"Don’t worry, I was just teaching her a lesson."

"Cut the act, Dio. You came here to kill us and eliminate anyone investigating you, along with every trace."

Aozawa stood up and said, "No, I don’t care about your investigation. I came here purely to greet you. It was you who initiated the attack, leaving me no choice but to retaliate."

Ignoring Katerina, who was in too much pain to stand, Aozawa walked towards Emily, who was standing at the head of the stairs.

Gulping, she asked with a trembling voice, "What—what do you want?!"

"Scared?"

"What a joke! I’m not afraid of a despicable coward like you!"

"Miss Emily, such bravado only highlights your weakness," Aozawa said, a devilish smile playing on his lips.