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Just as the fight was about to erupt, a new figure stepped in.
A red vest and cap, blond hair, a tall and well-built body.
Terry Bogard of the Fatal Fury Team stood between the two sides.
"What are you doing?" He blocked Iori Yagami's path.
"If you want to fight, do it in the ring. This is a hotel. Do you have any idea how much trouble you're causing everyone else?"
Iori Yagami didn't move.
He stared at Terry coldly.
The purple flames in his hands grew increasingly violent, like a feral demon raging out of control, scorching the surrounding air.
The floor beneath his feet let out a strained creak.
Then it shattered.
Cracks spread outward like a spiderweb.
"Move."
Iori Yagami's voice carried naked killing intent.
The air trembled as invisible waves of pressure rolled outward.
Terry straightened his posture.
An aura no weaker than Iori's burst from his body.
Without saying a word, he made his stance clear.
If Iori wanted to cause trouble, Terry wouldn't hesitate to stop him.
Iori's eyes lingered on Terry for a few seconds.
Terry didn't flinch.
In the end, Iori clicked his tongue.
Bored.
He had entered this tournament for one reason-to crush Kyo Kusanagi in the ring.
Completely.
But Kyo Kusanagi was facing the Heroic Spirit Team.
That made the odds of them meeting far lower than expected.
That was why Iori had come for a late-night ambush.
But Terry's interference complicated things.
If he forced the issue, it would turn into a chaotic brawl.
And that wasn't Iori's goal.
So he turned and left.
Terry watched Iori Yagami disappear into the distance and let out a quiet breath.
Then he turned to Kyo Kusanagi.
"What's going on?"
From Terry's perspective, if Iori wanted to fight, the ring was right there.
There was no reason to be this impatient.
Kyo Kusanagi's expression was dark.
"Iori thinks I might lose tomorrow."
"So he wanted to settle things with me in private."
Terry immediately understood.
No wonder Iori had chosen the night.
He didn't believe in Kyo's chances.
He actually thought the unknown Heroic Spirit Team would win?
Terry frowned.
"What's their background?"
Kyo shook his head.
"I don't know."
Benimaru Nikaido and Goro Daimon also shook their heads.
None of them knew where that team came from.
The fact that even Iori Yagami lacked confidence in Kyo was... unsettling.
After the last two KOF tournaments, Kyo had already proven himself as a top-tier fighter.
Even Terry wouldn't dare underestimate him.
Terry thought to himself.
I'll ask Mai tomorrow morning.
...
The night passed quickly.
Morning arrived.
Emiya led the Heroic Spirit Team to the venue right on schedule.
Meanwhile, Kyo Kusanagi's team had arrived early and was making final preparations backstage.
When Kyo and the others saw Emiya stroll in leisurely, completely relaxed, they couldn't help but feel irritated.
That attitude was obvious.
He wasn't taking them seriously at all.
And right now, they were his opponents.
Kyo said nothing.
But inside, his blood was boiling.
He silently resolved to teach this man a lesson in today's match.
And to prove to Iori Yagami how wrong he was.
He wasn't the same Kyo Kusanagi anymore.
On the other side, Emiya drank a cup of coffee, rested for a bit backstage, and soon received word from the staff.
The match was about to begin.
He stood up and led CĂș Chulainn and Heracles toward the arena.
As they walked down the corridor, Emiya asked casually,
"Which one of you wants to go first?"
CĂș Chulainn grinned.
"Obviously me. I want a proper fight with that guy named Kyo Kusanagi."
"I want to experience that so-called ultimate finishing move-Orochinagi."
Orochinagi was one of the Three Sacred Treasures.
A divine technique once used by Kyo Kusanagi's ancestors to seal Orochi.
Originally, Kyo hadn't known it.
But not long before the '96 tournament, he encountered Goenitz-the one who brought the storm.
He was beaten to the ground again and again.
Spared his life.
Forced to face his own weakness.
That was when Kyo trained relentlessly and finally mastered Orochinagi.
That was exactly why CĂș Chulainn was excited.
In this world, the Three Sacred Techniques were legendary.
He wanted to see just how powerful this divine move really was.
"If that's what you want," Emiya said, "then go first."
He didn't dampen CĂș Chulainn's enthusiasm.
"Thanks, Master."
CĂș Chulainn laughed.
They stepped out of the corridor and into the arena.
Cheers crashed down like a tsunami.
The atmosphere exploded.
Emiya's eyes swept across the stands.
He spotted Loki and Illya.
Rin Tohsaka.
Sakura Matou.
Even Shirou Emiya.
There were also Shiho Miyano, Akemi Miyano, Makoto Kyogoku, Nami, Nojiko, Hestia, Erina Nakiri, Haruhi Suzumiya, Yuki Nagato, Takashi Natsume, Nyanko-sensei...
He had brought them all along that morning.
They weren't competing.
But watching was no problem.
No one wanted to miss a tournament of this scale.
Especially Haruhi Suzumiya.
She stood up, cupped her hands around her mouth, and shouted,
"Emiya! As the Brigade Leader, I command you to win spectacularly!"
Emiya raised a thumb.
OK.
After the deafening cheers died down, the host left the stage.
The match officially began.
CĂș Chulainn stepped into the ring, demonic spear in hand.
KOF rules didn't prohibit weapons.
Chang Koehan had his iron ball.
Billy Kane brought his staff.
For many fighters, their weapons were their strength.
Taking them away would cripple them.
CĂș Chulainn had fought with a spear his entire life.
Forcing him to fight barehanded would be absurd.
Not everyone was like Li Shuwen-peerless with both spear and fist.
CĂș Chulainn pointed his spear at Kyo Kusanagi.
The intent was clear.
Benimaru Nikaido stepped in front of Kyo.
"You're our captain. Let me handle this small fry."
He jumped into the ring.
CĂș Chulainn clicked his tongue.
"I'm not interested in you."
"Send Kyo Kusanagi up here. I want to see his style."
Benimaru wasn't offended.
He laughed lightly.
"Soldier against soldier. King against king."
"You're not qualified to face our captain yet."
"Let me test whether you're worthy of the name CĂș Chulainn."
CĂș Chulainn sneered.
"A brat who doesn't know his place."
"Since you want to die, I'll grant your wish."
He stepped forward.
The demonic spear shot toward Benimaru's heart like a bolt of lightning.
Benimaru was born with an electric body.
The instant CĂș Chulainn moved, Benimaru stimulated himself with electricity.
His reaction speed doubled.
He narrowly dodged the spear tip, slipped inside, and kicked toward CĂș Chulainn's face.
Super Lightning Kick.
It wasn't Kizaru's light-speed kick.
But its speed and power were still terrifying.
CĂș Chulainn twisted his wrist.
The spear blocked the attack.
Clang.
The two separated instantly.
Benimaru smirked.
"Looks like your mouth's stronger than your moves."
"The name CĂș Chulainn must be crying."
CĂș Chulainn snorted.
"I'll admit you've got some skill."
"But now, let me show you mine."
He moved again.
This time, his speed more than doubled.
Benimaru matched him.
In an instant, dozens of exchanges erupted.
Fists and weapons collided.
Shockwaves and wind tore through the ring.
The crowd gasped.
Most spectators couldn't even follow their movements.
But it didn't last long.
Within half a minute, Benimaru was pushed back completely.
His speed began to fall behind.
The exchange turned into one-sided pressure.
"What's wrong?" CĂș Chulainn taunted.
"Is this all you've got?"
Benimaru was driven back step by step.
The demonic spear lashed out unpredictably-thrusting, sweeping, locking, smashing.
Benimaru barely held on.
"Don't underestimate me!"
Benimaru roared.
Crackling thunder erupted.
A massive burst of electricity exploded from his body, forming a huge lightning sphere that forced CĂș Chulainn back.
Taking advantage of the opening, Benimaru charged forward.
Power surged.
"Take this!"
"Grand Lightning Fist!"
Electricity gathered in his hand.
As he threw the punch, the current condensed into a massive lightning sphere.
And he hurled it straight at CĂș Chulainn.
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