The entire Colosseum, after a brief moment of stunned silence, erupted into the most frenzied cheering ever heard!
"KYOOOOO—!!!"
Kyo Kusanagi had used a perfect, dominating victory to announce to the world—
Who was the true "Child of Destiny" of this era!
In the spectator area, Cloud's expression grew both grave and excited!
"Absolute Domain 15%... and he wasn't even going all out..."
When the Round of 8 bracket for KOF 94 appeared on the Colosseum's massive screen, the atmosphere exploded to unprecedented heights.
Especially when one particular matchup appeared—the entire arena erupted with wolf-like howls of pure joy!
[Quarterfinals, Group C]
[Dragon Nation Team VS Women Fighters Team]
"Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Once-in-a-lifetime matchup!"
"Dark horse versus goddesses! What kind of divine pairing is this?! Organizer 'R,' I crown you the greatest!"
"Betting a bag of spicy chips that the scar-faced uncle from Dragon Nation can stare Mai Shiranui's clothes right off!"
"Amateur thinking! I bet the cute panda girl can knock King's suit apart with her rolling pin!"
In the stands, countless "wolves" were already green-eyed with excitement, waving their binoculars and telephoto lenses, ready to document this historic moment.
Think about it!
On one side: the most mysterious, most bizarre, most ruthless dark horse of the tournament—Dragon Nation Team.
Their fighters were each more unscientific than the last, each more brutal than the previous.
On the other side: the goddess squad combining beauty and power—the Women Fighters Team with Mai Shiranui, Yuri Sakazaki, and King.
What kind of sparks would fly when these two teams collided?
Or rather... what kind of "explosions"?
Everyone wore knowing, lecherous grins.
Their logic was simple and pure—
Cloud's teammates were each more vicious than the last!
One could beat people until they looked like they'd been cultivated, the other could beat them into a comedy routine.
And the Women Fighters Team? Mai Shiranui, Yuri Sakazaki, King—each one a stunning beauty with explosive figures!
If these teams clashed, the "clothing destruction" spectacle would be...
Just thinking about it made countless people drool (and cry tears of anticipation).
However, in the competitor spectator area, the mood was far from "joyful."
"Cloud..."
A freezing chill, like a Siberian cold front, locked onto Cloud instantly.
Cloud turned his head with difficulty. Ryo Sakazaki was staring at him with eyes that could kill.
That gaze contained warning, threat, and the unmistakable message: "If you touch a single hair on my sister I will grind your bones to dust."
Terry patted Cloud's shoulder with a hint of schadenfreude, whispering: "Buddy, take it easy. Ryo here is the ultimate siscon. If you really make his sister suffer clothing destruction in front of all these people... I'm afraid you won't make it out of this arena."
"I..." Cloud felt more wronged than anyone.
How is this my fault? I didn't make these stupid rules!
He cast a pleading look at one of the "parties involved."
Mai Shiranui stood prettily nearby, chin slightly raised, those gorgeous almond eyes watching him with a teasing, almost... expectant look?
As if saying: "Come on then. Beat me if you can~"
Meanwhile, Yuri Sakazaki's face was twisted with anxiety.
She kept glancing between her murderous brother and the innocent-looking Cloud, practically wringing her uniform hem to shreds.
"This is... going to be trouble." Cloud's head began to ache.
It wasn't that he feared losing—it was... how was he supposed to fight this?
Hold back? Impossible.
That would be an insult to himself and disrespectful to his opponents.
Go all out? But what if...
Cloud's mind flashed with images of Mai Shiranui's skimpy ninja outfit and Yuri Sakazaki's youthful uniform bursting into fragments of fabric under the "clothing destruction" rules...
Gulp.
He swallowed involuntarily, feeling his nose getting warm.
But immediately, he sensed the even icier death glare from Ryo's direction!
"Ahem!" Cloud quickly suppressed his inappropriate fantasies and put on an expression of "righteous dignity."
No! Absolutely not!
My cabbages—even if they're going to be eaten, only I should be the one eating them! How can I let these "wolves" get an eyeful?!
"System, is there any way to defeat opponents without triggering 'clothing destruction'?" Cloud urgently consulted his system.
[Ding! Host, the "Exhaustion Clothing Destruction" rule is based on this world's fundamental "qi" settings and cannot be reversed. Unless Host can wrap the opponent's body with stronger force at the instant their qi disperses, forming an "energy shield"—theoretically this could prevent clothing rupture.]
[However, this operation requires extremely precise control of [Absolute Domain]. With Host's current 10% mastery, success rate is below 5%.]
"5%?" Cloud frowned.
That success rate was basically nonexistent.
Looked like he'd have to use the most primitive, most effective method.
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