In a corner of the battlefield...
Joe Higashi—the Muay Thai king who'd just been rescued from "intensive care"—watched the two men before him with indignant frustration.
"Hey! You two!" he roared. "Can you leave some for me?! I want revenge too!"
"Sorry, sorry!" Benimaru laughed, casually shocking another enemy unconscious. "Can't help it if your legs aren't working properly!"
Joe: "..."
I didn't come here for revenge. I came here to watch these two run a Dynasty Warriors level.
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When the dust finally settled...
Geese emerged from the wreckage of the collapsed crane, covered in grime.
His elegant kimono was in tatters, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
Clearly, that "dream team combo" assault had taken its toll.
Facing him stood Cloud, Terry, Andy, Ryo, and Mai—five warriors shoulder to shoulder, their combined presence as imposing as five invincible war gods!
On the other side of the battlefield, an equally battered Krauser led his remaining forces to surround Geese.
"Geese..." Krauser's voice was as cold as a Siberian wind. "It seems your party tonight is ending early."
Besieged on all sides!
Ambushed from every direction!
This untouchable "Underground Emperor" had finally fallen into true desperation!
Yet facing this certain-death scenario, Geese showed not a trace of fear.
Instead, his smile grew even more manic, even more twisted.
"Ending?"
"Hehehehe... No, no, no..."
"The real party..."
He slowly tore open his kimono, revealing the terrifying musculature beneath—covered in eerie purple patterns, as if containing infinite reserves of evil power!
"Has only just begun!!!"
A pillar of purple fighting spirit—more terrifying and malevolent than anything before—erupted skyward like a volcanic explosion!
It stained the entire night sky of South Town a despairing shade of purple!
...
On this decisive night in South Town, the entire dock district had become one massive, chaotic meat grinder.
On the main battlefield, top-tier fighters like Cloud, Terry, and Ryo clashed with the twin bosses Geese and Krauser in a battle so intense it seemed to split heaven and earth, sending seawater flooding back inland.
But on the other side—in the complex maze of shipping containers and warehouses—another equally fierce battle was unfolding, albeit with a completely different vibe.
"Hey! Italian Stallion! Your three o'clock, two machine gunners! Don't let them scratch this million-dollar face of mine!"
Benimaru executed an elegant backflip to dodge a burst of gunfire, never missing a beat as he trash-talked his "teammate" through the communicator.
"Shut it, you walking lightning rod!" Robert's equally flashy but irritated voice crackled back.
"Worry about yourself! Your hair gel's getting shot off! And don't call me 'Stallion'—this is Italian gentleman's romance, you wouldn't understand!"
"Ha! Romance? In that gaudy suit? My grandma's curtains have more style!"
"You—!"
This improvised "nuclear combo" was facing a serious test.
Their opponents were Krauser's personal bodyguards from Germany—the "Iron Blood Guard."
These were all retired special forces operators, armed with top-tier equipment, exceptional tactical training, and flawless coordination. Compared to South Town's typical thugs who only knew how to bark and brawl, they were creatures from an entirely different dimension.
Currently, they'd established overlapping fields of fire using the shipping container maze, pinning Robert and Benimaru in a narrow kill zone.
But they were facing KOF's two most unpredictable "show-offs."
"Honestly, a bunch of brutes with no appreciation for art."
Robert watched bullets whiz past him without the slightest concern, elegantly adjusting his pristine Versace tie.
"Let's wrap this up quick, Benimaru." He spoke into the communicator. "I'd rather not get this six-figure haute couture stained with these small fry's blood."
"Hmph, my thoughts exactly!"
The instant those words left his lips—they moved!
Like arrows loosed from their bows, they shot from behind their cover in opposite directions, blurring through the storm of bullets!
"Raijin Ken!"
Blinding golden lightning erupted from Benimaru's fingertips! His entire body became a Z-shaped bolt, weaving through the hail of gunfire so fast the bullets couldn't even catch his afterimage!
"Hien Shippu Kyaku!"
Robert was more direct. Blue flames of qi ignited around his legs as he became a ground-hugging swallow, sprinting along the container walls at physics-defying angles!
"Open fire! Stop them!"
The Iron Blood Guard commander—a burly German—roared the order.
But it was already too late.
"Try this! Shinkuu Katategoma!"
Benimaru materialized at an impossible angle on their flank!
One hand on the ground, his body spun like a high-speed top wreathed in golden lightning, instantly sweeping up every soldier at that firing position!
"Ryuga!"
Robert descended from above like divine retribution! Between his palms, a massive blue energy sphere formed and crashed into the center of the enemy formation!
BOOM—!!!
Lightning and ki rampaged through the container jungle!
Before these two "show-offs'" dazzling solo performances, even the disciplined Iron Blood Guard learned what "defying all logic" truly meant.
This wasn't a battle. This was a one-sided, artistically violent massacre!
Robert and Benimaru—two "popular idols" who normally avoided each other's spotlight—had somehow achieved a synergy greater than the sum of its parts.
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