Martial artists can never be ultimately insulted

He glanced at the blond-haired thug beside him and said with a hint of impatience, "Is this the martial arts school?"

"This is the place, boss."

Upon hearing Sagat's words, the blond-haired man chuckled a few times, then pointed to the martial arts gym outside the car window and said:

"These guys are operating here without paying protection money, and they say that if you want to collect protection money from them, you're asking for trouble."

I told him to think carefully before spouting nonsense, but he wouldn't listen... I feel that if this isn't handled properly, his future activities in Hong Kong will be greatly affected.

"Then let's finish this quickly. I didn't come here to deal with this kind of thing."

Upon hearing the blond man's words, Sagat frowned slightly, then got out of the car and said coldly:

"I hope he's a qualified fighter."

Inside the martial arts school.

Having finished a day's business, Dan Hibiki, with her full and defined double chin, excitedly rolled up the slips of paper on the ground and said cheerfully:

"The students did a great job today—don't you think so, Dad?"

Upon hearing Huo Yindan's words, the middle-aged man named Huo Yinqiang merely shook his head.

He shook his head and said:

"Well, not counting you, there are only two."

"At least it's a good sign! There wasn't a single person there yesterday!"

Upon hearing this, Huo Yindan chuckled nonchalantly and said:

"I believe that once the people here realize they don't need to worry about being harassed by thugs after coming here, everything will get better!"

"I hope so. Now let's lock the door and call it a day."

He paused, a hint of reminiscence in his eyes, and said:

"I've been busy with the martial arts school lately, and now it's finally open for business... How about we go to Yuan Hanting for a meal to celebrate? Maybe we can catch that chef to open a small kitchen for us."

Huo Yinqiang still remembers that the young chef's work; even a simple bowl of fried rice was incredibly delicious.

But before the loud noise from the fire could even subside, accompanied by a loud bang, the door beside them was kicked open by Sagat.

Volume 1: Chapter 10 - Hibiki Tsuyoshi, Defeated!

Sagat, the final boss of the original Street Fighter, was once the Muay Thai emperor and a national hero of Thailand—until Ryu's Rising Dragon Fist etched that shameful scar on his chest.

From then on, even though he could still maintain the emperor's authority through violence, the scar on his chest would always ache faintly. Ryu's image became his inner demon.

In order to seek revenge, he joined the Shadow Organization.

At that moment, Sagat stood in front of the Hibiki Martial Arts Hall and kicked open the slightly ajar door. His 2.26-meter-tall, burly figure passed through the door frame, coldly gazing at the Hibiki father and son inside.

"So you're the ones who want to challenge me?"

Hibiki narrowed his eyes. The person in front of him looked somewhat familiar, but Sagat had been missing for a long time, and his appearance had changed quite a bit compared to a few years ago, so he couldn't recognize him at first.

But his 2.26-meter height, long limbs, and bronze muscles still brought a suffocating sense of oppression.

Huo Yinqiang reached out and stopped his son, Huo Yindan, who was about to step forward, and calmly said, "I don't know you. What challenge do you have?"

"Kowloon Street is Chadur's territory. Not paying protection money is provoking Chadur, and it's provoking me." Sagat's voice was devoid of any warmth, and his expression was equally indifferent.

Huo Yinqiang snorted coldly, revealing a look of disgust:

“I’ve already told your thugs—unless they enroll in a training course, there’s nothing to talk about.”

The martial arts instructor teaches self-defense techniques; there's no need to fawn over street thugs or offer them money. If you want anything here, prove it with force.

Upon hearing Hibiki Takeshi's words, Sagat not only did not become angry, but a subtle smile appeared on his lips.

He craved battle. The man before him... at least had a pure fighting spirit.

While the two were talking, several henchmen behind Sagat began to move to both sides. From their malicious eyes, it was clear that they were trying to surround the father and son, Hinoki.

Noticing the difference in numbers, Huo Yinqiang clenched his fists secretly.

But before he could make a move—

hum!

Sagat's right leg shot out like a cannonball, sending a thug flying three or four meters before he crashed into several chairs and came to a stop.

"Huh?" Huo Yinqiang and his son were stunned, while the thugs from Xia Erdu stood frozen in place.

Sagat remained expressionless and calmly stated:

"No one is allowed to interfere. Unless, you are helping him."

The men swallowed hard, finally realizing that this "higher-ups" had only come for a mission and had never considered them as comrades.

“Definitely, boss.” They hurriedly stepped back.

Sagat cracked his knuckles as he looked at Hiyori: "Alright, let me see your strength."

Upon hearing this, Huo Yinqiang nodded thoughtfully.

Before the battle began, seemingly sensing Huo Yindan's worries, he gave his son a thumbs-up and smiled:

"Don't worry, Dan, I'll finish this quickly."

Sagat remained noncommittal, simply tearing off his shirt with a blank expression, revealing his bronze muscles; his massive physique resembled a moving fortress.

In particular, its arms and legs are unusually long, and its attack radius is far beyond that of ordinary people.

Thick calluses covered his elbows and knees, marks of rigorous training befitting the title of "Emperor of Muay Thai".

Hibiki knew this would be a tough battle.

Sagat bent down slightly, raised his arms in front of him, placed one foot firmly on the ground and the other on the tip of his toe, and moved slowly in rhythm with his breathing.

There was no probing.

The battle erupted instantly.

Hibiki Yoshiro took the lead, his steps as swift as lightning, his body low to the ground, attempting to cut into Sagat's inner circle—the only blind spot in the giant's arm span.

However, Sagat remained expressionless. The moment Hinata approached, before he could launch an attack, Sagat's thick, long forelegs, like a spring-loaded battle axe, pierced through the air with a whoosh!

Huo Yinqiang crossed his arms to block.

boom!

A sharp pain shot through my arms.

Good weight!

A true expert's skill is immediately apparent. This man was no ordinary street thug; he was a genuine martial artist. The stance, the power exertion, the marks on his body—it was Muay Thai. The Eight-Armed Fist, hailed as the most ferocious fighting technique.

Huo Yinqiang quickly adjusted his strategy, shifting from an offensive approach to a defensive counter-attack. Muay Thai attacks, once launched, are as rapid as a torrential downpour, but the energy expenditure is equally staggering. Once the opponent's breathing falters, it's your turn.

Using both internal and external defense techniques, he skillfully deflected Sagat's attack trajectory. The strategy seemed to work; he was even able to launch sporadic counterattacks while on the defensive.

however--

“If that’s all there is to it,” Sagat’s voice rang out, “I’m starting to get disappointed.”

Upon hearing this, Huo Yinqiang was startled and immediately looked at Sagat's face.

His rough face remained expressionless.

But what's truly terrifying is that even the rhythm of their breathing remained perfectly intact.

Only by being fully focused and tense can one deflect the opponent's fierce attack.

The other person's breathing... remained as steady as ever.

This made Hibiki Takeshi, a martial artist, quickly realize the seriousness of the situation.

After that, Sagat also took a deep breath.

The veins on his forehead bulged, and his bronze body began to glow with a bloody sheen.

The attack came like a violent storm.

Those ridiculously long legs, in Huo Yinqiang's perception, were simply like two destructive steel whips.

The low sweeping leg slashed down at the supporting leg, and the moment it hit, Huo Yinqiang even lost all feeling below the knee.

His mind went blank, and before he could even react, a mid-section sweeping kick struck his ribs like a heavy hammer.

The excruciating pain quickly brought him back to his composure. He swallowed the blood in his throat and struggled to hold on with his honed parrying skills.

Each block produced a dull, loud thud.

His arms and calves quickly became red and swollen, with one purplish-red swelling after another formed due to the swelling of muscle fibers and the rupture of capillaries.

No matter how much skill Hinata uses, it all pales in comparison to Sagat's absolute power and distance.

He could predict the trajectory, but he couldn't break through that airtight attack network, let alone block the seemingly overwhelming and heavy attacks from the opponent.

In less than half a minute, the absolute disadvantage had become apparent.

After a powerful high-level block, the heavy impact inevitably created a small gap in Hibiki Takeshi's center gate.

In just a moment.

But Sagat's beastly intuition pinpointed the flaw.

Its massive body unleashed a terrifying speed disproportionate to its size, taking a step forward and its left arm, like a giant python emerging from its cave, slammed towards Huo Yinqiang's face.

Hibiki gritted his teeth and withdrew his arm to block. But his stance had already crumbled, his center of gravity was forcibly broken, and he fell to one side.

Before he even landed, Sagat delivered a diagonal, upward sweeping strike right into his abdomen.

boom!

Huo Yinqiang was kicked away and crashed into a pile of sandbags, then bowed his head and vomited blood.

After a moment of silence, Sagat simply clenched his fist in disdain and turned back to look at the servants with annoyance.

"This is the expert you were talking about?"

Hearing Sagat's words, the thugs of the Shadur gang were also embarrassed.

To be fair, Huo Yinqiang can be considered a master from any perspective.

At that time, a dozen or so of these tall and strong gang thugs surrounded Huo Yinqiang in the middle, but Huo Yinqiang managed to knock them all down from the front.

Even as the last one of them fell, they couldn't even touch Huo Yinqiang's clothes. Huo Yinqiang himself hadn't even used his full strength; he had only used the most basic fist and foot fighting skills. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that these gang thugs were utterly defeated.

But now...

Overwhelming power.

Whether it's talent, technique, strength, or the attitude of hard work, Sagat is overwhelmingly stronger than Hinoki.

Thinking about it, Sagat also felt a surge of anger.

This level of victory offered Sagat absolutely no sense of accomplishment.

Or perhaps, compared to that man's strength, this level of combat is simply not enough to improve one's skills; it will only keep one mired in this quagmire of poverty.

He craved battle, power, and above all, revenge.

But now...

"They're just a bunch of trash."

Sagat said irritably:

"Don't waste my time with this kind of thing."

Hearing Sagat's disdain, Hibiki Tsuyoshi gritted his teeth.

Low-level martial artists are one thing...

There is a similar chain of contempt between different martial arts.

But to fight with all one's might only be seen as a 'waste of time' by the opponent is something no martial artist can accept!

In an instant, Hibiki Kiyoshi leaped into the air. Noticing Hibiki Kiyoshi's movement, Sagat also turned around abruptly.