King of Fighters, I became Mai Shiranui's lifelong enemy

"Don't think I don't know that you just don't like having a brother around Joan!"

The group quickly arrived at the entrance of the Extreme Flow Gym.

"Come to think of it, this is my first time visiting the most famous gym in the world."

In front of me was an ordinary karate dojo.

But this dojo is ranked number one in the world.

In addition to the base camp in South Town, there are branch gyms of the Extreme Flow everywhere, including Tokyo, Mexico, Europe, etc.

Even Yuri Sakazaki is the sole gym leader in charge of the Tokyo gym.

Compared to the previous martial arts gyms like the Shiranui-ryu Gym, which were almost on the verge of bankruptcy, the Kyokyu-ryu is the most popular of the countless schools.

The God of Karate - Takuma Sakazaki, the Invincible Dragon - Ryo Sakazaki, the Strongest Tiger - Robert, and even the weakest Yuri Sakazaki have gained considerable popularity because of the women's fighter team.

The fact that one school has produced four players who made it to the quarterfinals of the KOF tournament, doesn’t that show how powerful this school is?

Moreover, the martial arts inheritance of Extreme Flow is most suitable for ordinary people to practice.

You don't need any bloodline, superpowers, or special abilities. As long as you can run, jump, and exercise, and break through your limits countless times, you can become as strong as them!

What ordinary people fear most is that their efforts go unrewarded, but the Extreme Flow tells them that as long as you are not afraid of hardship, fatigue, or death from exhaustion, all of you can become stronger!

At this time, dozens of disciples who were doing morning exercises were practicing boxing together. Their yellow uniforms were half soaked with morning dew. They were sweating profusely and were full of enthusiasm.

The bandaged fist repeatedly hit the iron sandbag, and the old blood stains, fresh dandruff and sweat made the sandbag horrible.

Anyone who comes here can feel the vigorous vitality in them...

Apart from Wu Ji, he could only feel the strong stench.

"Oh my god, the smell of feet, sweat, clothes, and all that sour, messy smell is so strong that it chokes my nose. How can they seriously practice under such circumstances?"

Wu Ji covered his nose and frowned, "What's the difference between this and randomly releasing poison gas bombs!"

It is normal for normal people to have a bad smell after sweating during training.

But what is abnormal is that these extreme flow disciples have become obsessed with practicing martial arts. They don’t even wash their clothes even though they are stained with sweat and dirt and have scabs. They think that nothing is more important than practicing martial arts. Their bodies stink and a faint green steam is coming out.

Entering here is like entering a landfill.

If placed in a certain peculiar worldview, this group of people are the most loyal and reliable believers of Father Nurgle.

The purpose of Extreme Style is to let you bring out the hidden potential of the human body to the extreme, not to let you make your clothes dirty and smelly to the extreme!!!

But these disciples have bad tempers.

Hearing Wu Ji complaining about them, they were all filled with indignation.

Dozens of muscular men had bloodshot eyes, bulging veins on their foreheads, throbbing temples, and chattering teeth as they stared at Wu Ji in unison.

"What did you say--?!"

"Are you here to challenge me? Go and inform Master Sakazaki!"

"Wait, wait, this is Qiong, and that's Mai Shiranui! And the man in the middle is—Wu Ji!"

"So what if he's Wu Ji? So what if he's a KOF champion! With so many of us attacking him together, he might not be able to defeat us all before he runs out of energy!"

"Well said! Everyone, come on!"

A group of disciples who looked similar, with square faces, crew cuts and wearing yellow karate uniforms, approached him in unison.

This scene is quite scary. One muscular man is not scary, what is scary is a group of smelly muscular men.

It was then that Wu Ji realized that their clothes were supposed to be pure white with the name of the Extreme Flow Gym printed on them, but because they had not been washed, they became so slovenly.

Seeing those clothes up close, they were hardened like armor by countless sweat and dirt. I really don’t know how they put them on.

Being able to wear this kind of clothes is a kind of practice in itself, right?

"No."

The corners of Wu Ji's mouth twitched a few times, and he suddenly felt like backing off.

Mai Shiranui asked curiously, "Are you still afraid of these disciples?"

Wu Ji has no reason to be afraid of a guy who can even beat her in a group.

In the past, he had fought against people of the level of Kyo Kusanagi and Iori Yagami. How could he be afraid of a group of disciples who had not yet completed their apprenticeship?

"Although I have a high poison resistance, it stinks!"

"I'm afraid that I'll be fine when I punch you, but then come back with some weird, dirty disease."

Wu Ji shrank back and saw Qiong's brother Jian. His eyes had turned into mosquito coils and he would have fallen down if Qiong hadn't been there to support him.

If there is really no other way, just use your fists to knock these muscular men down.

"stop--!!!"

At this moment, Sakazaki Ryo's voice prevented this group of disciples from being brutally beaten by Wu Ji.

He shouted angrily and ran to his disciple.

"What are you doing? You're all trying to slack off instead of practicing!"

A disciple complained, "No, that's not it. It was this Wu Ji who said that our Extreme Flow disciples were too stinky. He insulted us..."

Smelly?

The veins on Sakazaki Ryo's forehead twitched, and he sniffed again.

I could indeed smell the sour odor coming from these disciples.

Originally, after returning home yesterday, he washed himself thoroughly and changed into new clothes, just to welcome Qiong's arrival today.

He was so excited that he couldn't sleep, and he hadn't woken up until his disciple came to call him just now.

But Sakazaki Ryo didn't really consider that the disciples of the Extreme Flow also smelled bad.

Oh no!

Will Qiong feel that the smell is so bad that she won't want to come to the Jikui Ryu gym anymore? Will she have a bad impression of Jikui Ryu?

Sakazaki Ryo immediately panicked.

He glanced at Joan out of the corner of his eye and felt relieved when he saw that she didn't react.

Fortunately, fortunately, Wu Ji pointed this out to him in advance.

Wu Ji is indeed a good person!

That’s true, what girl doesn’t like to be clean? Just because Joan didn’t say it doesn’t mean she doesn’t mind.

"Hehe, who is Wu Ji? He is an opponent that even I feel ashamed of, the strongest fighter in the world! What he said must make sense!" Sakazaki Ryo patted his chest and expressed his praise for Wu Ji.

Wu Ji had helped him again! If it weren't for the unresolved issue with Yuri Sakazaki, he would have wanted to acknowledge Wu Ji as his good buddy.

"He said you guys stink, and that's why you stink! Look at me, the reason I'm so much stronger than you is because I'm clean!" Sakazaki Ryo proudly puffed out his chest, showing off the yellow martial arts uniform he had just changed into.

He customized more than a dozen identical yellow martial arts uniforms.

New clothes are so soft and comfortable!

The disciple said aggrievedly: "But..."

He was just about to say, "Master Sakazaki Ryo, you were just like us before. You never washed your clothes. Whenever they were torn in a fight, you would just change into a new one. How dare you say you are clean?"

He also said that taking a bath and washing clothes are effeminate and not what real men should do.

As a result, Sakazaki Ryo glared at him with his big copper bell eyes and threatened him directly: "But what! How dare you talk back!"

"Run 50 laps around the gym right now! Now! Immediately!"

After kicking the opponent on the butt and driving away the talkative disciple, Sakazaki Ryo continued to review and improve the rules of the Extreme Style.

"From now on! Everyone must take a shower once a week! Everyone must wash their clothes once a month! Don't let me smell your sweaty odor from three or four meters away!"

In an instant, the whole place was filled with grief.

"Oh no, I have to take a shower once a week, so I won't have time to practice boxing! I can still practice, I haven't reached my limit yet!"

"What! Clothes actually need to be washed? I don't know how! These fluttery clothes are like trash, they rip if they're torn. How can I wash them? I can't learn it!!!"

"No way, no way, I've been accumulating this strong masculinity for half a year. When I pass by beautiful women, they will all fall for me. But it will be gone after I take a shower!"

"Can you please take it one step at a time, Master Sakazaki? I can't handle it so fast!"

Starting this year, Takuma Sakazaki passed the position of the headmaster to Ryo Sakazaki, so he is the current person in charge.

Even if the disciples were dissatisfied and resentful, they had nowhere to vent their anger. They could only pretend to be pitiful and pray that Sakazaki Ryo would be merciful and let them go.

"Humph."

Sakazaki Ryo folded his arms and snorted proudly.

"Then I'll let you off the hook. Just take a bath once a month and wash your clothes once every six months. The time you waste on bathing and washing clothes will be doubled as training!"

That’s right!

Look, Joan.

This is my authority as the Extreme Flow Gym Leader!

Under my leadership, the gym is being changed step by step to the way you like it!

Chapter 158 Thank you, Wu Ji

Ryo Sakazaki was very confident that he had achieved what Robert said... well, yes, gentlemanly manners.

Be a gentleman to girls, satisfy their needs both internally and externally, and be considerate of their emotions. There are some things you should do in advance without being told.

Amid the cheers of his disciples, he turned to face Qiong and his group, anticipating their expressions.

Look!

This is the charm of men!

Come cheer for me!

Sakazaki Ryo straightened his collar, deliberately revealing the lines of his chest muscles, as if he saw Joan smiling.

He waved his hand majestically to usher the guests in, his voice as resounding as a bell: "Hahaha, these are all trivial matters. If you have any dissatisfaction, just tell me! I will make sure that Brother Jian lives here just like at home!"

"Ah, good, good."

Joan's smile was very forced.

What did she just hear?

Only take a shower once a month? Wash clothes once every six months?

Is this an improved one?

All the disciples who practice here must have been marinated!

Even the smell of sweat that filled the dojo became tangible.

This was the first time that she felt that Wu Ji was a much better person than Sakazaki. Although Wu Ji would force her to eat some dirty things under the pretext of beauty and skin care, at least those things were edible!

It's a bit addictive if you eat too much.

What about this side?

It all stinks of sweat!

She felt a little reluctant to watch her brother faint from the stench...or maybe just forget it and let him grow up in this environment.

Maybe I won’t become a girl, but there is a high possibility that I will become like those guys outside!

She shuddered at the thought of that scene!

"Qiong, Jane's current condition requires drastic measures." Mai Shiranui whispered to encourage Qiong.

"You can't give up halfway!"

Yes, yes! We can’t give up halfway!

Qiong pursed her lips, hardened her heart, and took her unconscious brother into the back room of the gym.

"Then I'll leave Jane to you."

The moment she handed her brother to Sakazaki Ryo, she felt like something had completely left her.