Martial artists can never be ultimately insulted.

Martial artists can never be ultimately insulted. (Author: He Renyin)

Summary:

We've arrived at a crossover anime world encompassing Kengan, Baki, Street Fighter, The King of Fighters, and the classic tale of "One Victory Worth a Thousand Gold".

What came into Yuan Chen's view—

The Demon Spear, Kuroki Gensai, whose fundamentals have reached the pinnacle of perfection.

Gouki, the ultimate fist master of the fist that slays demons and gods, whose power is a surge of murderous intent.

Yujiro Hanma, the strongest creature on earth, who sees the world as a fighting rut.

A thousand-year-old feud, a spiral of hatred between the three families bound by fate and the divine artifacts.

Vega, who draws power from the negative spiritual energy of humanity, controls the evil Shadow Empire.

Driven by overwhelming ambition, Yuan Chen wanted nothing more than to show them that even in martial arts, there are limits!

Years later, Yuan Chen, who had reached the pinnacle of martial arts and was hailed as the invincible warrior Yuan, looked back on the past.

I still remember that distant night when Vega, in an effort to destroy my spirit, ordered Cammy, Han Zhuli, and the December Squad to engage me in a series of fierce battles, ultimately humiliating me.

Volume 1: 1. A man named Yuan Chen

Dusk was falling low, and only the sound of the wind swirling up scraps of paper could be heard at the alley entrance.

Having been in this world for a month, Yuan Chen found it hard to describe his current feelings.

If I remember correctly, I'm playing Street Fighter 6 as a modern-day San Andreas against an old man emitting black smoke.

As the old man emitting black smoke suddenly threw two light punches, Yuan Chen also used an amazing amount of sweat and effort to press CA.

Horse hooves fly south, people gaze north.

As a result, he didn't pay attention and moved too much. He raised his finger along with Lao Sang and used too much force, so he shoved it directly into the switch.

When he came to his senses, he found himself in a corner of the ruins of Kowloon Walled City.

Trapped in the ruins for more than a month without a drop of water, will Yuan Chen be able to get out?

Absolutely! Easily!

A powerful will to survive surged within Yuan Chen's heart!

As the fierce will to survive propelled Yuan Chen out of the ruins, hunger had become an integral part of his being.

Originally intending to leave this place and find a way to survive, Yuan Chen found that there was another person on each side of him after walking through a certain alley.

A man with the appearance of a lion, bulging muscles, and a head of messy red hair dancing wildly like fire in the night wind, looked like a demon.

A short man with an old face, wearing a purple robe, with neatly combed gray hair, a long beard, and eyes that gleamed like cold stars.

The air was thick with murderous intent, and the will to die was overwhelming!

Emerging from the tiger's den only to fall into the wolf's lair, Yuan Chen felt his heart surging with emotions amidst bewilderment and despair.

Seeing such a battle of the strongest makes even death worthwhile!

As a strange thought welled up in Yuan Chen's heart, two figures suddenly sprang up.

With a whooshing afterimage, the red-haired Asura fell to the ground, only managing a short gurgling sound in his throat.

Looking at the man who had lost the ability to resist, the old man did not choose to kill him. Instead, after a brief silence, he turned his gaze to Yuan Chen behind him.

After a moment, the old man smiled and said, "Do you also want to challenge me?"

Yuan Chen recognized the old man almost immediately—Yuan!

First appeared in the original Street Fighter, with a 100% success rate in assassinations. A legendary assassin, known as the invincible warrior who fought a hundred battles!

She is also one of the few characters who can directly counter Akuma's ultimate technique, "One Instant Thousand Strikes".

Yuan Chen was confident that he had some boxing experience, but... what about me?

It feels like you're participating in a campus singing competition, and you finally make it to the finals, only to find your opponent wearing golden underwear, coming up with a thunderous shout, followed by a thunderous leap, and then standing motionless on the stage for three minutes, releasing 30,000 tons of Conqueror's Haki.

If I actually manage to pull through, I really should go to a temple and pray to get a lightning rod...

But inexplicably...

Yuan Chen felt an intense fighting spirit rising uncontrollably within him!

Upon noticing Yuan Chen's imposing presence, a hint of surprise flashed in Yuan's eyes.

But then, due to severe physical exhaustion, Yuan Chen's eyes rolled back and he collapsed on the spot.

Having a deep understanding of the human body, Yuan could tell at a glance that the boy's unconsciousness was simply due to extreme weakness. But sensing the will surrounding the boy, Yuan tilted his head in curiosity.

Three years later...

Hong Kong, Kowloon Walled City.

As a marvel of modern civilized society, more than 50,000 people live on this land, which is roughly the size of 3.6 football fields.

Although with the progress of the times, this place is no longer the center of the Asian fighting world, and has become much safer with the departure of many international organizations, political forces, large companies and criminal groups, Chun-Li still felt a complicated feeling because of what she had been exposed to since childhood.

"But speaking of which, Dad, I've only been working here for a few days. Didn't you say you were going to the Battle Realm? Why did you come to see Grandpa Yuan first?"

Wearing a classic Chinese bun hairstyle, tall and energetic, dressed in a tight-fitting training outfit, Chun-Li cautiously surveyed her surroundings while looking helplessly at her father beside her.

A middle-aged man who is 1.82 meters tall, weighs 89 kilograms, and is covered in muscles, who is over 40 years old but has no signs of aging.

“It’s different, Chun-Li.” Subaru shook his head and said calmly:

"This place used to be the fighting world, and Interpol is still a newly established organization. In terms of intelligence, it is not as good as the people in the underworld here."

Hearing her father's words, Chunli's face showed a hint of helplessness, but she still obediently followed her father to a restaurant.

Located in the heart of Kowloon, the restaurant bears the three large characters "Yuan Han Ting" on its facade. The facade is decorated in a classic and elegant style, showcasing the architectural features of the Han and Tang dynasties.

It's fair to say that the business is doing very well, both in terms of location and storefront.

It was only 3 p.m., the peak dining hours had passed, and the staff had already gone home, so there were hardly any people in the lobby.

"Is anyone there?" Chun-Li asked loudly.

"Huh? Is anyone still here at this hour? Coming, coming!"

Accompanied by a girl's voice, a young waitress who looked to be about the same age as Chun-Li, wearing a red fitted cheongsam, quickly ran out.

"I'm sorry, gentlemen, Yuan Hanting Restaurant has already closed for lunch!"

Upon hearing the girl's words, Chunli and Tong Ang didn't pay any attention. They simply looked at the girl and said, "We have an appointment with Master Yuan."

"You have an appointment?"

Upon hearing this, the girl blinked, then skipped over to the counter. After examining it for a moment, she nodded in understanding.

"Are you Mr. Huang Tongang and Ms. Chunli? Please wait a moment, Master Yuan has gone out to gather inspiration, he should be back in a little while."

"I see." Tong Ang nodded in understanding upon hearing the girl's reply, but just then, a gurgling sound suddenly came from the side.

Looking in the direction of the voice, Chunli scratched her head awkwardly and said, "We've been on a plane for five hours and haven't eaten anything the whole way..."

"Oh, oh!" Seeing this, the waiter nodded and then said:

"That's perfect! I was just about to eat too. Let's have some together. Yuan Chen is cooking in the kitchen!"

"Is it convenient?" Tong Ang asked.

"As long as they are Master Yuan's guests, there's no problem!" After saying this, the waiter paused and said somewhat apologetically, "It's just that Yuan Chen's personality is a bit eccentric, and he likes to say strange things, so please bear with him."

"Strange personality, strange talk?" Upon hearing this, Tong Ang was slightly taken aback. He felt that he had heard the name Yuan Chen somewhere before, but he couldn't remember where. So he followed the waiter to the restaurant's kitchen.

In the empty kitchen, a young man about 1.85 meters tall stood beside the stove with its flames blazing. Although he was just cooking, even from his back view, one could tell that he didn't look like a chef, but rather...

A blazing ancient sword sheathed?

His figure was extremely tall, with a straight back, making the small space of the kitchen seem low and cramped because of his presence.

Black hair hung down over his forehead, and the light fell from above, making Yuan Chen's face appear as black as ink due to the angle. Only his eyes, deep as an ancient well, were particularly clear, now focused on reflecting the dim light of the stove fire.

His streamlined muscles, like armor covering his body, were not bulging lumps, but rather full, smooth, and hard like pebbles at the bottom of water, presenting a fluid beauty.

With every subtle movement he made, what rippled beneath his skin was a beast-like coordination and power.

He reached out and took a piece of radish; with a flash of light, the knife transformed into a steady, even silver thread.

The sound of the knife blade striking the cutting board was as fine as rain, with a precise rhythm without the slightest deviation.

In just a moment, the radish was sliced ​​into hair-thin strands, spreading out like a quiet snow under his knife.

Although they were some distance apart, Chun-Li couldn't help but raise an eyebrow as she sensed the surging energy within the young man's body and his meticulous control over his muscles and the tools in his hands.

Although it's just a rough feeling, Chun-Li can be considered an elite among Interpol agents nowadays.

Based on Chunli's experience, the young man in front of her would have a much better income and living environment than he does now, whether he went out to be a bodyguard for high-ranking officials or a bodyguard for wealthy women.

Despite thinking this, Chun-Li wasn't too surprised.

After all, Chun-Li, as an Interpol agent, knew quite well that there were many martial artists with similar quirks.

Or perhaps, for many martial artists, the most important thing is the training that can hone their martial spirit, rather than fame, fortune, and wealth.

After staring at the young man for a while, Tong Ang said with some curiosity:

"Yuan Chen... I remember now, you are Yuan Chen?"

Hearing someone call his name, Yuan Chen paused slightly while cooking, but quickly resumed his cooking as he spoke:

"That's me. What's the matter?"

Yuan Chen's powerful reply immediately stunned Tong Ang and Chun Li, who clearly understood what the waiter meant by "abnormal personality and fond of saying strange things."

"It's nothing, we're just looking for Grandpa Yuan." The waiter, clearly used to it, replied, "But you've had a long journey and haven't eaten yet, so please make some extra when you're cooking."

"Easily!" Yuan Chen replied with a strong voice.

Upon seeing this, Tong Ang and Chun Li did not disturb them any further, but simply waited patiently in the hall.

Although Chun-Li left the kitchen, her heart remained there.

Looking back at Yuan Chen, who was frantically cooking, Chun Li's curiosity remained undiminished.

Sure enough, as soon as they came out, Chun-Li asked:

"Dad, do you know him?"

"I've heard some things about it. About three years ago, it was a child that your grandfather picked up."

Upon hearing Chunli's question, Tong Ang glanced in the direction of the kitchen and said:

"It is said that he was starving in the ruins for a month without a drop of water, and was found by your grandfather after he crawled out... Well, he was also mentally traumatized by this experience, which is why he is different from ordinary people, right?"

However, he has already received his admission notice from the university in the Battle Realm, and this trip is to see if he can go to the Battle Realm with us.

After saying this, Tong Ang paused, then smiled and said:

"I was worried that it might be unsafe for this child to suddenly go to the Battle Realm, but now it seems... although his personality is a bit unstable, his strength should be fine."

Upon hearing about Yuan Chen's ordeal three years ago, Chun Li's eyes flashed with understanding, which then turned into worry and concern.

In contrast, Tong Ang's face also showed a touch of emotion.

"Young people these days are really well-nourished."

When he was young, it was good enough for people to have enough to eat. Even he himself only had the opportunity to properly nourish his body after he made a name for himself.

And what about today's young people?

They were all young, but each one was incredibly tall. Even though Tong Ang knew very well that for those who had mastered the true meaning of martial arts, size and weight were not directly proportional to strength, Tong Ang still felt a strange sense of awe.

Just as Tong Ang was still thinking, a casual yet aged voice came from the side.

"Ha, we've arrived."

Following the sound, an old man wearing a purple robe, with white hair and beard, and cloudy white eyes without pupils, walked slowly from the side.