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 even said 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 operations 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."

Hearing the blond-haired man's words, Sagat frowned slightly, then got out of the car and said coldly:

"I hope he's a qualified soldier."

Inside the martial arts school.

After a day of business, Dan Hibiki, with her full and defined double chin, excitedly picked up the bills from 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 that they no longer 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 Huo Yinqiang's 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? If we're lucky, we might even get to have the chef cook something special for us."

Huo Yinqiang still remembers that even a simple bowl of fried rice made by that young chef was exceptionally delicious.

But before Hibiki Kyo's voice could even finish, with a loud bang, the door next to him was kicked open by Sagat.

Volume 1: Chapter 10 - Hibiki Tsuyoshi, Defeated!

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

From then on, even though he could still maintain his imperial authority through violence, the scar on his chest would always ache faintly. The image of Long became his inner demon.

Driven by a desire for 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 imposing 2.26-meter frame passed through the doorway, coldly gazing at the Hibiki father and son inside.

"I heard 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 to stop his son, Huo Yindan, who was about to step forward, and calmly said, "I don't know you. What makes you think you have a challenge?"

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

Huo Yinqiang snorted coldly, revealing a look of disgust:

“I’ve already told your thugs—unless they sign up for 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's words, Sagat not only didn't get angry, but a subtle smile appeared on his lips.

He craved battle. The man before him... at least his fighting spirit was somewhat pure.

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

Sensing the disparity 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 one of his henchmen flying three or four meters before crashing into several chairs and coming to a stop.

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

Sagat remained expressionless and simply stated:

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

The henchmen 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 worry, 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 mobile fortress.

In particular, its arms and legs are unusually long, giving it an attack radius far exceeding that of ordinary people.

His elbows and knees were covered with thick calluses, the 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 foot on the toes, and moved slowly in rhythm with his breathing.

There was no probing.

The battle erupted instantly.

Hibiki Kiyoshi was the first to strike, his steps swift as lightning, his body low to the ground, attempting to cut into Sagat's inner perimeter—the only blind spot in the giant's arm span.

However, Sagat remained expressionless. The moment Hibiki approached, before he could even launch an attack, Sagat's thick, long forelegs, like spring-loaded battle axes, lashed out with a powerful kick!

Huo Yinqiang crossed his arms to block.

boom!

A sharp pain shot through both arms.

Good weight!

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

Huo Yinqiang quickly adjusted his strategy, switching from an offensive to a defensive counter-attack. Muay Thai attacks, once initiated, are as rapid as a torrential downpour, but the energy expenditure is equally staggering. As soon as the opponent's breathing falters, it's Huo Yinqiang's 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 defending.

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 in place.

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

The other person's breathing... remained 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.

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

The blows came like a violent storm.

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

The low sweeping leg whistled as it slashed at the supporting leg, and upon impact, Huo Yinqiang even lost sensation below the knee.

His mind went blank for a moment, and before he could even come to his senses, 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 Hideaki uses, it all seems as pale as paper in the face of Sagat's absolute power and range.

He could predict the trajectory, yet he couldn't break through that impenetrable attack network, much less block the opponent's seemingly overwhelmingly heavy attack.

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 opening in Hibiki Takeshi's center.

In just a moment.

But Sagat's beast-like intuition pinpointed this flaw.

That enormous 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, smashed towards Huo Yinqiang's cheek.

Huo Yinqiang 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 his henchmen with annoyance.

"This is the expert you've been talking about?"

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

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

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

Until 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 techniques. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that these gang thugs were utterly defeated.

but now……

Overwhelmingly powerful.

Whether it's talent, technique, strength, or hard work, Sagat is overwhelmingly superior to Hibiki.

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 weakness.

He craved battle, power, and even more so, 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 Kyo gritted his teeth.

Low-level martial artists are one thing...

There are similar hierarchical distinctions 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 Kyo suddenly leaped into the air. Noticing Hibiki Kyo's movement, Sagat also turned around abruptly.