I teach judo in Tokyo.

[Possesses entry 1: Unbreakable Right Fist]

[Possesses entry 2: Swift Left Fist]

[Possesses self-defense skill 1: Boxing 52]

[Possesses self-defense skill 2: Muay Thai 54]

[Special Moves: Flash Jab, Divine Light]

[Current Status: This person defeated the tiger...]

That's right. Unlike Julius, this time the opponent is of normal build and doesn't have any superhuman physique.

Correspondingly, this person is a true champion who secured the title through "martial arts"—a genuine powerhouse.

A berserker-level powerhouse!

Sosuke stared directly at the other person, a smile playing on his lips, and nodded at them from a distance.

Finally, I can add a bit of completion to my system task upgrade requirements.

......

Besides himself, Sosuke also kept track of the locations of several of his acquaintances.

The old butler and Shin Kyogoku were also piled up in the second matrix with him, while Mutba was in the third matrix.

Julius and Vanity are both in the fourth matrix.

The distribution isn't great; my two closest friends are both in the same district as me.

Fortunately, at least in the first four rounds, he was able to fight without restraint, without having to worry about feelings or relationships.

Sebastian, standing beside him, turned to look at Sousuke: "Sousuke, your opponent is that 'God of War'. I've heard of his name before. Compared to my dullness, which only reached the 'Berserker Rank' at nearly fifty, this guy's talent is much stronger."

Sosuke calmly raised an eyebrow and smiled, "It's alright. If I can't even handle him, then I'll have no way of defeating those other incredibly strong guys."

He chuckled: "Grandpa Sebastian, your opponent in the second round is Shen, haha, what a bad guy."

Beside them, Kyogoku Shin, who had silently sat down with them after the draw, wore a wry smile: "Although I didn't expect to go very far, it's really unlucky to be facing Lord Sebastian in the second round at most."

Shin Kyogoku scratched his head: "I can only ask the old man to go easy on me."

The old butler chuckled: "Lord Kyogoku's talent is indeed exceptional. It would be good for the two of us to spar."

Kyogoku Shin nodded, then looked at Sousuke beside him with a hint of mockery: "Don't be so smug. Even if you overcome all those famous strongmen and defeat them, you will still run into Lord Sebastian in the end. Our fates will be the same."

Sosuke raised an eyebrow: "That's hard to say."

"Hmm?" Kyogoku Shin's expression changed in surprise. He immediately looked at the old butler and found that he was just smiling but did not deny Sousuke's words.

I was deeply moved.

Could it be that Atobe Sousuke has unknowingly grown to the point where he can rival Sebastian?

What a monster this is!

Kyogoku Shin hesitated for a moment, wondering whether he should report this information to the countermeasures bureau.

Let your friend fall into self-doubt there.

Sosuke's gaze was inscrutable, but he wasn't overly preoccupied with this matter.

Besides "friends," there were actually many other "rivals" that Sosuke cared about even more.

In fact, some of them were surprisingly strong even by his current standards...

Gullizalid, K', Walter, Wesker, Dior, Terry, Gisele, Maxima, Dalsim, Vega...

Among these "extraordinary strongmen," more than half are even inextricably linked to that organization.

The strongest of them was, without a doubt, the tall white man in a red military uniform with a white shawl draped over his shoulders.

Vega...

To avoid being noticed, Sousuke's gaze fell on the man briefly before looking away without lingering.

But even a fleeting glimpse was enough for him to clearly see the other party's strength.

"A Grand-rank powerhouse, huh...?"

This person is probably my final opponent in this competition, right?

Sosuke pondered this in his heart, and finally the lottery session for tonight came to an end.

The powerful figures, each with a different expression, began to leave the stage one after another.

"The battle begins tomorrow, so let's not talk tonight. Everyone go back and rest up."

Sebastian said calmly.

The other two had no objections, so the group disbanded.

***

Just as the King of Fighters tournament was being broadcast live with the draw to determine the schedule.

Deep in the mountains, far from Tokyo, in an extremely secluded place.

Several figures of different shapes and heights moved slowly forward.

Behind them lay a vast expanse of ruins engulfed in flames.

From the raging fire, one could still faintly hear the weak and painful cries of humans.

"Wow! The lottery has ended. It's a real shame I couldn't see it live." One of the blonde, fair-skinned beauties, dressed in an office lady outfit, held her phone, which displayed a live stream, and exclaimed in disappointment.

Beside her, a short-haired woman of mixed race scoffed, "What kind of bullshit lottery is this? I bet you're just in heat and want to sleep with that guy."

"Vise, there are some things we shouldn't expose!" The blonde beauty patted the short-haired woman.

These two were none other than Mature and Vice, who had disappeared for a long time.

Beside the two, a tall and curvaceous woman wearing a stylish bodycon mini skirt, with bangs covering her eyes, covered her mouth and laughed: "Mai Zhuo, Wei Si, I'm also a little curious. What kind of wonderful person is this guy who can make both of you 'very satisfied'? Take me to meet him another day."

Mai Zhu chuckled: "Sharmie, that's the man I got first. It's fine if I let Weiss have some fun with him, but do you want to get involved too?"

Shermie shook her finger: "His body was meant for 'The Arid Land,' but I wonder where he went. Did he not succeed in reincarnation after being killed by that guy, Furinji Tenjin?"

The three beauties were laughing and chatting, which made the flames-ravaged ruins behind them seem even more desolate.

Beside him, a short boy stood with one hand in his pocket, smiling as he looked at the women. He interrupted their nonsense, saying, "While I'm happy to listen to your gossip, tell me first, what are you going to do with this poor wretch from the Yata family?"

As he spoke, he used his other hand to throw a dying man he had been dragging onto the ground in front of him.

The man was already severely injured. After rolling around and stopping, he coughed up a mouthful of black blood, then barely managed to lift his head: "The remnants of the Orochi clan... dare to... return to Japan... Aren't you afraid of death?"

The next second, a large foot wearing a leather shoe suddenly stomped on his head and crushed it.

***

Chapter 340 The Storm Blows

The man from the Yata family was kicked in the head.

The owner of the giant foot that crushed his head was a man dressed in a tight-fitting outfit and cloak, whose face was obscured.

Beside her, Sharm sneered, "Gadiru, did I say you could make a move?"

The man called Gadir did not directly answer Sharmi's question, but said coldly, "Anyway, as long as we kill this head of the Yata family, we will achieve our goal, so why waste words?"

Seeing the tense atmosphere between the two, Mai Zhuo covered her mouth and chuckled, "As expected of the most 'ruthless' guy in our clan, he really acted decisively."

Gadil's voice remained indifferent: "I am 'His' 'teeth,' only concerned with the outcome of bringing my master back to this world. The methods or means used are irrelevant."

"Well......"

As they were talking, they suddenly let out low groans.

They all silently covered their heads.

Meanwhile, deep in the mountains thousands of miles away...

Deep inside the mountain.

In the center of a circular, open area, there was a strange formation, its color as dry as black blood.

The bloodstains began to turn a strange, slow grayish-white color.

Goenitz, whose hands, feet, and neck were bound by chains, suddenly opened his eyes, which had been closed for rest.

He moved with elegance and composure, tilting his head and smiling as he muttered to himself.

"Hmm... So we finally wiped out the remnants of the Yata clan...?"

"..."

"With the blood of your clan, you sealed me here for decades. Yata, you've truly something..."

"..."

"Thunder, Flame, Beast, Death, Fang... Although 'Earth' and 'Dark' are still missing, it's not bad to have gathered five companions..."

"..."

"You guys, find a suitable place to meet, I'll be there soon."

"..."

Goenitz smiled and ended his monologue.

Then, he casually stood up from the chair.

The thick chains clanged and rattled with his movements.

"Well... without the Alliance's power to restrain me, this little thing probably won't be able to lock me down..."

He chuckled, then reached out and grabbed the steel chain around his neck with both hands and yanked it!

The metal is rapidly stretched and deformed, then suddenly breaks after reaching its deformation limit.

Then, the chains binding his hands and feet were also removed in the same way, quickly turning them into scrap metal.

After gaining complete freedom.

Goenitz walked gracefully down the corridor, quickly passing through the long passageway and arriving at the entrance.

Here is a huge, heavy stone door that cannot be opened by human power.

It successfully halted Goenitz's advance.

Goenitz stared at the massive stone gate in silence for a few seconds, then sighed softly.

"I was originally planning to conserve the 'power' I'd accumulated over these centuries."

"However, that guy from Furinji, who knows when he might suddenly show up..."

"There's nothing we can do about it..."

Goenitz looked regretful.

Then, he raised his left hand, spread his legs apart, and stood firmly for a moment, preparing himself slightly.

The next second, a sudden gust of wind swept through the cave.

Immediately afterwards, the violent gale seemed to be rapidly compressed and gathered by an invisible force, all of it condensing into his raised left hand.

Subsequently, this condensed gale was attached to his entire body in some mysterious way.

"Zhen·Eight Childish Girls - Reality Overcomes!"

As he uttered wondrous words.

The next second, Goenitz's face suddenly contorted, turning into a look of madness.

Then, his claws shot out with a roar!

The high-speed claws, accompanied by terrifying gales, delivered each strike with a cutting force far beyond reality.

The stone wall, so thick that even a high-explosive bomb probably couldn't blast it open, was swiftly sliced ​​through like tofu under his terrifying claw strikes!

......

Deep in the mountains, more than 60 kilometers west of Tokyo.

On an ordinary, unremarkable mountain wall.