I teach judo in Tokyo.

This further underscores the prestige of the competition.

And so, time gradually came to 9:30.

The host suddenly let out a high-decibel scream.

The entire audience fell silent at the amplified scream from the loudspeaker.

"Welcome to the first King of Fighters World Championship, everyone!"

"Now, please welcome the sixty-four 'world's strongest' participants in this main competition to the stage!"

After saying that, the beautiful host suddenly raised her hands high.

Under her guidance, the entire audience of the show also instantly became excited.

Then, amidst the cheers that nearly blew the entire Tokyo Dome's membrane roof off.

Sixty-four contestants, each with a different temperament and physique but all exuding a terrifying aura, walked out of the contestant passage one after another.

As arranged by the organizers, they stood at the same intervals in different corners of the venue near the audience, facing the audience.

Just as the audience was screaming, wondering about the purpose of this seating arrangement...

The next second, above the heads of each of the starting players.

Each person's enormous half-body image, along with their corresponding physical data and battle record, was projected into the air in a three-dimensional manner.

This near-cutting-edge holographic projection method immediately reignited the audience's excitement.

Immediately afterwards, the host began to quickly introduce each contestant's background in order of their number.

Whenever a contestant who performed exceptionally well in the preliminary rounds and made a name for themselves was introduced, many audience members would start shouting the contestant's name or nickname even before the host could speak.

When introducing Atobe Sousuke.

The cheers were incredibly loud.

Among tens of thousands of people, at least 60% of the audience were simultaneously chanting his name.

After all, it was just ten days ago, on the night of the final ring match.

After completing his task of defending his title, Atobe Sousuke challenged Julius, who was considered to be among the strongest fighters. He then effortlessly received Julius's terrifying attack and defeated him with a counterattack.

The destructive power of Julius's move was still being hotly debated online until just before the start of the match today.

After all, the sheer density of Julius's arm muscles that appeared like dragon scales that night, and the fact that he shattered the ground beneath Sosuke's feet with a single blow, was truly astonishing.

Correspondingly.

Atobe Sousuke, who was able to withstand this move, was naturally even more unfathomable.

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Chapter 342 The First Round!

The first row of the stadium was occupied by dignitaries from various countries, as well as wealthy businessmen and celebrities.

There is also a special group of spectators, namely the contestants' "family members".

At this moment, in the first row of the audience facing Sosuke, there was a large group of beautiful women of all ages with different styles, loudly cheering for Atobe Sosuke.

These girls were, of course, the disciples and residents of Sosuke's dojo.

Class monitor Yumi suddenly hugged Yotsuba Saki, pointing at Atobe Sousuke's figure more than ten meters away and screaming, "Look! Teacher is so handsome!"

Yotsuba Saki hugged her back, her eyes sparkling with hearts as she stared intently at Sousuke.

Kuno Maruko, while hugging her daughter, excitedly cheered loudly for Sosuke.

Beside her, Wu Fang Suzi was also looking intently at her own teacher's college, and couldn't help but sigh.

Unfortunately, this is a bare-handed competition. If it were a swordsmanship contest, the instructor would definitely be able to use the Nine-Headed Dragon Flash to wipe out everyone.

Ever since witnessing Sousuke's Nine-Headed Dragon Flash, the swordswoman felt that all sword techniques in the world were nothing special.

No one could survive those nine cuts in that instant at the teacher's college.

Nobody's here!

As for the three Yae sisters, Mei Xuan, looking like a female hooligan, slumped in her chair, looked at Sosuke's handsome face, and spat, "Pretentious as humans."

Her two younger sisters, however, were not paying attention to Sosuke.

Instead, he watched the other group of people on the field with some fear.

Those... were all familiar faces I'd seen before in the organization...

As for Ryougi Ori and Miyano Ai, they were wearing masks like Sakura Rin, hiding their faces, and were also excitedly watching Sousuke.

Soon, the contestants' group introductions came to an end.

Then, under the guidance of the staff, each athlete went to the rest area near their position on the sidelines.

The beautiful host shouted passionately once again.

"Now! The King of Fighters World Championship, Round of 64 to 32, officially begins!"

boom!

The audience cheered, and banners and streamers were waved wildly throughout the stadium.

"In the first match, our super strongman, the war god of the minority ethnic group in the Himalayas, the giant Haru, known as 'Indra,' will face off against Domon, who ranks among the top in the first round of the points competition!"

Accompanied by the host's loud announcement.

The two contestants who had just left the stage returned to the stage.

One of them was hailed as the God of War of the Himalayas, on par with Julius the Tiger, during the preliminary rounds. He was over 2.4 meters tall, weighed nearly 300 kilograms, and was a super warrior with a strong physique, like a mythical figure.

The other was a much smaller, thin young man with black hair and incredibly passionate eyes.

Sosuke knew the outcome with just one glance at both sides.

The gap between the two sides is quite large, both in terms of physique and technique.

Then, the game proceeded as he had predicted.

At the very beginning, Domon was sent flying by Haru's brutal charge, completely losing his ability to fight back.

Then, amidst the uproar of the audience, the second match began quickly.

As a result, the uproar from the audience did not end.

An extremely exaggerated situation has occurred.

Not just the second game, but in the next seven games in total.

Apart from one match that was quite exciting, the other six matches ended exceptionally quickly.

Almost every time, after a brief period of probing, the situation turned into a one-sided affair!

Clearly, even among the top 64, the gap between the contestants still seems ridiculously large.

Under such rapid elimination.

Soon, the battles in the first matrix were all over.

The total time taken – including the time for review and rest between matches – did not exceed half an hour.

Then the second matrix competition followed immediately.

The first match was Atobe Sousuke's battle.

As the host loudly introduced him, Sosuke decisively took off his shirt, revealing dark athletic pants, and slowly walked into the center of the venue.

Soon, staff members came to check whether he was carrying any weapons or other prohibited items.

Opposite him, the Thai fighting god, whose physique was not much different from his, had calmly walked to his position and stood still.

The two were about ten meters apart.

As they underwent inspection by staff, their busts and battle records were once again projected into the air above their heads.

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[Gaoran Unsavardo]

[Occupation: Muay Thai fighter]

[Height 187cm, Weight 91kg]

【主要参加赛事：荣誉死斗192胜5负，188次KO；格斗之王（预选）30胜0负，30次KO】

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[Sousuke Atobe]

【Occupation: White Night Dojo - Dojo Master】

[Height 186cm, Weight 85kg]

【主要参加赛事：死狂对决4胜0负，4次KO；格斗之王（预选）30胜0负，21次KO】

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As the host projected the information and materials of the two individuals, he began to introduce their strengths and weaknesses amidst cheers from the audience.

"Gaorang, known as the Thai Fighting God, is thirty-seven years old and currently serves as the King of Thailand's royal bodyguard. He is an invincible weapon under the King's command. He has won many victories in the previously unknown but highly competitive 'Honor Deathmatch' tournament. His left jab is incredibly fast, and his right punch is unparalleled in power! Very few people can withstand his punches for more than three minutes!"

"Atobe Sousuke, although not well-known before, is the most popular and hottest fighter in this King of Fighters tournament. He once fought and sparred with Julius, the top superhuman fighter known as 'Tiger,' in the preliminaries and gained the upper hand. I wonder if he can continue his legendary journey this time!"

The host, who had already retreated to the sidelines, kept talking excitedly and enthusiastically.

Inside the arena, the two opponents, ten meters apart, remained as calm as still water.

Sousuke smiled and looked directly at Gaolang, whose resolute face and slightly droopy eyes, like his own, gave him a somewhat cold appearance.

The next moment, he silently raised one hand and assumed a boxing stance.

Seeing this, Gaolang remained silent and also silently assumed a boxing stance with his hands in front and behind him.

Bend your left hand forward and back, and raise your right hand to the side of your face.

Above the arena, the host's excited voice echoed loudly!

"So—the King of Fighters tournament with no rules! No protective gear! No weight class difference, the ninth match of the first round—"

"Gaorang VS Atobe Sousuke!"

"Now, begin!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Sosuke and Gaolang's figures instantly turned into afterimages.

They instantly rushed to a distance where both sides could launch an attack.

Immediately afterward, Sosuke was about to make a move.

The next second, Gaolang's left hand, positioned in front, instantly became a blur.

shhhhhh!

Three lightning-fast jabs landed in quick succession on Atobe Sousuke's left hand, which was blocking his way!

"It's here!"

"Mr. Gaolang's signature blitzkrieg!"

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Chapter 343 Fast Fist Against Fast Fist

The jab is widely recognized as the fastest punch in boxing.

Just as Gaolang's jab was called out by the host.

His offensive was just the beginning.

The opening three rapid punches were just an appetizer.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh—"

Accompanied by a whistling sound as the air was being torn apart.

The next moment, in the audience's view, Gaolang's left arm seemed to have completely disappeared, turning into endless afterimages.