I teach judo in Tokyo.

Weiss glanced at Madara and said meaningfully, "Unless someone tells him beforehand not to get involved in this mess..."

Upon hearing Vice's words, Mature gracefully tossed her hair, then looked back at Vice with equally meaningful eyes: "Oh? Is someone reminding me? To save this little one's life?"

She reached out and gently stroked Weiss's wheat-colored thigh, chuckling, "Looks like you're a hypocrite too. If you wanted to remind him, why didn't you do it yourself?"

Weiss chuckled and said, "I wonder who's being stubborn."

She then changed the subject, pointed upstairs with her little finger, and then typed a message on her phone, gesturing for Mai Zhuo to look.

Vice: The three Heavenly Kings have been up there all night.

Mai Zhuo glanced at her phone, a "subordinate" smile appearing on her face, before lowering her head to type.

Mature: I saw yesterday that they brought that thing back, so the success rate this time is really high.

Vice: The Spirit Abode, a secret treasure of our clan, whose power remains unknown.

Mature: Not much, otherwise I would definitely have called both of us to go up with me...

Vice: There's nothing we can do; we're just there to make up the numbers among the eight princes.

Mature: Come on, watch your words.

The two exchanged a glance and simultaneously gave each other self-deprecating smiles.

Then, they tacitly agreed to delete the chat history on their phones together.

The so-called Eight Kings are essentially just the "Four Heavenly Kings" and "others".

And on the second floor.

Goenitz, Shermi, and Chris were sitting quietly around a table.

On the table sits a shrine carved from jade.

The shrine has a simple and elegant shape, yet it exudes a wondrous and ancient aura due to the mysterious patterns covering its surface.

It's like an ancient artifact that has existed for tens of thousands of years.

And it has indeed existed for tens of thousands of years.

The three people gazed silently at the shrine.

After a long silence, Sharmie asked softly, "Should we call them both to come along?"

She paused, then said hesitantly, "After all, we're missing 'Earth' this time, so we're probably a bit short-handed."

Goenitz shook his head: "Even if they possess 'Power,' it's difficult for them to reach the strength of 'Earth,' and this time..."

His gaze was deep: "This time, they got together with that Atobe Sousuke. Although I believe the Yamata clan would never have any disloyalty to my lord, having feelings for an opponent will ultimately lead to a lack of purity of will."

"Perhaps we should reserve our strength for future use..."

As he spoke, Goenitz reached into the shrine and grabbed the eight crystal-clear, emerald-green magatama enshrined inside.

Then, he gave two magatama to Chris: "Chris, you haven't been awakened for long, and your ability to withstand power is limited. This time, you take two."

Chris smiled and accepted the two magatama.

Then Goenitz turned to Sharmi: "Sharmi, you take three. This time, let the world witness your wild and unrestrained lightning power."

Sharmi smiled as well and calmly accepted the magatama.

Goenitz kept the last three magatama for himself.

Then he revealed an elegant smile: "Although the power accumulated in the Spirit Abode is only one-tenth of what it used to be, it is still enough for us to unleash the full power of the Yamata clan."

"Tomorrow, with this long-lost power, we will welcome the coming of our Lord."

......

Meanwhile, inside the hotel, Sosuke had just completed another round of spiritual training.

The phone on the table lit up slightly.

He picked up his phone and saw a message from someone he hadn't heard from in a long time.

Mature: Little man, I have a suggestion. How about you abstain from the competition tomorrow?

Sosuke raised an eyebrow when he saw the message.

Atobe Sousuke: Mature, I don't quite understand what you're saying. As your "good friend," don't you want to see me win the championship?

Mature: Normally, I'd be very happy to see you win, but tomorrow is different...

Sosuke chuckled and didn't dwell on it any longer, simply replying with a faint smile.

"It's alright, no one can stop me from becoming the strongest."

"Even a 'god' is not acceptable."

***

Chapter 387 The Tide Rises

February 1st, Saturday.

Scene at Tokyo Dome.

The highly anticipated fourth round of the King of Fighters tournament – ​​the quarterfinals.

Early in the morning, the stands were already packed with people, with banners everywhere bearing words of support and posters featuring the top eight contestants.

Inside the stadium, multiple drones patrolled back and forth from various angles in the air.

Even before the match started, the entire stadium was filled with exaggerated shouts.

And so, in an atmosphere of frenzied terror.

It was exactly nine o'clock.

At the exact second, the familiar, passionate voice of the host rang out.

"Hello to all the viewers here and around the world who are watching the King of Fighters tournament!"

"The fourth round of the King of Fighters main event, jointly sponsored by Luca Group and other companies, is about to begin. Now, let me introduce the eight fighters who will be presenting the world with the highest level of duels today!"

"First up is the cool and handsome male contestant 'K', with white hair and bronze skin, standing 183 cm tall and weighing 65 kg..."

As the host introduced the contestants, the four screens above the arena continuously switched between displaying the images and information of the eight finalists.

Eight top-tier experts, each with a distinct temperament and physique, are now seated on the edge of the central arena.

Each person sat on a magnificent throne specially designed for them by the Luca Group, which further highlighted their powerful nature, which was completely different from that of ordinary people.

K', dressed in a black motorcycle suit, leather gloves, and sunglasses, sat calmly in his seat, his eyes occasionally peeking out from behind his sunglasses, revealing a wild glint in them.

The male "Dior" is magnificent in appearance, with blond hair and fair skin. He wears a black bodysuit underneath a yellow jacket and trousers, exuding a devilish and unrestrained aura.

The composed and elegant Sebastian always wears a well-tailored suit, even in battle, and his silver-white beard and hair are meticulously styled.

Terry, a handsome blond man wearing a red hat, a white short-sleeved shirt over a red jacket, loose jeans and canvas shoes, has a cheerful expression.

There's also the robust, tall, and composed man, "Maxima".

"Vega," dressed as a soldier, with a sinister expression.

The Valkyrie "Salor," dressed in close-fitting training clothes, possesses a beautiful appearance and an alluring figure.

And then there's the cheerful, refined, and handsome contestant, Atobe Sousuke, who's incredibly popular.

Each time a contestant is introduced, it is met with enthusiastic shouts and applause.

Each of the eight finalists has a large number of supporters, and although there are some differences in popularity, the gap is not significant.

With the competition reaching this round, the remaining eight players have already demonstrated their strength through past battles.

The battles made people all over the world realize just how terrifying the top experts are.

Strength, speed, physique, reaction time, and fighting skills that are exaggerated to an unbelievable degree.

Online experts have already roughly assessed the strength of these powerful fighters by reviewing slow-motion replays of the duels using high-speed cameras.

In short, almost every individual possesses the terrifying ability to single-handedly defeat a modern infantry company, given enough time.

In a complex urban environment, with cover to maneuver and evade danger, these top-tier experts could even single-handedly annihilate a battalion-level unit.

Of course, this does not mean that these powerful individuals have the ability to directly confront firearms or even cannons.

Rather, it means that these top experts, with their superhuman strength and speed, and most importantly, their reaction speed, are able to calmly dodge gunfire and slowly defeat their enemies through attacks and assassinations.

If an ordinary person is targeted by these powerful individuals, they can only pray that they will die a quick and painless death.

Soon, the host finished introducing the eight finalists.

The atmosphere at the scene reached its most enthusiastic level of the day.

......

Offstage, in a small section of the front row of the audience closest to where Sosuke was sitting, sat his family and friends.

Maruko, Saki, Yumi, Motoko, Mei-chan, Sakura, Rin, Ori, and Ai Miyano and Maruko's daughter, Aoi.

The disciples and guests of the Byakuya Dojo lined up excitedly, cheering enthusiastically for Sousuke.

Beside them, Fuka, who had made an appointment with Sosuke, was dressed in sportswear that looked no different from an ordinary person, wearing a baseball cap and a mask, and was sitting quietly in the seat next to them.

His calm gaze wasn't focused on the competition field; instead, he silently scanned the audience and other areas, trying to find someone who stood out.

As a top-tier expert, she naturally possesses a strong ability to identify other strong individuals.

Especially special berserkers like the Yamata clan possess a temperament that is different from that of normal superhumans.

However, since entering the venue, she has not seen any suspected madmen in the audience.

After all, there were more than 45,000 audience members, and they weren't sitting still; they were constantly cheering, shouting, and moving around.

More than 10,000 people with superhuman abilities were interfering with her senses.

Finding a specific person in such an environment is indeed very difficult.

Moreover, the members of the Yamata clan weren't even in the audience.

They haven't even entered the venue yet.

Outside the Tokyo Dome, Goenitz and his six companions stood on the rooftop of a building overlooking the stadium.

It seems to be for some kind of ritualistic purpose.

Today, none of the Yagi clan members are wearing their usual clothes.

Instead, they were all dressed in blue with black shawls, like a priest's uniform, looking like a group of church personnel about to preside over some kind of ceremony.

“What tremendous ‘power of will’…” Goenitz looked down at the Tokyo Dome, and in his perception, the entire stadium was constantly surging with spiritual fluctuations like ocean waves.

These mental fluctuations filled the stadium, then continued to converge and solidify towards several core locations, constantly being compressed and aggregated to form something of higher quality.

The locations of the mental fluctuation collection devices prepared by the Luca Group reveal a certain special pattern.

Like the eye of a formation, it fixes a certain spiritual quality of the entire audience within the Tokyo Dome.

A glint of light flickered in Goenitz's eyes.

His gentle and refined smile betrayed an barely suppressed excitement.

He chuckled and said, "These massive amounts of willpower need to be guided by intense battle scenes to become purer. Let's wait a bit longer and make our move when the time is right."

"To summon my lord, what is needed is an even more chaotic and disorderly bloodbath, and a vast amount of death energy..."

Goenitz took a deep breath and revealed an expression of rapture.

"Never before has such a wonderful situation existed..."

......

Chapter 388 The First Battle

Inside the Tokyo Dome.

With the host's enthusiastic, high-pitched shout, the first match was about to begin.

The two players then slowly walked to the center of the field in this bustling arena.

K'VS Dior