I teach judo in Tokyo.

When the main course arrived, the entire audience erupted in thunderous cheers.

Sosuke sat in his seat, slightly pushed up the round sunglasses on his nose, and showed interest in his azure eyes.

The two people in the center of the arena had their panels clearly displayed in their minds under his invincible system detection.

First is K', whose identity is not ordinary. He is a top combatant who defected from the World Serpent organization and is a cyborg who was experimentally modified by the organization.

It must have been with the help of this modification that this guy possessed a powerful fighting technique called "My Style" that was completely out of character for his age, reaching a level of "54".

It's even a level higher than Wesker, whom Sosuke killed.

Judging from his state of mind, it's clear that this man's true purpose in participating in this competition is to investigate what conspiracy the Ring Serpent is plotting, and he intends to create obstacles for the Ring Serpent no matter what.

To put it bluntly, K' views the Ring Serpent as his mortal enemy.

On the other side, the arrogant "Dior" was certainly no ordinary person either.

【Dark Familia: Dio Brando】

Age: 23 (?) years old

[Possesses entry 1: Ultimate Life Form - Inferior]

[Possesses entry 2: World (Dead)]

[Possesses protective abilities: My Style 58]

[Current Status: Wow... That was so exhilarating... This magnificent scene...]

The name is preceded by a strange "XXX clan" format.

He displayed strength and speed beyond that of ordinary superhumans during the battle.

Sousuke had already seen this guy before; he was very likely a "madman".

Moreover, he's a guy with a fighting skill level of "58", even two levels higher than the old butler.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, Dio should be the victor.

Sosuke made his initial assessment.

In the field.

Dior and K' stood ten meters apart, gazing at each other across the distance.

Dio revealed a wicked smile, staring at his opponent who had coldly assumed a fighting stance: "K, I've been observing you for a long time. You must be the modified warrior who defected from the Serpent of the Rings back then. How dare you show your face here? Aren't you afraid of being captured?"

K', whose expression had been cold, straightened up slightly upon hearing Dio's words, and then coldly retorted, "Knowing about this, it seems you're not a lone wolf, but rather someone who colludes with the Serpent of the Rings?"

Dior let out a "kuku" laugh, his voice deep and magnetic: "Let's consider it a little cooperation with them."

Just after he confirmed the fact that he was cooperating with the Ring Serpent.

K's calm demeanor on the other side immediately underwent a dramatic change.

A fierce, predatory aura, like that of a wild beast, surged toward Dio.

K pushed up his sunglasses, adopting a more aggressive stance.

At the same time, the host's announcement of the start of the competition echoed throughout the venue.

The next instant, K' rushed out at lightning speed and launched a fierce flying kick at Dio.

......

During the fierce battle of the first match.

Outside the Tokyo Dome, on another high-rise building, a tall, imposing man stands calmly overlooking the massive stadium from the rooftop wall.

Then, speaking in a deep voice into the phone he held to his ear, he said, "Zero, the match has started. I'm standing guard outside the arena. If anything goes wrong, I'll work with Vega inside to control the situation."

In the underground base in Antarctica, at the high-level conference table of the World Serpent, several Grand-ranked powerhouses and the leader who kept a black lion as a pet silently watched the King of Fighters tournament live online.

Upon hearing Rao's words, Zero, the master of the Black Lion, nodded slightly: "I have already arranged for a large number of lower-ranking combat personnel to infiltrate Japan. They have now arrived in Tokyo from various places and will provide you with support as needed based on your operations."

Rao continued to gaze at the Tokyo Dome: "Understood. However, with so many powerful individuals gathered here, lower-level combat personnel probably won't be of much use."

Zero: "As long as it can play a small role and increase our chances of success, it's worth it."

"OK, OK," Rao replied casually, then ended the call.

His eyes, gazing at the Tokyo Dome, revealed a look of anticipation.

He muttered to himself.

"I never expected that such a small competition would have so many variables. I should have taken over Vega's job."

"If there really is a major event, let it happen quickly."

"My fists, Rao's, are already itching to unleash their power!"

......

When the circumnavigating serpent was planning its scheme.

Inside the building rented by the Luca Group.

A black luxury limousine sped out of the basement.

Luca leaned back in the back seat with a relaxed yet domineering posture, next to his son Adilhead.

“Father, the competition has started.” Adilhead said to Luca, looking at the tablet in his hand.

"Hmm... no rush. If it's not a life-or-death struggle, battles between top experts usually last a long time. With the rest time in between, it will be enough for me to get to the scene."

Luke's voice was deep and commanding.

Adilheid hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help asking, "Father, have the collaborators you mentioned before been put in place?"

Luke glanced at his son, then chuckled, "They're already in place and have made all the necessary arrangements beforehand."

Adilhead was taken aback: "It's already all arranged? I've been in charge of the entire competition, how come I didn't know...?"

Luca's voice was deep: "Son, you still don't understand the mysteries of this world enough. The arrangements made by the Yamata clan are not things that normal people can understand."

“The Yamata clan…” Adilhead silently repeated the key words from Luke’s words.

Then, he asked hesitantly, "What do these people plan to do?"

Luke gave Adilheid a deep look, patted him on the shoulder, and said nothing.

Adilheid, my son, you were too kind; you didn't need to know what would happen next.

A cruel smile curled at the corners of his mouth.

What happens next will terrify people all over the world.

......

"Oh!"

A powerful sweeping kick landed.

K' was sent flying backward like a cannonball by the terrifying force, and then crashed into the metal wall next to Atobe Sousuke's seat.

With his violent impact, the metal wall was even dented and deformed.

K coughed up blood, and the arm he had used to shield his face hung limply.

He fell off the wall and lost consciousness immediately.

Dio, who had created such a terrifying attack, slowly walked to Atobe Sousuke's seat, ignoring his opponent who had fallen to the ground and was no longer capable of fighting.

His eyes were fixed intently on Atobe Sousuke, a strong interest shining through them.

He smiled and said, "Sousuke Atobe, if you can defeat that old man, the next battle will be between the two of us."

"I heard from the Serpent of the Rings that you're a monster comparable to a Berserker..."

“And I…” Dio revealed a wild smile, “I am the ‘ultimate life form.’ Monsters are no match for me.”

Sosuke responded to the other party's provocation with only a faint smile.

"It's just a 'inferior product,' yet it has the nerve to be so smug."

"you!?"

Upon hearing Sosuke utter the words "inferior product," Dio's expression froze, and his eyes widened suddenly.

Sosuke pushed up his sunglasses and stopped talking.

***

Chapter 389 Fist Demon

Under Atobe Sousuke's deep gaze, Dio frowned and turned to leave.

He quickly returned to his seat, somewhat bewildered by the information revealed in Sosuke's words.

How did this guy know he was a "substandard product"?

The thought of the word "inferior product" darkened Dior's eyes.

Although he himself hates the word.

But compared to the legendary "Clan of Darkness," he was indeed just a "familiar" bestowed by bloodline...

However... even a low-grade ultimate life form is still an ultimate life form...

Use "that" thing only when necessary.

As he thought about it, he touched the red gem hanging on his chest.

At that moment, a medical worker quickly ran over and pointed to his tattered clothes and wounds, asking if he needed treatment.

These injuries are the result of K's attacks on him.

After all, although Dio was extremely strong, his opponent was no pushover either, and it was simply a pipe dream to defeat him without taking any damage.

Dior waved his hand, refusing the medical staff's offer.

His body is very special, and he doesn't want others to obtain his physical data under the guise of treatment unless absolutely necessary.

After the match, just find some unlucky guys to suck your blood.

......

Atobe Sousuke watched Dio's changing expression and a smile of interest curled at the corner of his mouth.

So that's how it is. Besides Gadell from the Yamata no Orochi clan, there's another group hunting down superhumans in Tokyo called the "Dark Clan"...

However, during the event, this Dior, like everyone else, was kept under the supervision of the Fenglin Temple Celestials in the event hotel and could not go out at will.

So this isn't the guy hunting humans.

Rather, it was his companion.

Let's settle things after the game, when we have the chance.

After a short break and some warm-up activities.

With the host's scream once again, the second match of the day officially began.

Atobe Sousuke VS Sebastian.

Sousuke composed himself and looked towards the other side of the arena, where the old butler was also silently watching him.

Their eyes met, and they both smiled.

The old man has finally gotten a chance to compete again.

With that thought in mind, amidst the enthusiastic cheers of the audience, Sousuke stood up from his seat and walked step by step to the center of the arena.

Sebastian, like him, straightened his clothes slightly and calmly walked to the center of the field together.

Sosuke silently watched the old butler. After many days, he was once again facing the old butler in a confrontation.

Today, the old butler, just like the one he had his first sparring session with, was dressed in a well-fitting suit, his hair and beard were neatly styled, and he exuded a refined and composed demeanor.

It's worth mentioning that although the old butler is over sixty years old, he is surprisingly popular.

This refined, "butler-like" man seems to unexpectedly appeal to many people.

Furthermore, in his previous battles, he always emerged victorious with remarkable composure, seemingly anticipating his opponent's moves, which further solidified the audience's recognition of his strength.

The extremely high level of recognition can be seen from the continuous surge in support points between the two sides after they entered the game.