I teach judo in Tokyo.

This is the true face of the old butler who protected the Yotsuba family and dominated Tokyo decades ago—the Fist Demon!

The old butler's eyes gleamed with an astonishing light, like flames.

Faced with such a demonic fist, Atobe Sousuke finally revealed a rampant, wolf-like smile.

"Exactly what I want!"

Having said that, Sosuke shifted to a side stance, his right fist poised behind him, and his left hand raised in front of his face, assuming a ready-to-explode posture.

The old butler's lips curled slightly when he saw Sosuke's response.

The next second, without him making any move, he appeared in front of Sousuke as if he had flashed!

"Heaven and Earth Overlord Fist!"

With a loud shout, the old butler unleashed a powerful punch from his waist!

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Chapter 390 Schemes Against the Celestials

Despite its imposing name, "Heaven and Earth Overlord Fist".

But the old butler's punch was a perfect, flawless karate strike.

However, this punch was the move he had performed the most times day and night throughout his decades of karate training.

He calibrated his boxing stance countless times and revised his power generation methods countless times.

It's the perfect punch for him, a one-hit kill.

It is a fist technique that returns to simplicity and authenticity.

The process from the moment the punch was thrown to its impact was almost imperceptible, like a time jump.

It struck Atobe Sousuke's arm, which was raised in front of him, in an instant.

And at the instant the fist struck Sosuke's arm.

The old butler unleashed all his strength in an instant, like a volcanic eruption, spraying it all out towards Sosuke without missing a single drop.

"boom!"

With a single punch, Sousuke's entire body trembled violently.

The shattered floor mat material flew up, creating a cyclone like a sandstorm.

The ground beneath his feet suddenly exploded, with numerous cracks spreading outwards in a trumpet-shaped pattern.

However, Sosuke remained firmly in place.

Unmoved!

Sebastian's pupils trembled.

The next instant, Sousuke stepped into a lunge position, stretching his entire body to its maximum extent.

The right fist, held behind his back, suddenly blasted out with overwhelming force!

This strike was also a straight punch.

A perfect super straight punch.

SSR Hand-to-Hand Skill - Roman Short Sword!

A punch landed heavily on the left arm of the old butler who had rushed back to defend.

The old butler was blasted nearly ten meters away, and after landing, he staggered back several steps before barely managing to regain his footing.

His left hand hung limply down, completely unable to be raised.

Looking down, a red, swollen, and obvious fist mark was visible on his arm where Sosuke had landed a heavy punch.

Just like the mark left when he punched Sousuke in the arm back then.

The old butler sighed, looking up at Sousuke who had regained his fighting stance: "If you hadn't held back with that punch, I'm afraid I would have been... well, you know..."

Sosuke chuckled and pushed up his sunglasses: "Grandpa, you are my elder, how could I do such a thing?"

However, the old butler was right.

In the final moments, he used his exceptional control to transform what was originally a heavy, explosive punch into a propulsive force.

Otherwise, given the nature of the "Roman dagger's" punching power, it wouldn't be necessary to send someone flying that far.

One punch was enough to render the old butler unable to stand.

"However, I still want to thank the old man for sparring with me. After this battle, I have found the right path for myself."

Sosuke stroked his chin. The battle just now, after controlling his own strength, was a true master like the old butler who had honed his skills in countless battles.

Under the opponent's ingenious "first-come-first-served" tactical suppression, he, like a divine weapon honed on a whetstone, found his most suitable way of fighting.

He realized that he was able to perfectly utilize his skills solely through insight and instinct.

From then on, his inflated level, which had been steadily rising but had never had time to replenish his combat experience, would greatly reduce his disadvantage in terms of experience.

Seeing Sosuke's grinning face, the old butler shook his head helplessly.

"Sousuke, you've gone too far. I can end the match now. If it weren't for our agreement, I would have withdrawn after the first round."

Then, he turned and left the field with a nonchalant air.

The host reacted quickly and immediately announced Atobe Sousuke's victory.

Off the field, Yotsuba Saki watched the old butler leave the field and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

With her exceptional eyesight, she could naturally tell that the two were not fighting to the death like other people.

The old butler's arm wounds, just like those on Sosuke's arm after the attack, were only slightly red and swollen.

This is already the best possible outcome.

......

Outside the Tokyo Dome, on the top floor of the building where the Yagi clan resides.

Goenitz looked down at the Tokyo Dome, holding a tablet device that was broadcasting the event live.

His brow furrowed slightly: "If this intensity of fighting continues, it's very likely that these four battles won't be enough..."

The intense willpower accumulated during the first match between Dio and K', due to the fierce battle, showed signs of decline in the second match between Atobe Sousuke and Sebastian, as both sides restrained their power.

If the same thing happens in the third and fourth battles, it will be a bit troublesome.

So he picked up his phone and dialed Luke's private number.

The call was answered quickly.

Luca's sneer rang out: "Goenitz, what trouble do you have now?"

Goenitz didn't care about the sarcasm implied in the other party's words, and simply said, "Based on the current progress, the blood battle level of the high-level powerhouses is not high enough, which may lead to the failure of the ritual."

Luke's tone changed, and he snorted coldly, questioning with dissatisfaction, "Goenitz, this is not something to joke about."

He immediately followed up with, "Now, what are your suggestions?"

Goenitz paused for a moment, then said, "Find a way to create at least three more high-stakes battles of equal strength in that stadium."

Luca's voice was icy: "You know, with the monster Furinji Tenjin guarding the arena, there are probably very few people in this world who can cause trouble under his nose."

"If you and I work together, we can hold him off for more than ten minutes."

Goenitz's voice was calm: "In fact, if we had helpers of equal caliber to us, we might even be able to—kill him!"

"Oh? Are you telling the truth?"

Before Luke could speak, a magnetic voice with an eerie charm slowly rang out from not far away.

Goenitz raised an eyebrow and turned around to look with his companions.

Three tall, strong men, shrouded in cloaks and wearing stone masks, had somehow appeared in the shadows beneath the watchtower.

He exuded a tangible black aura and silently met their gaze.

"Who goes there!"

Goenitz didn't speak, but the boy next to him, Chris, frowned and questioned him first.

“I am Kars, the leader of the Dark Clan.”

The masked man standing in the middle spoke calmly.

The voice just fell.

Goenitz's expression changed slightly, but he quickly regained his gentle demeanor: "The Dark Clan... I didn't expect you to travel all the way from Rome to Tokyo."

The masked man named Kaz continued, "Huff huff huff... After all, the King of Fighters tournament, which suddenly went from being held in the shadows to being held in the open, must have a special purpose hidden behind it..."

Then, he changed his tone: "Now that I have the opportunity to see the Yamata clan, I am even more certain that coming to watch the show was the right thing to do."

"You are here to guide the 'Great Era,' aren't you?"

"If it's true, then..."

"Even if it means going to kill the Celestial of Furinji..."

"We, the Dark Clan, also have an inescapable duty."

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Chapter 391 Explosion

Just as the two groups of high-ranking warriors from the two berserker races met and plotted together.

Their target was currently standing quietly with his arms crossed in the observation room of the Tokyo Dome, closely watching the situation on the field.

Fenglin Temple Celestial was silently contemplating.

Just now, he suddenly felt a strange palpitation.

A martial artist who has reached his level.

It's not just that he's physically incredibly strong.

Their mental and physical will had long been cultivated to a state of perfect clarity and understanding.

Fenglinji Tenjin always had a strange premonition about what he was about to face, especially about "danger".

It had been many years since he had experienced a situation that gave him a sense of foreboding, like a heart palpitation.

He couldn't help but recall how Atobe Sousuke had seemed quite certain that his opponent would make some big moves in this round of the competition.

Could it be that what Sousuke said is really true...?

Thinking of this, Fenglin Temple Tenjin picked up the walkie-talkie and began issuing instructions to the various guard leaders: "From now until the end of the competition, everyone must be on high alert, shifts are canceled, and everyone must be mobilized for saturation patrols."

After issuing the instructions, he paused for a moment, then walked to the side and opened the large backpack he was carrying.

Then he took out the items and began to put them on one by one.

Gauntlets and leg armor made of Orichalcos steel.

He moved his hands and feet around and got used to his new hand and foot equipment again.

A smile appeared on his face.

With these four pieces of equipment, Furinji Tenjin is confident in facing all enemies in this world—even if the opponent is wielding a blade or other weapon.

"Old buddies, it's been a long time since we fought side by side. I kind of miss it..."

The celestial being of Fenglin Temple murmured to himself.

If anyone dares to cause trouble right under his nose.

So let them relive it—

The true strength of Furinji Tenjin, one of the world's top martial artists!

......

At this pivotal moment in history.

On the field of the competition.