I am the king of fighting!

Chapter 278 Participation of all parties
Taekwondo Association, Seoul, South Korea.

"Jin! Cheer up!"

The burly man with black and white hair clenched his fists and shouted loudly.

In the field, Jin Jiafan was fighting with a white-haired man wearing a blue and white Taekwondo uniform. Most of the many students watching could only see countless shadows of punches and kicks.

"Hey~"

The white-haired man jumped in the air, and suddenly his figure flashed, accompanied by a sharp hissing sound in the air, and the unprepared Jin Jiafan was kicked away.

"Mr. Jin, it looks like you've failed again." He smiled gently, using very polite words.

After a while, Jin Jiafan got up from the ground. He did not look at his opponent, but said to the strong man on the sidelines: "Master, I am a little confused."

"Why can't we support Kagura Miko?"

He has always been troubled by an inexplicable sense of justice. Ever since he met the girl who was running around to save the world, he has been following and guarding the Kagura Miko until -

Just caught by the master.

"Mr. Jin, do you think you can beat me?" the white-haired man interrupted.

"Quanxun, I don't have time to argue with you." Jin Jiafan really disliked his fellow apprentice. It was not a simple problem of concepts between them. With Honghu, it was a problem of concepts as he was willing to lend a helping hand at the critical moment. With Quanxun, they simply disliked each other.

He considers himself righteous and hates Jeon Hoon who always talks about the honor of Korea and the dignity of the Korean people.

With his arms crossed over his chest, Gangyi smiled helplessly and said, "If you can't even defeat Quan Xun and me, don't even think about taking care of the Orochi clan." He tore open his white shirt, revealing his chest covered with scars. It looked as if the wounds were torn directly by a meat grinder.

"Three years ago, I was in Australia and fought Storm Goenitz from the Eight Great Orochis."

"This is what he left behind." He pointed to his chest, "If I wasn't lucky, you wouldn't be able to see me now."

Jin Jiafan was silent.

"Work hard to become stronger. I will participate in this King of Fighters competition with you." Gangyi opened his eyes wide and said in a deep voice: "If you fail, I will arrange the next passionate training for us!"

"Or... it's not necessary..." Jin Jiafan's face lost all color, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he raised his voice desperately and said, "Master, Master, I think we will definitely achieve a good result!"

"Yes!" Quan Xun was also sweating profusely, and quickly echoed his opponent: "Thank you for your hard work, Master!"

He narrowed his eyes, looked at the two disciples suspiciously, bumped his palms and fists together, and said in a hostile tone: "Since you are so confident, then join hands and spar with me."

"If you fail, how about a little training since we still have three days before departure?"

Jin Jiafan and Quan Xun looked at each other, their fighting spirit rekindled, and they rushed towards their master from the left and right.

"Drink!"
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The rebuilt Royal Palace in Bangkok, Thailand.

"You want me to team up with him?!" Victor Sagat was wearing a blindfold, and the words he uttered were almost squeezed out one by one. The veins on his bald head kept throbbing, and it seemed that he would ignore the officials in front of him in the next second and rush up to fight life and death with the blue-skinned man opposite.

"Heh~" Seth chuckled, his eyes full of indifference. If the territory he occupied had not received any quota and had to borrow Thailand's quota, how could he team up with a loser.

He originally thought that his strength combined with the final machine would allow him to occupy a place in this world, and in times of chaos he would have a chance to covet the position of world hegemon.

Who would have thought that the world changed so quickly. First, Lin Xi and Lugar showed their inhuman and terrifying power, then a nuclear war broke out, and another powerful organization hidden behind the scenes, Nest, jumped out.

Then, pores and mystics emerged, and the strength of many fighters doubled in a few days. In a short period of time, the name "Final Machine" became a complete joke. It was simply a typical case of the first level BOSS in a horizontal scrolling game turning into a monster in the later stage.

Even he, with his highly modified body, felt terrified when looking at the fighters who have emerged in the fighting competitions in recent years.

The pore is a very powerful thing, but it has little to do with him. In order to match the black hole effect device, most of his body has been mechanized, turning him into a cyborg who can continue to live a cool life by simply replacing a spare body even if his physical body dies.

No matter how non-selective the stoma is, and no matter how simple the stoma reconstruction surgery is, it is still based on the human body. He has almost removed all the nerves, so how can he modify the fart?

So after hearing that Lin Xi was the specially invited fighter for this session, Seth decided to get a ticket to the competition even if it cost him some money, so that he could collect the fighting data of the strong fighters and strengthen himself.

There is no other way. If he doesn't collect data on current fighters, he might really fall behind.

Having offended so many people, if one day he could no longer maintain his strength, I'm afraid...

"Mr. Sagat..." The official responsible for conveying the King of Thailand's orders was sweating profusely, and repeatedly advised Sagat to consider the overall situation.

"Dong~" The door was suddenly pushed open, and a dark purple figure appeared in the room.

"I'm not late."

Han Zhuli held a lollipop in her mouth. Her hairstyle, outfit, and temperament seemed to be no different from a few years ago. She said in a playful tone, "What? Haven't you convinced this little tiger yet?"

"Crack" the floor tiles under Sagat's feet cracked.

"Swish~" The fist wrapped in bandages was swung in the air, and a terrifying whirlwind crushed everything in front of the fist. The walls and windows were shattered in an instant, and countless messy wastes fell in the yard with a crackling sound.

Seth was floating in the air. He had just used yoga teleportation to dodge a punch that was enough to break his current body. He looked expressionlessly at Sagat who was stopped in place by Han Zhuli, his heart full of fear.

The waste who was not qualified to face him directly before, after several years of practice, mastered the air holes and secret techniques, and could actually threaten him.

[Is... mechanization really the wrong path? ]

Han Zhuli tilted her head, and placed her fingerless-gloved hands on her oversized fists. She said to the stunned official in a joking tone, "Hey, it's your turn."

"Mr. Sagat, this is the order of the King of Thailand. Everything is for the country!" The official shuddered and shouted loudly.

Victor Sagat laughed in anger. Their countless fighters fought desperately, and their former disciples sacrificed their lives to recover the land. Now they have to cooperate with the enemy whose hands are stained with countless blood...

"Okay, okay." He agreed. Let's participate in the King of Boxing Tournament together, right? Then after the King of Boxing Tournament - I will make you pay for your blood debt with blood!
Seth did not show any emotion. Although Sagat was not weak now, he had obvious shortcomings and could not pose any threat to him at all. Instead, it was the traitor...

Han Zhuli!
This woman is the real trouble. Not long ago, she broke into his lair alone and destroyed more than fifty final machines, forcing him to take out his treasured big killer and threaten to die together. However, he was still forced to team up with the other party to participate in the King of Fighters tournament.

Shame.

The atmosphere in the ruins gradually became strange. The fighters in charge of the garrison arrived one by one. The officials who had been shrinking like quails suddenly straightened their backs and said, "Three..."

Seth fell to the ground, Sagat lowered his eyelids, and Han Zhuli looked at the three people, including herself, who had their own ulterior motives, and laughed strangely.

Lin Xi, here I come.
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Brasilia International Airport, Brazil.

"Reporting to the instructor, Corporal Lianna Hardiran is in position." The blue-haired girl in military uniform saluted.

Hadilan stood opposite and saluted in return. He looked at his adopted daughter for a long time, forced a smile on his stiff face, and said in a gentle tone: "Liana, this is your first time to participate in an international mission. I hope you can follow orders and obey commands."

"Yes." Lianna answered concisely, pursed her lips and looked serious.

"Oh my~" Ralph held the back of his head with both hands and complained, "Instructor, why don't you come with us on such an important mission?"

"I have other things to do. As for Japan..." Hardiran frowned. He has been keeping an eye on Japan for the past two years. Once he finds that the barrier mentioned by the Kagura priestess shows signs of being lifted, he will enter Japan for the first time to conduct investigation without hesitation.

The reason why he asked his two subordinates and his adopted daughter to team up to participate in this year's King of Fighters tournament was because he noticed that something seemed to be wrong with his old friend Ling, and the source of all this was the meeting with Yinchao more than a year ago.

His intuition told him that Nest Sound was not a good organization. With such powerful technological capabilities, it actually hid quietly until the outbreak of a nuclear war and then suddenly jumped out.

He didn't hesitate to speculate the worst about Nest Sound, especially since Nest Sound was suddenly going to join the King of Fighters Tournament this year, plus some other unusual moves...

"Take good care of Lianna." Hadilan put away his trivial thoughts, patted Ralph's shoulder, and said, "If there are any changes that cannot be handled, you can ask Lin Xi for help. I believe he can solve it."

"Don't worry, instructor." Ralph patted his partner Clark's shoulder cheerfully, "We are here to make sure little Liana comes back safe and sound."

Clark hit back without saying a word. Hadilan coughed to stop the two from playing around, then said seriously: "Then, everything is up to you." He saluted the three of them.

"Yes!" X3
Lianna followed the two officers to the boarding gate, and couldn't help but feel a little curious about Lin Xi, whom the instructor had talked about many times.

[What kind of person is this man who is said to be the most likely strongest fighter? ]
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On the Siberian plains, in the forest, in an uninhabited place, a wooden house stands in an open space.

"Thumbs up~"

The sound of a helicopter was heard in the sky, and soon two figures, one fat and one thin, fell from the sky.

"Bang!" The sound of the fat man falling to the ground seemed to shake the ground.

After a "creaking" sound, the door of the wooden house opened, and Zangief, who was wearing animal skins, walked out. Seeing the two people standing not far away, he looked a little surprised and asked, "Honda, Master Dhalsim, what are you doing here?"

"Swoosh~Pa" He caught the white envelope thrown by Honda and was stunned.

"Would you like to participate in this King of Fighters tournament?" Honda invited. "Represent Russia."

When the war broke out, he and Lao Sang were practicing hard on the Siberian plains. They were unable to return to Japan immediately. While they were waiting, Japan had been completely blockaded. Dhalsim blocked his way and told him that an unprecedentedly powerful evil aura was entrenched in Japan, and the barrier formed by the blood of the Kagura priestess prevented anyone from entering or leaving.

After learning what had happened from Kagura Chizuru, he traveled around the world practicing, waiting for the day to return to Japan.

Zangief tightly grasped the invitation to the King of Fighters Tournament. After losing the Street Fighter Tournament in South Korea and encountering a coup in his country, he was exiled once again. Now -

The country needs him out again.

Dhalsim stood aside with a look of sorrow on his face, his mind mixed with thoughts. He had failed to rescue Long before, which had caused a disaster and led to the appearance of the giant snake Long. In order to make up for his mistake, he had wanted to guard the border of Japan, waiting for the barrier to be lifted, and then go in to use his lifelong practice to see if he could awaken the goodness in Long's body.

However, a mysterious voice called him, hoping that he could go to the United States to participate in this King of Boxing Tournament...
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South Town, Central City, Chinatown, Chinese Medicine Clinic.

"Long time no see, Lao Li." Zhen Yuanzhai laughed and hugged Li Bailong.

After Li Bailong let go of his hand, he looked at the pretty girl standing next to him and the naive, sleepy boy, and said with a smile: "Would you like to introduce these two to me?"

"My disciples are Athena Asamiya and Kensou Shii." Zhen Yuansai knocked on his disciple's head and scolded him, "You haven't met Uncle Li yet."

"Yes, Uncle Master, Uncle Master." Li Bailong took out two porcelain bottles from his arms and said with a smile, "This is a gift from Uncle Master to you."

"Bah, it's my uncle-master!" Zhen Yuanzhai no longer looked like he had just met an old friend. His eyebrows raised, revealing his eyes full of drunkenness.

He received guidance from Senior Li Yuechong when he was young, but that doesn't mean he has to be a junior!

"Uncle!"

"Uncle Master!"

The two old men, who were almost 200 years old in total, started arguing with each other. The three words "old children" were the most accurate to describe them.

Kensho Shii remained silent, while Athena Asamiya nudged him with her elbow and said crisply, "Grandpa Li~"

"Grandpa Li, Grandpa Li..." Kenshou Shii called out weakly.

"Hey!" Li Bailong nodded, and stuffed the two porcelain bottles to Asamiya Athena, and said contentedly: "How come you have time to come and see me, old man?"

Zhen Yuanzhai stroked his beard. He hadn't seen him for many years, and his beloved disciple came out to smooth things over. He decided to turn a blind eye to the argument just now, and said in a calm tone:

"Yes, it is the King of Boxing Tournament."

(End of this chapter)