Martial artists can never be ultimately insulted

Martial artists can never be ultimately humiliated. (Author: He Renyin)

Introduction:

We've arrived at the world of Kengan, Baki, Street Fighter, The King of Fighters, and the anime/manga series "One Victory Worth a Thousand Gold".

What came into Yuan Chen's view—

The Demon Spear, Kuroki Gensai, whose fundamentals have reached the pinnacle of perfection.

Gouki, the ultimate fist master, whose killing intent surges and whose fist can annihilate demons and gods.

Yujiro Hanma, the strongest creature on earth, who sees the world as a fighting desert.

A thousand-year-old feud, a spiral of hatred between the three families bound by fate and the divine artifacts.

Vega, who draws power from the negative spiritual energy of humanity, controls the evil Shadow Kingdom.

Overwhelmed with domineering intent, Yuan Chen only wanted them to know that in martial arts, there are also tops and bottoms!

Years later, Yuan Chen, who had reached the pinnacle of martial arts and was hailed as the invincible warrior who had fought a hundred battles, looked back on the past.

I still remember that distant night when Vega, in an effort to destroy my spirit, ordered Cammy, Han Zhuli, and the December Army to engage in a series of fierce battles with me, ultimately humiliating me.

Volume 1: 1. A person named Yuan Chen

Dusk fell low, and only the sound of the wind swirling up scraps of paper remained at the alley entrance.

It's been a month since Yuan Chen came to this world, and he finds it hard to describe his current feelings.

If I remember correctly, I'm playing Street Fighter 6 as the modern-day Zanpakuto against the old man emitting black smoke.

As the old man emitting black smoke suddenly threw two light punches, Yuan Chen also used an astonishing amount of sweat and effort to press CA.

Horse hooves clatter southward, people gaze northward.

As a result, he was not careful and moved too much. He raised his finger along with Lao Sang and used too much force, and it went straight into the switch.

When he came to his senses, he found himself in a corner of the ruins of Kowloon Walled City.

Trapped in the ruins for over a month without a drop of water, will Yuan Chen still be able to get out?

Absolutely! Easily!

A strong will to survive surged within Yuan Chen's heart!

As the raging will to survive propelled Yuan Chen out of the ruins, hunger had become an integral part of his being.

Originally intending to leave this place and find a way to survive, Yuan Chen found that there was a figure on each side of him as soon as he walked through a certain alley.

A man with the appearance of a lion, bulging muscles, and a head of messy red hair dancing wildly like fire in the night wind, looked like a demon.

A man with an old face, wearing a purple robe, short in stature, with neatly trimmed gray hair, a long beard, and piercing eyes.

The air was thick with murderous intent, and the will to die was overwhelming!

Having just escaped one danger only to find himself in another, Yuan Chen felt a surge of emotions amidst his bewilderment and despair.

Seeing such powerful fighters battle to the death, even dying for them would be worth it!

As a strange thought stirred within Yuan Chen, the two figures suddenly sprang into action.

With a whooshing afterimage, when the red-haired Asura fell, only a short gurgling sound escaped his throat.

Looking at the man who had lost the ability to resist, the old man did not choose to kill him. Instead, after a brief silence, he turned his gaze to Yuan Chen behind him.

After a moment, the old man smiled and asked, "Do you also want to challenge me?"

Yuan Chen recognized the old man almost immediately—Yuan!

First appeared in Street Fighter I, with a 100% success rate in assassinations, a legendary assassin known as the Invincible Bloodbath Warrior!

She is also one of the few characters who can directly counter Akuma's ultimate technique, "One Instant Thousand Strikes".

Yuan Chen was confident that he had some boxing experience, but... could I fight Yuan?

It feels like you're participating in a campus singing competition, and you finally make it to the finals, only to have your opponent come up wearing golden underwear, yell thunderously, then jump around like a madman, and then stand on the stage motionless for three minutes before releasing 30,000 tons of Conqueror's Haki.

If I actually manage to pull through, I really should go to a temple and pray to get a lightning rod...

But inexplicably...

Yuan Chen felt an intense fighting spirit rising uncontrollably in his heart!

Upon noticing Yuan Chen's imposing presence, a hint of surprise flashed in Yuan's eyes.

But then, due to extreme physical exhaustion, Yuan Chen rolled his eyes and collapsed on the spot.

Having a deep understanding of the human body, Yuan could tell at a glance that the boy's unconsciousness was simply due to extreme weakness. But sensing the will surrounding the boy, Yuan tilted his head in curiosity.

Three years later...

Hong Kong, Kowloon Walled City.

As a marvel of modern civilized society, more than 50,000 people live on this land, which is roughly equivalent to 3.6 football fields.

Although with the progress of the times, this place is no longer the center of the Asian fighting world. It has become much safer with the departure of many international organizations, political forces, large corporations and criminal groups. However, because of what she has been exposed to since childhood, Chun-Li still feels a mix of emotions.

"But speaking of which, Dad, I've only been working here for a few days. Wasn't I supposed to be heading to the Dou Realm? Why do I need to come see Grandpa Yuan first?"

Wearing a classic Chinese bun hairstyle, tall and energetic, dressed in a tight-fitting training outfit, Chun-Li cautiously surveyed her surroundings while looking helplessly at her father beside her—

A middle-aged man who is 1.82 meters tall, weighs 89 kilograms, and is covered in muscles, who is over 40 years old but has no signs of old age.

“It’s different, Chun-Li.” Subaru shook his head, speaking calmly:

"This place is, after all, the old underworld. Interpol is still a newly established organization, and it's not as good as the underworld figures here in terms of intelligence."

Hearing her father's words, Chunli's face showed a hint of helplessness, but she still obediently followed her father to a hotel.

The hotel is located in the heart of Kowloon, with the three large characters "Yuan Han Ting" on its facade. The facade is decorated in a classic and elegant style, with the architectural features of the Han and Tang dynasties.

It's fair to say that the business is doing very well, both in terms of location and storefront.

However, it was already 3 p.m., the peak dining period had passed, and the staff had already gone home, so there were hardly any people in the lobby.

"Is anyone there?" Chunli asked loudly.

"Huh? Is anyone still here at this hour? Coming, coming!"

Accompanied by a young girl's voice, a young waitress who looked to be about the same age as Chun-Li, wearing a red, form-fitting cheongsam, quickly ran out.

"I'm sorry, gentlemen, Yuan Hanting Hotel's lunchtime opening hours have already ended!"

Upon hearing the girl's words, Chun-Li and Tong-Ang didn't pay any attention. They simply looked at the girl and said, "We have an appointment with Master Yuan."

"You have a reservation?"

Upon hearing this, the girl blinked, then skipped over to the counter. After examining the documents for a moment, she nodded in understanding.

"Are you Mr. Huang Tongang and Ms. Chunli? Please wait a moment, Master Yuan has gone out for a field trip and should be back in a while."

"I see." Tong Ang nodded in understanding upon hearing the girl's reply, but just then, a gurgling sound suddenly came from the side.

Looking in the direction of the voice, Chun-Li scratched her head awkwardly and said, "We sat on a plane for five hours and didn't eat anything the whole way..."

"Oh, oh!" Seeing this, the waiter nodded and then said:

"That's perfect! I was just about to eat too. Let's eat together. Yuan Chen is cooking in the kitchen!"

"Is it convenient?" Tong Ang asked.

"If you're Master Yuan's guest, there's no problem!" After saying that, the waiter paused and said somewhat apologetically, "It's just that Yuan Chen's personality is a bit eccentric, and he likes to say strange things, so please bear with him."

"Strange personality, strange talk?" Upon hearing this, Tong Ang was slightly taken aback. He felt that he had heard the name Yuan Chen somewhere before, but he couldn't remember where. So he followed the waiter to the restaurant's kitchen.

In the empty kitchen, a young man about 1.85 meters tall stood beside the stove engulfed in flames. Although he was just cooking, even from his back, one could tell that he didn't seem like a chef, but rather...

A blazing ancient sword sheathed?

His figure was extremely tall, with a straight back, and the small space of the kitchen seemed to appear low and cramped because of his presence.

Black hair hung down over his forehead, and the light fell from above, making Yuan Chen's face appear as black as ink due to the angle. Only his eyes, deep as an ancient well, were particularly clear, now focused on the faint light reflecting off the stove fire.

His streamlined muscles, like armor covering his body, were not bulging lumps, but rather full, smooth, and firm like pebbles at the bottom of water, presenting a fluid beauty.

With every subtle movement he made, what rippled beneath his skin was a beast-like coordination and power.

He reached out and took a piece of radish; a flash of light, and it transformed into a steady, even silver thread.

The sound of the knife blade striking the cutting board was as fine as rain, with a precise rhythm without the slightest deviation.

In just a moment, the radish was sliced ​​into hair-thin pieces and spread into a quiet blanket of snow under his blade.

Although they were some distance apart, Chun-Li couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, sensing the surging energy within the young man's body and his meticulous control over his muscles and the tools in his hands.

Although it's just a rough feeling, Chun-Li can be considered an elite among Interpol agents these days.

Based on Chunli's experience, this young man would have a much better income and living environment than he does now, whether he were to work as a bodyguard for high-ranking officials or as a bodyguard for wealthy women.

Although she thought this way, Chun-Li wasn't too surprised.

After all, Chun-Li, as an Interpol agent, was well aware that there were quite a few martial artists with similar quirks.

Or perhaps, for many martial artists, the most important thing is the training that can hone their martial spirit, rather than fame, fortune, and money.

After staring at the young man for a while, Tong Ang said with some curiosity:

"Yuan Chen... I remember now, you are Yuan Chen?"

Hearing someone call his name, Yuan Chen, who was cooking, paused slightly, but quickly resumed his cooking, saying:

"That's me. What's the matter?"

Yuan Chen's powerful reply immediately silenced Tong Ang and Chun Li, who clearly understood what the waiter meant by "someone with an abnormal personality who likes to say strange things."

"It's nothing, we're here to see Grandpa Yuan." The waiter beside them, clearly used to it, replied, "But you must be tired from your journey and haven't eaten yet, so please make extra food when you're cooking."

"Easy!" Yuan Chen replied with a strong voice.

Upon seeing this, Tong Ang and Chun Li stopped disturbing them and simply waited patiently in the hall.

Although Chun-Li had left the kitchen, her heart remained there.

Looking back at Yuan Chen, who was frantically cooking, Chun Li's curiosity was still as strong as ever.

Sure enough, as soon as they came out, Chun-Li asked:

"Dad, do you know him?"

"I've heard some things about it. It was about three years ago when your great-grandfather picked up a child."

Upon hearing Chun-Li's question, Tong Ang glanced towards the kitchen and said:

"It is said that he starved in the ruins for a month without eating or drinking a drop of water, and was found by your grandfather after he crawled out... Hmm, he was also mentally traumatized by this experience, which is why he is different from ordinary people, right?"

However, he has already received his admission notice from the university in the Doujie realm, and this trip is also to see if he can go to Doujie with us.

After saying this, Tong Ang paused, then smiled and said:

"I was worried that it might be unsafe for this child to suddenly go to the fighting world, but now it seems... although his personality is a bit unstable, his strength should be fine."

Upon hearing about Yuan Chen's ordeal three years ago, Chun Li's eyes flashed with understanding, which then turned into worry and concern.

In comparison, Tong Ang's face also showed a touch of emotion.

"Young people these days are really well-nourished."

When he was young, it was good enough for people to have enough to eat. Even he only had the opportunity to nourish his body properly after he made a name for himself.

And what about today's young people?

They were all young, but each one was incredibly tall. Even though Tong Ang knew very well that for those who had mastered the true meaning of martial arts, size and weight were not directly proportional to strength, Tong Ang still felt a strange sense of melancholy.

Just as Tong Ang was still thinking, a casual yet aged voice came from the side.

"Ha, we've arrived."

Following the sound, an old man wearing a purple robe, with white hair and beard, and eyes that were completely white with no pupils, walked slowly from the side.