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CĂș Chulainn knocked away the few decoys Billy had thrown out, his expression filled with disappointment.
"You have no warrior's honor."
Those words stabbed straight into Billy's heart.
His face flushed red.
With a furious roar, his ki exploded outward as he charged forward.
The long staff in his hands swung wildly.
It tore through the air, producing a sharp whistle.
Heat surged along the staff, and flames ignited instantly.
This was his Super Special Move.
Ultimate Burning Staff.
At that moment, the staff was no longer a weapon.
It became a fire dragon, roaring toward CĂș Chulainn's head.
CĂș Chulainn laughed loudly.
He pressed the tip of his magic spear downward.
He wasn't using a Noble Phantasm.
There was no need.
Swoosh.
In an instant, the spear shot out like a storm.
The spear tip sliced through empty space, striking Billy's staff again and again with pinpoint accuracy.
Every hit was precise.
Billy's offense was immediately suppressed.
Worse still, the spear didn't stop.
Dozens of strikes landed in a single breath.
Each impact sent violent vibrations surging through the staff, up Billy's arms.
Finally, his hands went numb.
He lost his grip.
With one last strike, CĂș Chulainn sent the staff flying.
It smashed through a wall and shattered a vase.
The spear tip pierced Billy's shoulder and lifted him off the ground.
Thud.
Billy flew several meters before crashing heavily to the floor.
Thanks to his ki, he didn't pass out immediately.
But with his shoulder pierced, he couldn't even lift his weapon.
"That last move was decent," CĂș Chulainn said with a sigh. "But your attack was too reckless."
Not good enough.
He had just started to get interested.
And it was already over.
Fortunately, there was still a boss behind him.
"Take me to Geese," CĂș Chulainn continued. "I hope he won't disappoint me."
Billy struggled to his feet, eyes fierce.
Even in defeat, his spirit hadn't broken.
"I'll report this to Lord Geese."
"Alright," Emiya said, nodding.
Billy used his ki to wrap his injured shoulder and stop the bleeding.
He took out his phone and made a call.
"I'm sorry, Lord Geese. I've failed."
Geese's cold voice came through the speaker.
"You've disappointed me, Billy."
Cold sweat instantly broke out on Billy's face.
"My deepest apologies, Lord Geese."
"If they're looking for death," Geese said flatly, "bring them here. I'll be waiting."
Billy acknowledged and ended the call.
He turned to Emiya.
"Follow me. Lord Geese is waiting."
With that, he led Emiya and the others out of the hotel.
Emiya didn't resist.
They got into the car and headed for Geese's territory.
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At the same time, in Korea.
Inside a Taekwondo dojo.
Apachai Hopachai, one of Ryozanpaku's masters and the so-called Death God of Muay Thai, launched a brutal assault.
His opponent was Chang Koehan, a disciple of Kim Kaphwan.
A regular participant in KOF.
Chang Koehan's physique was massive.
Unmatched across the entire tournament.
More terrifying than his size was his strength.
When he had first been imprisoned, guards had bound him with chains and welded a massive iron ball to one end to restrain him.
They never imagined-
Those restraints would become his weapons.
He had once smashed through a prison wall with the iron ball and escaped.
From then on, it became his trademark weapon.
In KOF, even top-tier fighters avoided confronting Chang Koehan head-on.
Especially when the iron ball was swinging.
Even Kim Kaphwan himself preferred to evade and win by other means.
But today, Chang Koehan realized something.
Not all monsters looked like him.
He thought his strength was monstrous.
That was only because he had never met a real monster.
Apachai, empowered by Nen, was exactly that.
A true monster.
Apachai's fists met the iron ball head-on.
Bare flesh.
No tricks.
Yet they were harder than iron.
His Nen was enhancement-type.
Each punch sent the iron ball flying.
Again and again.
Chang Koehan tried to stabilize himself.
Failed.
He was beaten back repeatedly.
Caught up in the fight, Apachai forgot to hold back.
Completely.
Hands.
Feet.
Elbows.
Knees.
He became a killing machine.
After smashing the iron ball into twisted scrap, Apachai's other fist shot toward Chang Koehan's head.
That terrifying punch shattered Chang Koehan's courage.
Fear took over.
He screamed.
"Master! Save me!"
Kim Kaphwan's expression changed instantly.
He leapt forward and kicked downward, shouting, "Stop!"
At the same moment, Hayato FĆ«rinji appeared in front of Apachai.
He caught Apachai's fist with one hand.
Blocked Kim Kaphwan's kick with the other.
They weren't here to kill.
They were here to get a KOF invitation.
Hayato absorbed the impact and stood firm.
Kim Kaphwan flipped backward and landed.
"...Thank you."
Hayato smiled wryly.
"It was our fault. Apachai went too far."
Apachai snapped back to his senses.
Regret flooded his face.
He had almost violated Ryozanpaku's rule.
No killing.
He squatted down in a corner, drawing circles on the floor.
His disappointment was obvious.
Kim Kaphwan glanced at him a few more times.
This Muay Thai master was brutal and overwhelmingly strong.
Yet he looked genuinely upset over nearly losing control.
That left a good impression.
"We lost the first match," Kim Kaphwan admitted. "I'll send out my other disciple."
Ma Kensei stepped forward.
"I'll take the second match."
Hayato nodded.
If Apachai hadn't gotten carried away, he could've ended all three by himself.
Choi Bounge stepped onto the stage.
He stared at Ma Kensei, who was about the same height.
Serious.
Light on his feet, Choi circled, searching for an opening.
Ma Kensei stood loosely.
Green robe.
Hat.
Like an ordinary old man.
Nothing special.
A weakness.
Choi slipped behind him.
The moment he confirmed Ma Kensei's blind spot, he lunged.
Ma Kensei turned.
Half-step forward.
One punch.
No flourish.
Half-Step Punch.
Bang.
Choi was struck in the abdomen and launched backward like a cannonball.
He slammed into the wall.
Vomited.
Half-conscious.
Kim Kaphwan's expression grew solemn.
Choi was no weakling.
For him to be defeated so cleanly-
This opponent was dangerous.
He had Choi carried away.
Then stepped forward himself.
"Taekwondo. Kim Kaphwan."
"Phoenix Alliance. Ma Kensei."
Kim Kaphwan's mind raced.
Phoenix Alliance.
He'd never heard of it.
Not Korean.
Possibly Chinese.
And China was full of hidden masters.
This organization was no small thing.
He exhaled slowly.
Cleared his thoughts.
Then moved.
In a flash, he appeared in front of Ma Kensei.
A kick shot toward the chest.
Fast.
Sudden.
The air screamed.
Steel could bend under it.
Ma Kensei didn't retreat.
He kicked back.
Bang.
No tricks.
Just impact.
Ma Kensei stood firm.
Kim Kaphwan flipped backward to disperse the force.
That surprised him.
The punch earlier had been terrifying.
He'd assumed Ma Kensei specialized in fists.
Now he knew better.
His kicks were just as dangerous.
That realization ignited his fighting spirit.
"Flying Heron Slash!"
Kim Kaphwan leapt and attacked again.
Ma Kensei met him head-on.
Kicks collided in rapid succession.
But compared to rigid Taekwondo-
Ma Kensei's leg techniques were fluid.
Unpredictable.
One moment, Mizong Leg.
The next, Tan Leg.
Forward.
Backward.
Seamless.
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