KOF: Rise of the King of Fighters

Yan Yue and Duo Long moved like lightning, leaving afterimages in the setting sun. Duo Long's every dodge was perfectly timed, while Yan Yue's spiritual energy circulated around her body, protecting her and neutralizing Duo Long's fierce attacks one by one.

Seeing this, Duolong smiled playfully, her body twisting into a black shadow as she attacked Yanyue's vitals.

【Phantom Fist】

Yan Yue reacted quickly, his inner energy surging, and his hands rapidly formed hand seals. In an instant, the air seemed to freeze, and a dazzling light burst forth from his palms.

[Mind Barrier]

The two forces collided fiercely in mid-air, producing a deafening roar. Light and shadow intertwined, and the surrounding vegetation was whipped into a cloud of dust by the aftershocks. Yan Yue remained motionless, while Duo Long was forced back several steps, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes. The two remained locked in a stalemate for a while.

Yan Yue carefully sensed and predicted each of Duo Long's attacks. Duo Long lived up to his reputation as the third prince of the Flying Thief Sect; his figure seemed to blend into the night, while Yan Yue needed to remain calm and still in an instant to capture every subtle change in the air.

【Phantom Fist】【Phantom Kick】

Selflessly following the dragon

Duolong launched another attack, her figure as ghostly as a snake, but Yanyue noticed a pattern—before each high-speed movement, Duolong would subtly adjust her center of gravity, lightly stepping on the ground with her right foot, and her body would naturally rotate.

Having grasped this pattern, Yan Yue took a deep breath, and his figure suddenly transformed into a streak of light. Just as Duo Long was about to take a step, he predicted her trajectory and appeared on her path in advance.

Super Special Move: Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist

Yan Yue's hands moved as smoothly as flowing water, but they concealed a powerful force. Although Duo Long was a master who relied on agility to win, the Flowing Water Shattering Rock Fist was fast enough and had a unique move, so Duo Long could only take it head-on.

Duolong froze, caught off guard by the sudden turn of events. Incredulous, Duolong reacted swiftly, her body contorting like a snake, unexpectedly deflecting Yan Yue's attack. In the end, only a few tiny cuts appeared on Duolong's clothes, swaying gently in the wind. Using the momentum, Duolong retreated, her body gliding slowly through the air before her feet lightly touched the ground.

"This move is fast enough, but it doesn't seem to have much destructive power," Duolong said coldly, mocking Yanyue. Yanyue secretly shed tears; her painstakingly practiced technique had been seen through by Duolong.

Then, Duolong charged towards Yanyue again, her figure moving like a ghost as she used the Flying Thief Sect's lightness skill.

【Flying Shadow Kick】

……

As dusk settled, a beautiful young woman dressed in green anxiously looked around outside the woods, her exquisite face filled with worry and anxiety.

Suddenly, a loud crash shattered the silence; the sound of trees collapsing echoed from the depths of the forest. Hearing this, the girl's expression changed, and without hesitation, she rushed towards the woods.

……

Yan Yue's face was solemn, and sweat and blood slid down his resolute chin.

"Has your Qi reached its limit?" Upon seeing this, a cold smile flashed in Duolong's eyes.

Duolong's figure moved like a ghost, each strike carrying the power of dark shadows, aiming straight for Yan Yue's vitals. Yan Yue could only barely maintain her defense with her spiritual energy. The spiritual energy barrier was growing weaker and weaker.

"it's over!"

Secret Technique: [Dream Burst - Vomiting Dead Souls]

Suddenly, Duolong paused, his long-accumulated power gathering between his palms, and a ball of pitch-black energy condensed in his palms.

Just as Duolong's figure was about to land,

"It's now!"

Yan Yue stomped the ground, unleashing a powerful burst of spiritual energy that instantly swept across the surrounding area. Pale blue light seeped from the cracks in the stone, resonating with Yan Yue's spiritual energy to form a dense network of energy that instantly engulfed Duolong.

Duolong felt as if the ground beneath his feet had turned into invisible pebbles. He froze, his center of gravity unstable, and the black energy ball deviated from its course, striking the trees beside Yan Yue. Several poplar trees fell, raising a cloud of dust.

At that moment, Duolong had not yet regained her footing. There was an opening!

Suddenly, Yan Yue rapidly gathered her last bit of Nen energy. Using it, she instantly appeared before Duo Long, thrusting out with both palms...

Super Special Move: Gale and Rain

In an instant, countless tiny waves of spiritual energy, as dense as raindrops, swept towards Duolong. These waves of spiritual energy intertwined in the air, forming a surging river that completely enveloped Duolong.

"Ugh..." Duolong screamed, spitting out a mouthful of blood. His once neat long braid came undone, making him look utterly disheveled. He clutched his chest in pain, his eyes revealing despair and anger.

Just then, the girl in the woods heard Duolong's screams. Her heart tightened, and she anxiously ran towards the direction from which the sound came. As she ran, she shouted loudly.

"Third Prince?!"

……

Yan Yue stood with difficulty, his body covered in bruises and bloodstains. The black blindfold had fallen to the ground, and his body trembled uncontrollably. Panting heavily, Yan Yue muttered to himself, "I've used up my last bit of spiritual energy. I really can't move anymore." With that, he used his last strength to stand, on the verge of collapsing.

Despite the pain, Duolong glared at Yan Yue, his eyes filled with hostility. He clutched his chest wound tightly, blood seeping out, yet he remained resolute in his confrontation with Yan Yue. The atmosphere between them was extremely tense, as if a fierce battle could erupt at any moment.

Killing intent! Yan Yue sensed a strong killing intent!

Duolong roared in defiance, "I...haven't...lost yet! Take this!"

Ultimate Killer: [Curse of the Wrongfully Dead]

"No... there's... someone behind me..." Yan Yue had already sensed that there was another girl rushing towards them from behind, and tried her best to loudly dissuade Duo Long, but it was obviously too late.

Duolong was already bloodthirsty, and with all her might, she unleashed a massive black energy wave, its destructive force rapidly surging towards Yanyue.

"Third Prince..." The anxious girl had just arrived at the battlefield where the two were fighting, but by sheer coincidence, she was standing right behind Yan Yue...

All sound and movement seemed to freeze in the air. Duolong's eyes were glazed over, she was dumbfounded. Duolong's younger sister, her eyes filled with terror, reflected a black energy wave that was about to devour everything.

In that moment of despair, Yan Yue used the last of his strength to suddenly turn around, spread his arms, and forcefully blocked the deadly energy wave with his back. A resolute yet tender look flashed in his eyes, as if at this moment, he was not protecting himself, but also protecting this innocent girl who had been caught up in the conflict.

Boom! Taking advantage of her conscious state, Yan Yue hugged the girl. The two were blasted several meters away by the energy, and Yan Yue eventually lost consciousness...

Night fell, and moonlight filtered through the leaves, casting glistening tears on Duolong's younger sister's face. She stood frozen, stunned. The ordeal had been too terrifying; tears streamed down her face like broken pearls. She stared in disbelief at Yan Yue, who lay on the ground, the man who had just saved her. She couldn't believe her brother had nearly killed her, as if trying to ascertain that it wasn't real.

Duolong looked at her sister and Yanyue lying on the ground with a sorrowful and guilty expression. For the first time ever, she said, "Sister, just now... I... I scared you."

My younger sister nodded, her voice choked with emotion: "I know..."

After a long while, the younger sister calmed herself down, looked at Yan Yue lying on the ground, and sat down beside her. She sighed softly, her eyes revealing a hint of heartache and gratitude.

"He's just seriously injured and unconscious; his life isn't in danger." His younger sister carefully checked Yan Yue's breathing and, after confirming he was still alive, breathed a sigh of relief. She said gently, "His wounds need some basic treatment."

Duolong stood silently to the side, not saying a word. His gaze fell on Yan Yue, his heart filled with guilt and helplessness.

"When he wakes up, I want to thank him properly." The younger sister looked gratefully at the unconscious Yan Yue, tears welling in her eyes. She knew that if Yan Yue hadn't come to her rescue in time, she would probably be dead.

Duolong remained silent, his heart filled with self-reproach and regret. He thought to himself, "So, I was just now trying to kill Yanyue and Xiaolong out of anger? What was I doing?"

"Third Prince, let me see your injuries too." The younger sister turned her head and looked at Duolong with concern.

Duolong shook his head and said with a wry smile, "I'm fine, I was just hit by his psychic energy..." He didn't want his sister to see his wound, because that would make him feel even more guilty.

The younger sister seemed to understand Duolong's thoughts, and she didn't ask any more questions. Then, she turned around and began to take care of Yanyue, hoping to help him recover as soon as possible.

The younger sister took Yan Yue's pulse for a while. Suddenly, her eyes widened, and she exclaimed in disbelief, "How is this possible!"

Duolong asked anxiously, "What happened?"

The younger sister answered tremblingly, "His pulse was so weak, like... it had stopped."

"What?!" Now it was Duolong's turn to be shocked. "Could it be that this guy has been moving entirely by relying on his psychic energy all along?"

Duolong smiled bitterly, feeling ashamed: "So I was defeated by him from the very beginning. Whether it's my state of mind or my cultivation, I lost to him..."

……

The next morning, Yan Yue, who was in a coma, was awakened by the birds pecking at her.

Yan Yue slowly opened his blind eyes, puzzled, "How did I end up lying on the ground? I remember saving a little girl..." He tried hard to recall what had happened before he fainted. Suddenly, he felt a numbness in his left hand, as if something was pressing on it. Yan Yue subconsciously reached out to feel for the object pressing on his left hand.

"Hmm? This looks like a person," he thought to himself, then tried to activate his senses. When he confirmed it again, he found himself still at the site of yesterday's battle with the enemy. And the person pinning his arm was none other than the girl who had been blasted away with him earlier. Yan Yue tried to sit up, but found his body unusually heavy and unable to move. So, he began to use his Nen to control his movement. Just then, the girl was startled awake by Yan Yue's movement; she jerked her head up and bumped right into him.

"Ouch, that hurts!" The two of them simultaneously clutched their heads and cried out in pain.

The girl quickly came to her senses and gave Yan Yue a happy smile: "Yan Yue, you're finally awake! It looks like you've recovered."

Yan Yue carefully observed the girl before him. He sensed the gentle aura emanating from her, and coupled with her sweet and lovely smile, he developed a liking for her.

"Who are you?" Yan Yue asked curiously.

The girl looked curiously at Yan Yue's golden pupils and replied with a smile, "My name is Xiao Long. I am really grateful to you for saving me yesterday."