KOF: Rise of the King of Fighters

South Town is a place rife with violence and crime. Fights and brawls are commonplace in the streets and alleys, with people resorting to violence over territory or even the smallest disputes.

Originally, power and strength were everything here. Various gangs existed, fighting each other for control of South Town.

Geese Howard, a powerful fighter and a ruthless, ambitious schemer, dominated South Town with his strength and cunning, building his own empire. His criminal organization was so vast that it had even infiltrated the local government; Geese's word was law in South Town. He rose to prominence rapidly and became renowned for his unparalleled martial arts skills, becoming a figure of fear. Since Geese established his absolute power in South Town, no one dared to challenge his authority.

However, in this seemingly chaotic place, there are still some forces of justice quietly protecting the city. They may not have the power and influence of Gis, but they safeguard the peace of the city in their own way.

In the dark corners of South Town, countless secrets and conspiracies lurk. This King of Fighters tournament becomes the stage for masters from all walks of life to showcase their skills and resolve conflicts. This competition is a contest of strength and wisdom, with each faction hoping to use this opportunity to solidify their position or change their destiny.

A tall, muscular, handsome blond man walked down the street in South Town. He wore a red baseball cap, a simple red sleeveless jacket, and blue jeans. His hair was tied in a ponytail and flowed in the wind, giving him the air of a lone wanderer, his eyes revealing determination and courage.

After ten years of wandering and training, Terry learned not long ago that the former King of Fighters tournament champion, Terry, had arrived in South Town early. Upon arriving in South Town, Terry immediately began investigating Geese Howard's movements. So, one day, Terry went to a bar owned by Geese Howard, hoping to gather some gossip.

Inside the bar, a singer was performing. She had long, silky, wavy blonde hair. Her face was delicate, her eyes bright and gentle, and her figure stunning. Her attire was fashionable yet elegant; she wore a low-cut, fuchsia evening gown that revealed her long, slender, fair legs, making her appear like a rose about to bloom, showcasing her unique charm. The audience below was completely captivated by her.

But despite her beauty, no one dared to lay a hand on her in the chaotic South Town. The reason was simple: she was Gisele's adopted daughter—Angelina.

At that moment, Angelina glanced at Terry as he walked in through the door, her eyes flickering slightly.

Ten years ago, as Terry was strolling through town, he witnessed a group of thugs bullying a little girl. Terry immediately rushed in and, after a fierce fight, drove the thugs away. The girl looked at him gratefully, then tended to Terry's injuries. She told him her name was Angelina and asked for his name.

“My name is Terry Bogard,” Terry replied with a smile. “Don’t worry, those guys won’t bother you anymore.” From then on, Angelina always remembered the boy who had saved her, harboring special feelings for him. And now, Terry had appeared before her once again.

Angelina controlled her excitement, finished her song, bowed to the applause of the audience, and hurriedly went offstage to the bar where Terry was drinking coffee. She sat down next to him, her eyes fixed on him.

Angelina took a small sip of her drink and smiled at Terry, saying, "Is this your first time here?"

Terry looked up in surprise, staring at the beautiful and charming Angelina in front of him, and was momentarily lost in thought.

“Yeah… I just arrived in South Town, how did you know?” Terry said with a smile, clearly not recognizing Angelina.

Angelina smiled slightly and said softly, "People here never drink coffee."

Terry nodded. "But it tastes pretty good. I came to South Town this time because I have some things to take care of."

"Since you've praised our coffee, then I'll treat you to a cup."

"Thank you, then I won't be polite. My name is Terry." Terry felt good about Angelina and introduced himself, but didn't dare mention his surname.

"My name is Angelina. I'm a singer here."

Terry heard the name and felt it sounded familiar. He thought for a moment but couldn't place it. Terry picked up the drink the bartender gave him and took a sip. Angelina, sitting beside him, rested her chin on her hand and watched Terry intently.

Terry, after all, was still an innocent young man, and he panicked and felt very uncomfortable being stared at by a beautiful woman.

"Is there something on my face?"

“No,” Angelina leaned slightly closer to Terry, her head almost touching his. “It’s just that I feel you look a lot like my childhood friend.”

As their bodies drew close, Terry caught a whiff of her fragrance. Feeling awkward, he glanced down and saw Angelina's low-cut dress. He blushed instantly, turned his head away, and said embarrassedly, "You've probably mistaken me for someone else. I just arrived in South Town."

Angelina, a seasoned veteran of the nightlife scene, naturally realized her seductive provocation was working. She gently touched Terry's hat—the same hat he'd worn ten years ago. She deliberately flashed a sweet smile and whispered, "This hat is nice. Can I have it?"

Terry smiled slightly, a hint of tenderness flashing in his eyes, and replied, "If you want one, I'll give you a new one."

Angelina frowned slightly, seemingly a little disappointed, but still smiled and said, "Okay." Then, she asked with concern, "Do you need any help? I'm Geese's adopted daughter, I should be able to help~".

Terry's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but ask, "Gis? Does he come here often?"

Angelina said with a hint of disappointment, "He hasn't come in a long time."

Terry pressed on, "So where does he usually go?"

Angelina feigned displeasure, pouting, and said, "You get all excited just talking about Geese? Well then, I won't bother you any longer." With that, she made a move to get up and leave.

Terry then realized his lapse in composure and quickly grabbed Angelina's hand, apologizing, "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm bad with words. I'll punish myself with a drink." With that, he picked up his glass and downed it in one gulp.

Angelina chuckled at Terry's antics. A brief silence then fell between them. A subtle atmosphere filled the air.

……

airport.

In the afternoon, Yan Yue got off the plane. He had changed his clothes, which was the first time he had changed into other clothes. Before, he always wore the white robes of Wudang Mountain.

Before leaving, Yan Yue carefully selected clothes based on her previous life's fashion sense, but couldn't distinguish the colors, so she let Ming Tianjun choose. What? Why not let Shun Ying choose? Yan Yue had long noticed that Shun Ying's fashion sense was really too outdated, and in order to prevent Shun Ying from dressing like a young punk in the future, Yan Yue had specially taught him for a long time.

Yan Yue was now wearing the most fashionable jeans and a long-sleeved leather jacket of the time, and had replaced the black cloth with sunglasses, so at least from a distance he didn't look blind. Because there were many petty thugs in South Town who only bullied the weak and feared the strong, Yan Yue decided to make himself appear more normal in order to avoid being so "likable." Even if he was going to clean house, he decided to keep a low profile.

"I remember there's a dojo belonging to Ryo Sakazaki's family in South Town. Maybe we should go check it out and see if we can rent a place for the night. We're not much money left, and I remember Robert was a rich young master..."

"I remember a tavern called King's, the restaurant where Li Xiangfei worked, and..."

After arriving in Nanzhen, Yan Yue didn't rush to find a hotel. Instead, she walked around thinking about how to stay there long-term and solve the money problem first. However, Yan Yue only remembered a few fighters in Nanzhen, and she didn't have any connections with any of them.