KOF: Rise of the King of Fighters

Watching the Dawn sail into the vast ocean and gradually disappear below the horizon.

Yan Yue raised her hand and waved, a helpless smile creeping onto her lips.

Thanks to Janet's pirate ship, he not only evaded NESTS' pursuers but also experienced the treatment of a "luxury pirate."

But when the pirate ship had completely become a tiny dot on the sea surface, and all that remained was the sound of waves crashing against the rocks, Yan Yue belatedly reached into her pocket.

Empty.

Yan Yue's smile froze on her face, her pupils suddenly contracted, and her brain seemed to have been hit hard by a heavy hammer, buzzing loudly.

"No way……"

Then it suddenly dawned on him that he had been trapped in the NESTS base for two whole years.

Living a life disconnected from society, facing nothing but cold experimental equipment and endless combat training every day, he had almost forgotten about making money, and even the concept of "money" had almost faded from his mind.

"The sky has fallen..." Yan Yue covered her forehead, her vision blurring.

……

The next morning, Yan Yue changed into civilian clothes and, before dawn, quietly sneaked into a nearby town.

Since they had no money and were wanted by NESTS, Yan Yue could only rely on the most primitive method—walking.

Yan Yue was wearing a baseball cap that covered most of her face. She was carrying a portable backpack.

He moved discreetly through the streets and alleys, using his senses from time to time to avoid being seen by gangsters and police, just in case.

"It seems we'll have no choice but to walk to Master Kim's dojo..."

The only person Yan Yue could know in South Korea was this Kim Gwan-jang.

Moreover, Kim Kaphwan is an upright and kind person. As the national martial arts master of Korea, his prestige and status are obvious to all. Perhaps he can help Yan Yue successfully reach Japan.

After walking for a whole day, it was already getting dark.

Yan Yue looked up and around. Among the towering buildings, there wasn't a single patch of forest where she could hide and rest, let alone a cave.

He sighed, glanced around, and set his sights on a somewhat old-looking office building not far away.

"I'll just have to make do with this unattended rooftop for the night..."

Gathering her inner energy, Yan Yue used [Moon Step] to fly towards the rooftop.

After reaching the rooftop, Yan Yue rubbed her knees, found a clean spot to sit down, circulated her inner energy, and closed her eyes to concentrate.

After some time, a commotion arose downstairs.

"You brat, how dare you ruin our Xuan Tie Society's plans! We'll skin you alive today!"

"If you know what's good for you, come with us obediently, or your shabby laundromat owner's little shop will be razed to the ground tomorrow!"

Yan Yue frowned. She had originally intended to mind her own business, but the shouts of that group clearly carried a strong malice towards women.

Yan Yue quietly moved to the edge of the rooftop, gripped the railing, and looked down.

In the stairwell, seven or eight gang members wearing floral shirts and with hideous tattoos on their arms were forming a circle, holding steel pipes and baseball bats, and were closing in on the girl in the middle.

The girl looked no more than sixteen years old, with short blue hair, wearing a laundry shop uniform with the sleeves rolled up to her forearms, paired with white sweatpants. Her youthful and pretty face already had some bruises, clearly from being hit.

The girl frowned and put her hands into a standard Taekwondo starting stance.

"You bastards! You tried to collect protection money, and now you're smashing up someone's shop! The owner is almost sixty years old, how dare you lay a hand on him?"

"Enough with the nonsense!" A burly henchman brandishing a steel pipe charged forward. "Give her a lesson!"

The girl reacted quickly, dodging the steel pipe to the side while delivering a beautiful side kick to the opponent's knee.

The henchman screamed and fell to his knees, the steel pipe clattering to the ground.

The girl then turned around and delivered a backflip kick to the head of another person, knocking him to the ground.

Yan Yue's eyes lit up as she watched from the rooftop: "This Taekwondo is quite impressive, it seems to be deliberately imitating Kim Jong-un..."

The blond-haired leader, with a menacing look on his face, said, "Li Mei, you'll regret this!"

It turns out that the girl's name was Li Mei (Li Zhenzhu).

Just as Yan Yue finished praising him, two more henchmen came flanking from both sides.

Li Mei couldn't dodge in time and was hit hard on the back with a baseball bat. She staggered back two steps, her face turning pale with pain.

"What kind of skill is it to bully the few with the many?" The girl gritted her teeth and assumed a defensive stance again, but she was clearly already struggling.

Seeing this, the henchmen became even more arrogant, grinning maliciously as they pressed closer.

"You've learned a few Taekwondo moves, and you actually think you're Kim Kaphwan's disciple?"

"If you weren't good-looking, do you think you'd be alive today...?"

Huang Mao was slightly more skilled than Li Mei, and he also knew Taekwondo moves, but his movements were ruthless. After more than ten moves, he had already severely injured Li Mei multiple times.

Li Mei was eventually cornered by the crowd. "...What do you want?"

"What for? Of course, it's to offer you up to the wealthy young masters above, so they can enjoy you..."

"That way we can make more money..."

"What?!..." Li Mei was terrified and struggled desperately. "Let me go...!"

However, due to the severity of her injuries, she was unable to continue.

Even Yan Yue, a Chinese, knows that South Korea's chaebols almost represent those who control everything in the country behind the scenes, wielding absolute power.

However, if someone is targeted by a perverted tycoon, they almost never have a good ending.

"Danger! Let's help her..."

On one hand, there was the rationality of "not alerting the enemy," and on the other hand, there was the instinct of "not being able to stand seeing girls being bullied." However, Yan Yue quickly chose the latter.

To be honest, Yan Yue couldn't tolerate the bullying of a woman, especially a minor.

So be it, let's call her the Holy Mother!

Yan Yue looked down at the rooftop, her gaze shifting downwards, and she saw something piled up in the corner of the stairwell.

"No bricks... this will do." Yan Yue's eyes lit up. Taking advantage of the moment the motion-activated light went out, she once again used her lightness skill and silently landed at the entrance of the corridor.

"Hey, aren't you ashamed of having so many people surrounding a little girl?"

Yan Yue deliberately lowered her voice to make her tone sound more intimidating, while pulling her baseball cap down even further, afraid of being recognized.

The henchmen were startled by the sudden sound and turned around.

Yan Yue spoke again, "Let go of that girl... let me handle this..."

Everyone saw Yan Yue standing in front of them with her hands behind her back in the shadows.

The blond-haired man couldn't help but sneer, "How audacious... Where did this guy come from..."

"Still striking that expert pose, trying to be a hero and save the damsel in distress? How idiotic..."

"This must be Li Mei's accomplice..."

"Huh?" Li Mei looked at Yan Yue with a puzzled expression.

Why did he come to help me? Do I know such a person? No, I can't drag him into this...

The next moment, Li Mei shouted, "Run! You can't beat them! Go call the police... Ouch! That hurts!"

"Shut up!"

"Calling the police won't help...!"

Before Li Mei could finish speaking, the blond-haired man grabbed her hair and pulled her in front of him, saying, "She's right here. Come over if you dare..."

The crowd joined in the jeering, "Idiot, I'll ask you one more time, what are you here for?"

Seeing Li Mei being bullied like this, Yan Yue's tone turned icy, "I'm here to kill all of you here, or rather, to be killed by you all..."

This remark once again drew laughter from everyone.

Yan Yue ignored them and walked towards them step by step.

However, this action only emboldened the blond-haired man to take further advantage.

"You idiot, you really dare to go for it...!" He kicked Li Mei to the ground, his eyes fierce, and winked at his henchmen beside him.

"Then come and hit me if you dare... Hahaha..."

"Make me hit you? Okay, you said it yourself." Yan Yue had never heard such a request in her life.

When the gangsters charged towards Yan Yue with shouts and yells, clubs, chains, and machetes came from all directions.

Yan Yue extended her hand from behind her back, and a weapon appeared in her hand.

Strictly speaking, it should be considered a piece of furniture—a folding stool.

This folding stool feels very light, and there are screws still attached to the plastic edges.

According to Shenwu, this thing is good for both offense and defense, easy to carry, and is the perfect choice for street fights. However, it requires both hands to use, which Shenwu finds difficult to get used to.

Just as the gangsters charged at her with their weapons, Yan Yue dodged to the side, and with a "snap," the folding stool in her hand opened and accurately struck their faces.

Immediately, a scream rang out as the first henchman was struck by a folding stool, his head bleeding profusely as he struggled to his death.

"You son of a bitch!" Upon seeing this, the other henchmen grabbed their weapons and surrounded them.

Take your time, everyone gets a share.

Yan Yue was more than capable of dealing with these small fry, but the problem was that the weapons in his hands couldn't withstand the damage.

This folding stool is really awkward to handle; I'm afraid it will break if I swing it, and I'm afraid it will slip if I hit it.

A henchman swung a baseball bat at the back of his head. Yan Yue dodged to the side, hooked the henchman's ankle with the leg of a folding chair, and pulled him down face-first.

Another henchman lunged at her from the side. Yan Yue raised her hand and used a folding stool to block the punch. With a "crack," one of the stool's legs was broken.

"No way? It's so flimsy?" Yan Yue's eyes widened, cursing the inferior product in her heart.

He simply threw away the broken folding stool and grabbed another one from the corner. This time he learned his lesson and didn't use brute force, but instead aimed for the henchmen's faces.

Various screams erupted one after another.

"Ouch!"

"my face!"

"Why is this stool so hard!"

"Damn, this idiot's got some skills!"

"Ah... help..." Before one of them could finish speaking, he was killed in one blow.

Screams erupted throughout the stairwell.

Yan Yue tried not to reveal the techniques of the Flowing Water Shattering Rock Fist, weaving among the henchmen and using the simplest and most violent methods to unleash his attacks. He wielded the folding stool with great force, even creating air pressure.

Although the posture was not exactly elegant, and even somewhat comical, the effect was surprisingly good.

Li Mei, who was standing to the side, was stunned. She had originally planned to hold on a little longer, but she never expected such a strange "folding chair master" to suddenly appear.

His movements looked erratic, yet he utterly defeated a group of gangsters.

A few minutes later, seven or eight henchmen lay on the ground, bruised and battered, groaning in pain. Yan Yue remained unfazed. The folding stool in her hand had another leg broken, so she disdainfully tossed it aside and casually picked up a new one.