And just as he thought of Goenitz, a violent gust of wind suddenly erupted inside the room. The next moment, a sanctimonious-looking priest appeared, carrying two women covered in blood into the room with him.
Rugal was already used to Goenitz's complete lack of manners, but what truly caught his attention was something else.
Goenitz had arrived slower than usual.
It definitely wasn't because he was carrying two women. Together they only weighed around one or two hundred kilograms. That amount of weight meant nothing even to a first-rate martial artist, much less someone like Goenitz, who far surpassed that level.
This bastard was injured.
After realizing this, Rugal didn't expose it. Instead, he looked toward the two women Goenitz had thrown onto the floor.
Even with Rugal's standards, he had to admit they were exceptionally beautiful women.
The blonde woman possessed a mature charm, and her figure surpassed that of most supermodels.
The tanned woman radiated an indescribable wildness, along with a natural seductive aura. Although her short hair made her seem slightly less traditionally beautiful, that dangerous allure still made people instinctively want to get close to her.
But Rugal had long since moved beyond such low-level interests, so he directly asked the important question.
"Why did you bring these two women here?"
He didn't understand Goenitz's intentions at all, and if Goenitz had actually been injured because of these two women, then he would be truly disappointed!
"They are my companions. They simply have not awakened yet, so just now I controlled their bodies and made them personally kill their own relatives. Unfortunately, the Orochi blood within them still hasn't fully awakened."
Goenitz looked at Mature and Vice lying on the floor, forcibly suppressing the pain and urge to cough up blood as he spoke.
His original plan was to wait until Mature and Vice fully awakened, then have them personally kill their own families and then bring them to meet Rugal.
After that, he planned to use them to teach Rugal a lesson, to make him understand that divine power was not something mortals should casually covet. For example, making him pay with an eye or something similar.
But unfortunately, he had been beaten to the brink of death by Ryuji.
Even now, he still did not understand why Ryuji had been capable of inflicting such severe damage upon his soul, to the point that his body still had not fully recovered. But one thing he was absolutely certain of was that relying on himself alone, he had no chance whatsoever of defeating Ryuji.
"But for you, this is actually perfect."
His gaze quickly shifted toward Rugal.
"Aren't you craving the power of the Hakkesshu? The still-unawakened blood within these women can allow you to wield a portion of our power while minimizing the chances of you dying from it."
His tone remained indifferent, as if giving Rugal the blood of the Heavenly Kings was no great matter.
But Rugal clearly remembered just how stingy Goenitz had always been regarding that so-called divine power.
Rugal sneered and spoke coldly to Goenitz.
"You don't seriously think I'm that stupid, do you, Goenitz? You must have encountered a powerful enemy and now want to use my power."
Goenitz did not deny it. Instead, he merely smiled faintly.
"Don't you want to become the strongest martial artist?"
He looked directly at Rugal before continuing.
"If you cannot even defeat this person, then how could you possibly deserve to become the strongest? And if you cannot even handle our power, then how could you ever hope to defeat someone capable of defeating me?"
Those words caused Rugal to fall silent.
Although he had never truly fought Goenitz before, he was absolutely certain of one thing:
If Goenitz truly wanted to kill him, it would not require much effort at all.
There was indeed a huge gap between them.
"I understand."
Looking toward the two women on the ground, whose faces were filled with terror, he could not help but ask:
"But are the Hakkesshu always this cruel to your own kind?"
The idea of directly controlling your companions and forcing them to murder their own families was something he had genuinely never heard of before.
"Because we are not mortals. Mortal emotions are merely burdens to us."
Goenitz casually explained it, then continued speaking.
"Don't worry. I have no intention of making you fight that man alone… Rugal, that would unquestionably be sending you to your death."
Hearing those words, Rugal could not help clenching his fists tightly. There was no greater insult to a martial artist than belittling his strength, but Rugal could only endure it, because he indeed was no match for Goenitz.
But Rugal would never admit defeat! Sooner or later, he would make Goenitz pay! He would grind that arrogant face of his into the dirt with his own heel.
"Let's put it this way. I'll find some helpers. You just need to prepare the King of Fighters tournament, Rugal. That won't be a problem, correct?"
Goenitz lightly coughed, deliberately showing weakness. Most of what he had just said to Rugal was provocation, but he really had never expected Rugal to defeat Ryuji.
Because that was simply impossible, unless Rugal suddenly became capable of throwing punches with 100,000 kilograms of force…
Though even if Rugal really could punch with 100,000 kilograms of force, it still probably wouldn't matter much.
"Who?"
Rugal wanted to refuse, but he couldn't.
"M. Bison, along with some legendary beings, such as demons and monsters."
Goenitz spoke the name calmly, while several races surfaced in his mind.
Demons and vampires might not necessarily help, but finding a few monsters to cooperate would not be difficult.
Especially the so-called Tengu clan. Manipulating those crow tengu would be easy for him. After all, long ago, the crow tengu had once submitted themselves to them. With a little scheming, there was no reason they couldn't be used once again.
After all, during his last trip to Japan, he had already sensed the presence of tengu there.
"Hah… do whatever you want. But the King of Fighters tournament may no longer be something I alone can decide."
Rugal coldly snorted. He had no desire to know what kind of relationship Goenitz had with Vega, and he himself had some unpleasant business history with Vega as well, so he did not want to get involved.
"What do you mean? You can't even handle something this trivial, Rugal?"
Goenitz looked at him with displeasure. The reason he had taught Rugal martial arts in the first place was because he valued the wealth and influence of the Bernstein family. And now Rugal was telling him he couldn't get things done?
Did he think Goenitz was a fool?
Is there anything Rugal can't do in America?
"The other side belongs to a famous family as well. Even if I resorted to threats, it would still take at least half a year to seize control. Since there are rules that need to be followed, cooperation is the only option."
Rugal looked at Goenitz with annoyance.
"As for creating a company myself… that's even more impossible. Just getting approval from various countries would already take an entire year. Given these unexpected circumstances, there's no room for maneuver."
He was not worried in the slightest that the Douglas family would refuse his proposal for cooperation, because he intended to apply pressure.
Douglas was not a top-tier figure like him.
"I understand. Then cooperation it is. As long as we secure some venues, that will be enough. Rugal, I hope you won't disappoint me again."
After speaking, Goenitz instantly summoned a strong gust of wind and rushed out through the window.
Rugal then looked toward Mature and Vice lying on the floor.
Although the two women were beautiful, he had no sexual interest in them, and once they awakened, they would become enemies.
He would never sleep with his enemies.
Silently, he opened a drawer and took out two syringes originally prepared for drawing Goenitz's blood, then tossed them in front of Mature and Vice.
"Each of you draw one syringe of blood. Do that, and you'll live. From now on, you'll become my secretaries."
After speaking, Rugal turned his gaze toward the sky outside the window. Mature and Vice exchanged glances, and after realizing he did not intend to kill them, they both tremblingly picked up the syringes and drew out their blood.
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