Well, that's the end of this arc. I myself have a lot of complaints about it, a lot of things should have happened, which I ended up changing in order to finish it as soon as possible. In the next chapter, we'll start the Baki arc, which many of you have been waiting for.
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Gitae Kim was known as the most powerful king of the first generation. As the King of Seoul, he was well respected in his territory, even if he was mainly focused on his own business in Mexico.
Gitae didn't know many people who could challenge him. At this point, he didn't even fear James Lee, or any of the remnants of Generation Zero.
With his physical power and the techniques and styles he had copied during his life, he believed he could beat anyone.
But faced with the opponent in front of him, he, who had limited himself to just Korea and Mexico, understood how vast the world could be.
He was far from being able to beat anyone.
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Gitae clenched his teeth as a kick struck his foot squarely, a hole opening up in his boot as blood squirted through it.
"Let me teach you something."
The man tried to back away, but Yuji simply grabbed his wrist and knocked him backwards onto the ground with a kick.
"There are three variants of the ability to copy."
Using the strength of his arm, Gitae threw the younger man away, seeing him land firmly on the ground.
"The first is: the ability to imperfectly imitate a technique or style. Given enough time, it's possible to replicate it in a functional way, but in the end, it's just an imitation."
When Gitae stood up, he immediately put up a defense when a kick flew in his direction, his arms being hit hard enough to make him stumble backwards.
"The second is: the ability to copy, imperfectly, any technique or style. With practice, you can master any technique, but it takes time."
Giving a toothy grin, Gitae grabbed Yuji's thigh and lunged forward in an attempt to bite him, but his eyes widened when a hand clamped down on his jaw, his head being pushed against the ground with enough force that his body was partially buried in the concrete.
"The third is: the true ability to copy, making any technique or style your own."
Yuji kicked Gitae away, his eyes narrowing as the man quickly got to his feet while wiping the blood dripping from his lips.
"I'd say you could use the second variant of the copy."
Gitae froze as Yuji disappeared, and before he could react, a punch landed on his bruised ribs, his eyes going wide as blood rushed up his throat.
"Now, guess which variant is mine."
Boom!
Vomiting blood as another punch hit him once again, this time in the stomach, Gitae flew away until he collided with a lamppost, which snapped in half and came crashing down, the man quickly jumping to the side.
"But I admit, you're strong, and you have the potential to stay at the top of this generation.
But your mistake was messing with me."
Yuji advanced, and covering the distance between the two in a single instant, quickly attacked when Gitae tried to punch, hitting his fist and destroying his fingers.
"I have a tendency to nip arrogant people like you in the bud."
Gitae clenched his teeth, sweat dripping down his forehead as he clenched his now broken fist.
"Hehe... Kid, do you think that once you've eliminated me like you did those idiots, everything will be all right? I'm not the only one who's come to get some satisfaction, Charles Choi had countless allies, you know."
Gitae, resting one knee on the ground, breathed slowly as the blood dripped from his hand, his eyes fixed on the boy, who stared at him in a rather disinterested manner.
"Oh, is that serious?" Saying it dully, Yuji bent slightly to look Gitae straight in the eye, a contrast from the moment they met just a few minutes ago, this time with the alternating position between the two fighters. "Who will come after you?"
"..."
Gitae smiled. The boy was intelligent. At this point, he understood that Gitae was the only one who would dare to stand up to him. No one else would be brave enough in the future, since Yuji had defeated Charles Choi, who had connections in the underworld and in politics.
Trying to hit him in any way was certainly a death sentence.
So all of Charles Choi's former allies decided to leave Yuji aside, choosing to turn a blind eye to the existence of the man who was known as the most dangerous man in Korea.
Even Gitae thought about it, but his desire to confront Yuji was greater than his fear of angering him.
Unfortunately, his thirst for tasting the flesh of powerful opponents ended up being the reason for his doom.
"Very clever, kid." Gitae let his smile disappear, a dangerous glint appearing in his eyes while Yuji was still leaning slightly towards him. "But I'm not dead yet!"
And spitting blood into the young fighter's eyes, Gitae quickly pulled a hunting knife from his waist, an animalistic grin appearing on his lips as he stabbed towards the boy's chest, who was too busy wiping away the blood obstructing his vision.
"Gotcha!"
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The sound of flesh being cut sounded throughout the place, a body falling to the ground as blood dripped all over the floor.
The dripping echoed when silence was the only thing left, the winner of that battle standing over the body of his defeated opponent.
"A knife... Is that serious?"
To reveal himself as the one who was undoubtedly destined to win.
"Fucking idiots, they're getting dumber and dumber."
Yuji, standing over Gitae's lifeless body, waved his blood-stained hand, the blade of the man's knife broken in half, not far from them.
"Well, it's time to go back to Japan. I've sorted out what I need to sort out here."
Grabbing Gitae's body by the hair, Yuji threw him into an alley, his eyes narrowing as he sighed in discontent.
"He was interesting. Nothing compared to that kid with the unconscious, but still superior to many in this country."
Walking through the dark streets of the city, he completely ignored when some Korean police cars passed by on the street next to him.
"But still...
Boring."