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"That which does not kill us makes us stronger."
- Friedrich Nietzsche
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The rain fell in torrents, soaking the cracked asphalt as Zack and Gun circled each other in the heart of the battlefield. Zack's breaths were heavy, misting into the air with every exhale as he kept his guard high.
Gun, shirtless with his upper body revealed, wore a sinister grin. His torso was marred with scars, testament to the countless battles he'd fought and emerged from, victorious. His cold black eyes were gleaming, reflecting the thrill of the fight.
Zack surged forward, throwing a combination of jabs and kicks, his movements fluid as he shifted between his speed and endurance mastery. Each punch cracked through the air with ferocity, his strikes mixing precision with raw power. The technique was relentless; Zack's Iron Boxing had evolved. He was now using Steel Kick Boxing, a hybrid style he'd crafted during his sparring sessions with Daniel. The added versatility in his strikes allowed him to attack from unconventional angles, pushing Gun further back with every successive blow.
Gun was forced to defend, raising his arms to block and absorb the impact. But even though he was retreating, his grin only widened. He could feel Zack's strikes rattling his bones, yet he didn't seem to mind the pain. In fact, he reveled in it. His eyes flickered with delight as he realized just how far Zack had come.
"Not bad," Gun sneered, parrying one of Zack's kicks with his forearm and using the momentum to slip inside Zack's guard. "But you're not the only one who's been improving."
Gun's hand shot out with terrifying speed, gripping Zack by the wrist and twisting sharply. In the same motion, Gun's other arm struck like a piston, smashing into Zack's ribs with the power of his strength mastery. The blow sent Zack stumbling, his body absorbing the shock, but he kept his footing.
Gun's assault didn't stop there. His movements shifted seamlessly into Aikido as he redirected Zack's momentum, throwing him off-balance. The rain-slicked ground gave way beneath Zack's feet, and before he could recover, Gun's knee collided with his abdomen, forcing the air from his lungs.
Zack staggered back, gasping, but his resolve only hardened. He could feel his ribs throbbing from Gun's attacks, but he pushed through the pain, his heart thudding with determination. His feet shifted as he resumed his Steel Kick Boxing stance, keeping his guard high. There was no time to hesitate. He lunged again, unleashing a flurry of kicks interspersed with heavy punches aimed at Gun's torso and head.
Gun, unyielding and savage, met Zack's assault head-on. He retaliated with Kyokushin Karate, driving his fists into Zack's guard with an unforgiving rhythm. His strikes came in crushing waves, and the sheer force behind them was enough to crack the asphalt beneath their feet. Each punch felt like it could break bones, but Zack refused to back down. He gritted his teeth and fought back harder, his improved Boxing providing just enough flexibility to parry and counter.
Zack's shin collided with Gun's side, the kick landing clean and deep. Gun's grin faltered as he felt the sharp pain radiate through his ribs. But rather than recoil, he threw his head back and laughed, a wicked sound that echoed through the rain.
"That's more like it, Zack!" Gun roared, his voice filled with twisted joy. "This is better than any woman I tasted! Show me your full strength!"
The words spurred Zack on. He unleashed a crushing right hook aimed at Gun's temple, but Gun ducked at the last moment, his bare chest brushing past Zack's fist. In one fluid motion, Gun pivoted and delivered a devastating roundhouse kick that Zack barely managed to block. The impact rattled his entire arm, sending jolts of pain down his spine.
Blood trickled from Zack's mouth, mixing with the rain as it dripped down his chin. But there was a fire in his eyes, a burning resolve that kept him on his feet. With his eyes glowing he pressed forward again, throwing his all into his punches and kicks, each strike a declaration of his unyielding conviction.
Gun felt the change. Zack's blows were heavier, more refined, his technique flowing with newfound confidence. Even though Zack was taking damage, he kept getting back up. It was as if every hit only fueled his drive. Gun could see the conviction in Zack's eyes; it was the look of a man who refused to be broken.
Gun's fists clenched tighter. "You're good, Zack. But not good enough to beat me."
The rain-soaked street trembled as they continued trading blows, their fists and kicks leaving craters in the asphalt. The ground shattered under their relentless exchange, each impact sending shockwaves that reverberated through the surrounding buildings.
As the intensity of the fight peaked, a lone figure approached from the shadows, his footsteps splashing through the puddles as he neared the chaotic scene. It was Johan Seong. His eyes widened in shock as he witnessed the battle unfold before him, his heart pounding in his chest. The sheer power and speed being displayed was far beyond anything he had experienced when he had faced Gun. Zack… Zack was holding his own against the man who had crushed him effortlessly.
Johan's hands clenched into fists as he watched his friend fight. He had once prided himself on being strong, but the display before him made him realize just how far behind he had fallen. The way Zack pushed through Gun's brutal assaults, the determination that radiated from his every movement… it was on a different level. Johan gritted his teeth, his eyes narrowing with a renewed resolve.
"I'll catch up to you, Zack," Johan whispered to himself, his voice trembling with emotion. "And Gun… I'll have my revenge. I won't be left behind again."
His eyes burned with a newfound fire as he silently vowed to become stronger. He would train relentlessly, pushing past his limits until he could stand on even ground with Zack and finally settle his score with Gun.
Back in the fray, Zack's body ached from the mounting damage. His vision blurred slightly as sweat and rain mingled on his skin, but he kept fighting, refusing to give in. He saw an opening as Gun prepared another powerful strike. Summoning every ounce of his strength, Zack channeled his endurance mastery to tank the hit, then unleashed a crushing elbow strike to Gun's jaw, followed by a spinning kick that connected solidly with Gun's torso, sending him skidding backward.
Gun landed gracefully, his feet finding purchase despite the cracked pavement. Blood trickled from a cut above his eyebrow, but his grin remained as wide as ever. "You're pushing yourself to the brink," he noted, his voice edged with delight. "But that's where I thrive."
Before Zack could respond, another voice cut through the rain.
"Well, well," came a drawling voice, laced with a hint of amusement. "I see Daniel was right. Gun decided to make an appearance after all."
Zack and Gun both turned toward the source. Emerging from the shadows was Vin Jin, his hand resting casually on his pants as he scratched himself, his usual cocky demeanor intact. His hair soaked wet, but with his Allied glasses and cheonliang outfit, he looked good as fuck.
{A/N: No Diddy.}
His relaxed stance revealing a confident smirk that suggested he was more than ready for a fight.
"Since this is Allied territory now," Vin continued, shrugging as he approached while removing the glasses showing his eyes: "I can't let black eyes over here cause problems. I'm gonna have to step in."
Gun's eyes shifted to Vin, and for a moment, there was a flicker of curiosity. "The Allied Crew really thinks they can challenge me?" he said, his voice a mixture of amusement and disbelief.
Zack wiped the blood from his lips and stood next to Vin, his eyes never leaving Gun. "We're not the same as we were months ago," Zack replied, his voice steady. "And we won't let you walk over us anymore."
The rain continued to fall, its steady rhythm like a countdown to the clash that was about to ensue. Gun's grin only widened as he rolled his neck, the thrill of battle coursing through him once more. He wasn't going to hold back. Not anymore.
Vin looked at Zack grinning: "Let's Jump this mother fucker!" Zack lowered his head smiling, before raising it again: "Fuck yeah!"
What a pity... That nga Daniel influenced his friends in a bad way...
Johan, still watching from the distance, felt his heart race as he saw Zack and Vin stand united against the legendary Gun. There was a time when he thought no one could challenge that man. But now… maybe things were different.
The fight was far from over, and as the tension in the air thickened, Johan knew that his journey to catch up to them was just beginning.
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End of the chapter
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