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"Strength and growth come only through continuous effort and struggle."
- Napoleon Hill
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The rain continued to fall, soaking the cracked pavement as Zack and Vin prepared to face Gun. The White Ghost stood across from them, his grin widening with anticipation as he took in his two opponents. The look in his eyes spoke volumes, this was exactly the kind of challenge he relished. He cracked his knuckles, his gaze shifting between the two young fighters.
Without waiting, Zack and Vin sprang into action, their movements swift and synchronized. Or at least, that was the intention. Zack came in with a flurry of powerful punches aimed at Gun's midsection while Vin circled around to Gun's left, seeking to deliver a quick sidekick to the ribs. But their coordination was off. Gun effortlessly dodged Zack's strikes and sidestepped Vin's kick, countering with a sharp elbow that slammed into Zack's jaw.
"Is this the best the Allied Crew can do?" Gun taunted, effortlessly weaving between the attacks. He slipped past Vin's follow-up punch and drove a knee into Zack's stomach, forcing him back.
The two fighters quickly regrouped, exchanging a brief glance. It was clear their initial plan wasn't working. They needed to adjust, fast.
Zack threw another punch at Gun, this time purposefully overextending his arm to bait Gun into a counter. Gun took the opportunity, lunging in with a straight punch aimed at Zack's face. But before the blow could land, Vin swooped in with a low kick to Gun's supporting leg, throwing off his balance. Zack immediately followed up with a left hook, finally managing to graze Gun's jaw.
The hit wasn't powerful, but it was progress. Zack and Vin began to fall into a rhythm, their movements becoming more fluid. They took turns striking at Gun from different angles, Vin's punches and grappling techniques complementing Zack's raw power and speed. Their strikes started to land with increasing frequency, forcing Gun to stay on the defensive.
Gun's expression shifted from amusement to mild annoyance. "So you're not entirely useless," he remarked, parrying a punch from Zack before throwing Vin over his shoulder with a swift judo throw. But as Vin hit the ground, he rolled to his feet almost immediately, his newfound endurance showing in how quickly he bounced back.
Gun didn't let up. He unleashed a series of brutal kicks at Zack, the force of each strike sending vibrations through the ground. Zack blocked what he could, tanking the rest with his endurance mastery. Even as the blows connected, he pushed forward, catching Gun with a swift uppercut that staggered him momentarily.
As Gun recoiled, Vin charged forward, his eyes flashing with determination. He grasped Gun's arm in a vice-like grip, using his honed strength to execute a Jin Mujin Ssireum technique, an advanced form of bone-grabbing and joint manipulation that targeted Gun's elbow. With a swift motion, Vin twisted, forcing Gun's arm into an awkward angle. The move would have dislocated a lesser fighter's limb, but Gun merely grunted, his muscles resisting the pressure.
Vin tightened his grip, his fingers digging into Gun's tendons, seeking to break the arm. Gun's eyes darkened, and with a sudden burst of power, he broke free from Vin's hold, spinning around to deliver a devastating kick to Vin's midsection. The impact sent Vin skidding across the wet pavement, exhaling air as his abdomen smoked.
"You're getting bolder," Gun acknowledged, his tone devoid of humor.
Zack didn't give Gun a moment's reprieve. He lunged in again, this time mixing his Steel Kick Boxing techniques with grappling, trying to keep Gun close enough that he couldn't use his superior range. He managed to land a heavy blow to Gun's ribs, but Gun retaliated with a headbutt that sent Zack staggering backward, blood trickling from his brow.
Just as Gun was about to follow up with another strike, Vin dashed in again. This time, his movements were different, more refined. He was using Kudo, a hybrid martial art focusing on striking and throwing techniques. He parried Gun's arm and followed up with a spinning elbow, the force of the impact enough to send a shockwave through the air. Gun staggered back, his expression turning grim.
Vin didn't stop there. He flowed into a Judo throw, using Gun's own weight to send him crashing to the ground. But Gun quickly recovered, rolling to his feet. As he did, his expression changed, it was no longer the twisted grin of a sadist enjoying the fight, but a look of pure, focused intent. His eyes glowed with a fierce determination, and his aura seemed to darken as his muscles tightened.
Zack and Vin shared a brief, wordless exchange. They knew Gun was about to show them something new.
Gun's mastery of endurance kicked in, his body hardening as he activated his ability. His muscles swelled, his skin toughening like steel. The cuts and bruises that marred his body closed down, and he moved with even greater speed and power.
The two fighters braced themselves as Gun came at them like a whirlwind, his attacks relentless and ferocious. He executed Aikido techniques with terrifying precision, redirecting their strikes and using their momentum against them. Zack was flung into a streetlight, the metal bending from the impact. Vin was caught in a vicious combination of punches that sent him crashing into a parked car, shattering the windows.
But even as they took the hits, Zack and Vin climbed back to their feet. Their bodies ached, and blood trickled down their faces, but they weren't out yet.
"He's not invincible," Vin spat, wiping blood from his mouth. "We can do this."
Zack nodded, determination blazing in his eyes. He rushed forward, launching a powerful kick aimed at Gun's head, while Vin came in low, aiming for Gun's legs. Gun dodged Zack's kick and tried to counter Vin's sweep with a knee strike, but Vin blocked it with his forearm and countered with a bone-grabbing technique, targeting Gun's wrist. He twisted it with all his might, using Jin Mujin Ssireum to apply crushing pressure to the joint.
Gun snarled in response, ripping his arm free before Vin could do any real damage. But that brief moment of distraction was enough for Zack to land a crushing right hook to Gun's jaw, followed by a swift kick to the ribs. The strikes forced Gun to backpedal, his breathing becoming more labored. His torso now bore significant bruises, and a cut had opened above his eye.
The relentless onslaught of Vin's unconventional techniques and Zack's sheer power was beginning to wear him down. Yet, even as his injuries mounted, Gun's eyes shone with a dangerous excitement. He wasn't slowing down, if anything, the pain seemed to fuel him.
He lunged at Zack, smashing his fist into Zack's abdomen with enough force to send the younger fighter to his knees, gasping for breath. He then turned to Vin, who met him head-on with a flurry of Ssireum and Kudo techniques, his hands moving like lightning as he tried to catch Gun off-balance. Vin managed to grapple Gun and twist him into a Judo throw, slamming him to the ground. But Gun rolled out of the throw with terrifying agility, rising to his feet and immediately retaliating with a brutal knee strike to Vin's chest.
Vin grunted as he stumbled back, clutching his ribs. Gun's strikes were taking their toll, and even though his training had improved his durability, the pain was becoming too much to ignore. He glanced at Zack, who was struggling to his feet, battered and bruised but still defiant.
Zack wiped the blood from his mouth and stood tall, his muscles tense with renewed determination. "We're not done yet, Gun," he growled.
Gun's laughter echoed through the rain-soaked street as he cracked his knuckles, his eyes glinting with a sadistic light. "Good," he said. "Because I'm just getting started."
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As the rain poured down, Johan watched the intense battle unfold, his eyes wide with shock and admiration. Every strike, every block, every technique, it was a display of skill and raw power that left the air buzzing with tension. Johan clenched his fists, his gaze locked onto the movements of the three fighters. He wasn't just watching; he was studying.
Zack's Iron Kick Boxing, now evolved into Steel Kick Boxing, combined crushing force with speed and fluidity. Each strike was precise and calculated, designed to maximize damage. Vin's techniques were equally impressive. His mix of Kudo, Judo, and the bone-grabbing techniques of Jin Mujin Ssireum created an unpredictable rhythm that kept Gun on his toes. The movements flowed like water, shifting seamlessly between grappling and striking.
Johan's eyes darted back and forth, memorizing the stances, the angles of their attacks, the way their bodies moved. He could feel the techniques seeping into his consciousness, every move imprinting itself into his memory. He mimicked the motions in his mind, visualizing himself executing the same techniques. With each punch and kick he watched, he analyzed how the strikes landed, how the fighters adjusted their balance, and how they switched between offense and defense.
"I'll make these moves my own," Johan whispered to himself, his eyes narrowing with determination. "I'll surpass them… and I'll have my revenge on Gun."
The sight of Zack standing his ground against Gun,the same man who had once crushed him, only fueled Johan's resolve. He wasn't going to let this moment go to waste. He would train, he would improve, and one day, he would step into the ring with Gun again. But this time, he wouldn't just be another opponent. He would be a true rival.
As the battle raged on, Johan continued to absorb every detail, burning the techniques into his memory like a searing brand. The rain fell harder, masking the quiet promise he made to himself: I won't fall behind.
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