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"In the middle of difficulty lies opportunity."
- Albert Einstein
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The air was electric as Daniel arrived at the scene with Vasco and Jay Hong in tow, their footsteps muffled by the distant hum of the city. Ahead of them, the chaotic sounds of battle echoed down the street, punctuated by the wet crunch of fists meeting flesh. The moment they came into view, Daniel could see Gun Park standing tall, his body battered and soaked in blood, facing off against Vin.
Gun's wild grin was plastered across his face, a look of twisted enjoyment as he relished the fight. His body swayed slightly, the toll of the battle evident, yet his feral spirit burned even brighter. Despite the obvious damage, Gun showed no sign of stopping.
Just as Daniel and his crew arrived, Gun hurled Vin through the air like a broken toy. Vin's body flew toward them with incredible speed, but Vasco moved in an instant, catching his friend before he hit the ground. The force of the impact caused Vasco to skid back slightly, his muscles flexing as he absorbed the shock.
"Vin!" Vasco's voice carried concern as he held Vin upright.
Vin, though battered and bloodied, grinned through the pain. "Did my best…" he rasped, wiping blood from his mouth. His eyes sparkled with determination despite the visible bruises marking his body. "But that guy... he doesn't fall.."
Daniel's gaze shifted to Gun, who staggered slightly, his body covered in cuts and bruises. Yet, his ferocious grin never faltered. His eyes locked onto Daniel, and for a brief moment, they gleamed with savage delight. Even in his near-broken state, Gun seemed to relish the idea of a new challenge.
"You came," Gun muttered, his voice hoarse but brimming with anticipation. "You always make things interesting, Daniel."
Daniel didn't respond immediately. His eyes narrowed as he took in Gun's battered form. Yet something else caught his attention. Daniel could sense someone nearby, lurking in the shadows. His gaze shifted subtly, scanning the area until his sharp eyes landed on a figure hidden in the darkness.
Johan.
Johan's breath hitched when Daniel's piercing gaze locked onto him. He hadn't moved, yet Daniel had spotted him with alarming speed. It was unsettling. Johan had thought he could stay hidden, watching from afar, but Daniel was always one step ahead.
Before Johan could process the situation, Gun moved. With sudden, lethal speed, he lunged toward the group, his body a blur as he prepared to strike. The air around him seemed to tremble with the force of his intent.
But Daniel was faster.
In a flash, Daniel's hand shot out, gripping Gun's face mid-air. The impact stopped Gun's assault instantly, his body freezing in place as Daniel's fingers pressed into his skin. Gun's eyes widened in shock as he stared through the gaps between Daniel's fingers, catching sight of something familiar.
Daniel's sclera had turned pitch black, and his irises gleamed with a ghostly white light. It was an eerie, inhuman sight that made even Gun falter.
"We'll fight properly when your body is healed," Daniel said, his voice calm yet commanding, carrying an authority that left no room for defiance. "But for now, rest."
Without another word, Daniel effortlessly lifted Gun into the air. The sheer strength in his grip was overwhelming, and before Gun could react, Daniel slammed his body into the ground with enough force to crack the pavement beneath him. The shockwave from the impact rippled outward, and the sound of Gun's skull rattling against the concrete echoed through the street.
Gun's body went limp, his eyes rolling back as unconsciousness claimed him.
The surrounding fighters stood frozen, their eyes wide with disbelief. Zack, Vin, Vasco, Jay, and even Johan, all of them were stunned. Gun Park, the indomitable White Ghost, had been knocked out cold in a single, brutal move.
Daniel stood over Gun's unconscious form, his expression unreadable. 'With this injured body..' Daniel thought, 'You don't stand a chance when I don't hold back.' Gun's legendary endurance and lack of pain had no meaning if he couldn't land a blow.
Satisfied, Daniel turned away from Gun's limp form and walked toward Johan, his presence as imposing as ever. Johan's heart raced as Daniel approached, his mind flashing with memories of the brutal display he had just witnessed.
Daniel crouched slightly with his hands on his pockets, locking eyes with Johan. There was no malice in his gaze, but the intensity was enough to freeze Johan in place. Without a word, Daniel grabbed Johan by the collar, lifting him off the ground like a child.
"Yeah," Daniel said with a smirk, "I'm kidnapping you." Alas.. We have another Diddy disciple..
Before Johan could react, a sudden blur of motion caught Daniel's attention. A ruthless, high-speed punch tore through the air, aimed directly at Daniel's neck. Daniel's instincts kicked in immediately. He twisted his body, raising his leg to deflect the blow with a powerful kick. The sheer force of the attack caused Daniel to slide back slightly, though he never loosened his grip on Johan.
His eyes narrowed as he turned to face the source of the attack.
Gun was standing again.
But something was different. His body moved unnaturally, his limbs jerking with strange precision. His eyes gleamed with a spectral green light, and his expression was vacant, devoid of the usual smirk or taunting grin. It was as if Gun's consciousness had been entirely stripped away, leaving only raw instinct and muscle memory.
Daniel's heart sank slightly. He had seen this before. Ultra Instinct.
But this wasn't the controlled, conscious version Gun was known for. This was something far more dangerous, a primal, unconscious state where the body operated on pure instinct, without thought or hesitation. Gun's body had entered a state of unconscious combat, driven by his Yamazaki bloodline, a monstrous force that ignored fatigue, injury, and even logic.
Gun's body shifted into a predatory stance, his movements fluid yet erratic, like a beast driven purely by survival. The aura around him was different now, he wasn't just fighting anymore. He was reacting to everything, automatically countering any threat that appeared before him.
Daniel's grip on Johan tightened as he assessed the situation. 'He's still out cold,' Daniel thought, watching Gun's movements carefully. 'His body's moving on its own... This isn't Gun anymore.'
The tension in the air thickened as Gun's glowing eyes locked onto Daniel. Without hesitation, Gun charged again, his fists swinging with deadly precision. But Daniel was ready. He released Johan and prepared to meet Gun's unconscious fury head-on.
"Fine," Daniel muttered under his breath, his eyes narrowing with anticipation. "Let's see how far you can take this."
The fight was far from over.
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