The atmosphere inside the restaurant was electric, the air heavy with tension as Shota stood his ground, facing the two gang leaders alone. The flickering lights cast long shadows across the room, their erratic glow reflecting off the scarred man's gloves and the red-haired woman's whip, both weapons thrumming with an ominous energy.
Shota's stance was calm, almost relaxed, as he stared down his opponents with silent resolve. His eyes, sharp and focused, tracked their every movement, anticipating their attacks before they even began. The scarred man and the red-haired woman exchanged a glance, both smirking with confidence. They thought this would be an easy fight.
Kazuya was still lying on the ground and his condition was not good either.
The scarred man, with his cold, calculating eyes, was the first to move. He lunged forward, his gloved hands glowing with a strange energy that manipulated the very air around him. A blast of concussive waves shot from his hands, distorting the air as it hurtled towards Shota with incredible force.
But Shota merely shifted to the side with a fluid motion that was almost lazy. The wave of energy crashed into the wall behind him, tearing it apart with a deafening roar, but Shota remained untouched, his expression unchanged.
"What the—?" The scarred man growled, his eyes narrowing as he prepared to unleash another attack.
"Don't hold back, darling" the red-haired woman said, her voice dripping with mockery as she twirled her whip in a graceful arc. "Let's show him what happens when you mess with Yuxinho gang."
She snapped her whip forward, the weapon extending unnaturally as it lashed out at Shota with blinding speed. The whip cracked through the air like a thunderclap, its tip glowing with a dangerous energy that could easily rip through flesh.
Shota didn't flinch. He ducked low, the whip passing harmlessly over his head, then twisted to the side as the scarred man followed up with another wave blast aimed at his chest. The two attacks converged on him, but Shota flowed between them like water, avoiding both with a precision that left the gang leaders momentarily stunned.
"Is he toying with us?" the scarred man snarled, his frustration growing with each missed attack. He clenched his fists, the energy in his gloves crackling angrily as he prepared another assault.
"No way this guy's that fast," the red-haired woman muttered, her playful tone starting to slip into something more serious. She flicked her whip back, coiling it around her arm as she studied Shota with narrowed eyes. "Is he??? No... He's just lucky... Let's see him dodge this."
The two leaders glanced at each other before they moved in unison, they were launching a coordinated attack with lethal intent. The scarred man slammed his palms together, sending out a shockwave that distorted the air around Shota, trying to trap him in a vortex of crushing force. At the same time, the red-haired woman struck with her whip, the weapon extending in a wide arc to cut off any escape route.
For a moment, it looked as though Shota would be caught, the deadly combination of force and speed converging on him from all sides. But then, in a move so smooth it was almost impossible to track, Shota stepped back, his body seeming to blur as he slipped through the narrowest of gaps between the attacks. The shockwave tore apart the floor where he had been standing, while the whip cracked against the air, hitting nothing but empty space.
The two gang leaders were visibly shocked now, their confidence beginning to waver. They had thrown everything at him, and yet Shota remained untouched, his eyes cold and unyielding as he stared them down.
"This isn't possible!" the scarred man spat, anger flaring in his voice. "No one's that fast!"
The red-haired woman's smile was gone, replaced by a tight-lipped scowl. "He's an outcast!" she said, her eyes narrowing as she tried to understand what was happening. "This is bad... This is really bad"
"Enough games," the scarred man growled as he was denial. "Whatever he is he surely won't dodge this!!!"
With a furious shout, the scarred man unleashed his most powerful wave attack yet, focusing all the energy in his gloves into a single, devastating blast. The shockwave tore through the air, a destructive force that warped everything in its path as it surged towards Shota.
At the same time, the red-haired woman regained her composure and lashed out with her whip, charging it with a deadly energy that crackled with intense heat. The whip glowed a fiery red as it snapped forward, aiming to cleave through Shota in a single strike.
The combined assault was overwhelming—two unstoppable forces converging on a single point. But just as the attacks were about to hit, Shota's eyes flashed with a sudden, intense light. His body moved with a speed that defied comprehension, blurring out of existence as he dodged both attacks with impossible grace.
The shockwave and whip collided with each other, the resulting explosion rocking the entire room. The force of the blast sent debris flying, smoke and dust filling the air. But when the dust settled, Shota stood unharmed, his fist were raised, his eyes locked on his opponents.
The gang leaders stared at him in disbelief. 'How had he dodged that? It didn't make any sense.' But before they could react, Shota moved, his body a blur of motion as he closed the distance between them in an instant.
With a single, precise strike, Shota's delivered a powerful punch at the scarred man, which made him fly across the room, the female gang leader was shocked because in an instant she saw her partner lying down in debris near the wall
It took a few seconds for the scarred man to realize what happened, because he was at lost for words.
But it didn't take a while for him to immediately get up and start pouring out curses at Shota. "You bastard!!! What are you!?" He shouted, his voice filled with rage and fear.
The red-haired woman was equally stunned, her whip hanging limply in her hand as she stared at Shota with wide eyes. "He's… he's too fast," she whispered, her confidence shattered. "We can't even see him move…"
The realization hit them both at the same time. Shota's ability was something far terrifying. Each time they attack him, his speed becomes quick enough to dodge their attacks, and even when they increases the speed of their attacks, his speed increases and makes him more quicker.
His ability grants him the power to increase his overall speed, which can make him automatically dodge any attack of his opponent. What's more intriguing was Shota's extraordinary Battle IQ, Shota's style of fighting was boxing and the way he fought his opponents was amazing.
Shota moved again, his was like a blur as he unleashed a flurry of quick jabs, each one aimed at the leaders with deadly precision. The scarred man barely managed to dodge the first two strikes, but the third caught him at the chest, which made him cough blodd. He stumbled back, gasping in pain, his eyes wide with terror.
The red-haired woman lashed out with her whip, desperate to keep Shota at bay, but he was already inside her guard. With a swift motion, Shota disarmed her, the whip falling to the ground with a clatter as he knocked her to the ground with ease
For a moment, there was silence, the two gang leaders frozen in place, their lives hanging by a thread. Shota's eyes were cold as he stared them down.
The scarred man trembled, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Y-Your a monster…" he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. "A MONSTER!!!"
The red-haired woman swallowed hard, fear and desperation etched across her face.
Finally, Shota steped back. The gang leaders were on the ground, gasping for air, their bodies trembling with shock and fear.
They had been defeated—utterly and completely. And as they lay there, trying to comprehend what had just happened, one thought echoed in their minds: Shota was no ordinary fighter. He was something else entirely—something beyond their understanding.
And as they looked into his cold, emotionless eyes, they realized that they had underestimated him. And it had cost them dearly.
But suddenly the whole building started to shake....
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Meanwhile somewhere in the restaurant, Toma was struggling to get on his feet. He was running out of options, his energy nearly depleted. But he couldn't give up—not now, not when he was so close. He had one last idea, one last trick up his sleeve.
He reached out with his magnetokinesis, this time focusing on the metal framework of the entire building. It was a risky move, one that could bring the whole place down on top of them. But Toma didn't care. If this was how it had to end, then so be it.
The leader must have sensed what Toma was planning, because his eyes widened in alarm. "You're insane!" he shouted, raising his katana in a defensive stance. "You're gonna bring the whole building down!"
But Toma didn't respond. He pulled with all his might, ripping the metal framework from the walls and ceiling. The entire hall trembled as the metal groaned and twisted, the building threatening to collapse. The leader braced himself, his katana glowing brighter than ever, ready to counter whatever Toma threw at him.