Kazuma stood still, his body covered in horrifying bruises, yet there was no trace of pain on his face. Instead, his face now looked cold, and even his aura changed drastically.
The atmosphere around them instantly turned heavy, tense, filled with a threat that felt all too real. The bespectacled man, who had always worn a playful smile, now bore a serious expression.
He could sense the significant change within Kazuma, as if his opponent had transformed into a far more intimidating figure.
"Things are getting interesting," murmured the man in a low voice, his eyes narrowing slightly as he steadied his stance.
"But I won't back down just because your aura has changed."
The man suddenly lunged forward, this time using fast hand techniques. A powerful straight punch flew from his right hand, but Kazuma raised his arm, blocking it with ease, even though the punch felt as heavy as a sledgehammer blow.
Without pause, the man continued with a series of rapid Wing Chun strikes, his hands moving swiftly as if wielding a sword.
Kazuma did not retreat; he blocked and took several blows, yet his large and tough body remained standing.
"Damn, his body is like steel!" the man screamed in his mind.
Realizing his attacks were ineffective, the bespectacled man suddenly switched styles. With an almost imperceptible move, he used grappling techniques from Jiu-Jitsu.
He grabbed Kazuma's arm, trying to bring him down with a throwing technique, but Kazuma instead stomped his foot on the ground, anchoring his solid body like a mountain.
The arm that the man had seized instead gripped back, twisting the man's body, and with one strong move, Kazuma kneed him right in the stomach.
A loud thud echoed, causing the man to stagger backward, gasping for air.
The man groaned, slightly surprised at Kazuma's raw strength. However, he didn't stop there.
This time, he took up a Muay Thai stance, his elbows and knees ready for close-range combat.
He launched a quick elbow strike toward Kazuma's head, but Kazuma dodged with reflexive ease, avoiding the attack, and then bashed his head into the man's chest. A harsh collision occurred, forcing the bespectacled man back again.
"He's not just tough... He's dangerous," the man thought to himself.
Elsewhere, one of Kazuma's henchmen who had been beaten earlier stood at a distance, watching with a bewildered and horrified look.
His eyes followed every movement in the fight, seeing each strike unleashed by the two fighters like a battle between two monsters.
"The bespectacled man is fast, his movements like a deadly dance, every step full of technique and strategy. But Kazuma... he's like a wild beast. He relies on pure strength, disregarding any technique, he just wants to crush his opponent," the henchman thought.
The fight intensified even further. The bespectacled man released a low sweeping kick aimed at Kazuma's leg, a typical sweeping maneuver from Pencak Silat.
However, Kazuma didn't dodge. Instead, he simply lifted his larger foot, stomping his right foot precisely on the man's foot, stopping his movement.
A scream of pain erupted from the bespectacled man, but there was no time to react.
Kazuma with his left hand, grabbed the man's shoulder, and brutally slammed him to the ground. The ground shook as the man's body hit hard, causing dust to scatter.
"Damn... this monster's strength..." the man groaned while trying to rise, his body trembling.
However, Kazuma gave him no time to stand. With a cold gaze filled with murderous intent, he launched a powerful kick straight at the man's body, sending him flying several meters.
On the other side, Kazuma's henchman watching the fight began to tremble. "No way... They aren't normal humans. Every move they make could kill someone in seconds," he thought, his face pale with fear.
Kazuma stepped forward, blood dripping from his nose flowing more heavily, yet his smile grew wider.
The bespectacled man, panting heavily, attempted to stand, but it was clear his strength was waning. Despite this, he didn't back down.
"I'm not done, Kazuma!" he shouted angrily, though his body was already covered with bruises.
Kazuma regarded the man with a cold gaze and replied, "If this is what you call warm-up, then I'll end it now."
Kazuma charged forward with a speed that, while not as fast as his opponent, was full of raw, pure strength. He launched a brutal assault, unconcerned with technique or elegance—only with destruction.
Blow after blow struck the man's body, each hit like a massive hammer smashing hot steel.
Yet, the bespectacled man stood his ground, exploiting openings to counterattack with a combination of Krav Maga techniques—a direct strike to Kazuma's throat that he narrowly avoided with a small movement of his head.
The battle raged on, both fighters trading power strikes. Although the bespectacled man was faster and more technically proficient, Kazuma's raw power enabled him to endure, and slowly but surely, Kazuma's brutal dominance began to take over.
"Stop joking around," Kazuma said coldly before delivering a final punch that struck the bespectacled man's face hard, sending his body crashing to the ground.