Kazuma stood with heavy breaths, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.
His muscular and strong body appeared bruised and wounded, yet his expression was cold, as if he had just finished a fight with ease.
He thought it was all over—that no one else could stand against him.
But before he could celebrate his small victory, the bespectacled man, previously lying on the ground with blood on his face, suddenly leaped to his feet.
Without warning, the man launched a series of attacks that were so fast and precise, like a storm suddenly striking without mercy.
Each punch was filled with the strength and emotions accumulated throughout the fight.
"Impossible...!" one of Kazuma's henchmen shouted in shock, witnessing the bespectacled man stand and attack Kazuma again.
His attacks were relentless, each punch targeting vital points, as though he had studied all the weaknesses of Kazuma's large body.
Kazuma, who previously seemed like an invincible monster, was now unable to retaliate.
Each punch from the bespectacled man landed perfectly on Kazuma's face, stomach, and ribs.
His movements were swift, full of determination, and this time there was no mercy. He attacked with a single goal: to destroy Kazuma.
"This is no longer a battle... It's an execution..." thought a spectator watching the brutal scene.
The bespectacled man gave Kazuma no chance to breathe. Blow after blow, knees, elbows, and kicks rained down on him.
He exploited every gap. With perfect technique, he hit Kazuma like a living punching bag, incessantly. There was no room for resistance.
Kazuma staggered back, trying to withstand the attacks, but his large body now seemed to have no space to fight back.
Every time he raised his hands to protect his face, the man kneed him in the stomach. When Kazuma tried to retaliate, a hard punch to his jaw made his head briefly snap backward.
"Is this the end...?" whispered Kazuma's henchman, watching the bespectacled man continue attacking his boss with all his might.
The climax of the assault came when the bespectacled man jumped into the air, spun his body, and delivered the final kick—a deadly "Mae Geri," the Muay Thai front kick aimed directly at Kazuma's chest. With all his remaining strength, the kick struck Kazuma's body like a giant hammer.
Kazuma was flung backward. For the first time in this fight, he wasn't just pushed, but truly fell to the ground. His muscular body hit the floor with a loud thud. The air around was silent, with only the ragged breaths of the bespectacled man remaining.
Kazuma lay motionless on the ground, his chest rising and falling slowly, indicating that for now, he was defeated.
However, the bespectacled man was also not in good condition. After that final kick, his body could no longer hold up. His legs trembled, then without warning, he too collapsed to the ground. His face showed immense exhaustion, and his breath was now gasping, almost inaudible.
Elsewhere
The spectators watched the scene in disbelief. "They're both... down. There's no winner," muttered Kazuma's henchman. Both Kazuma and the bespectacled man lay on the ground, neither able to move.
In this fight, although the extraordinary technique and determination of the bespectacled man successfully brought Kazuma down, it was not a complete victory. The man himself could not rise again.
His body was exhausted, severely wounded from his own attacks that drained all his strength.
Silence returned to the school rooftop. In the middle of it, the two fighters who had given their all now lay helpless, each unable to continue the battle.
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The bespectacled man gasped for air, lying on the ground with blurred vision, convinced that Kazuma was down. His breath was heavy, his muscles felt burning, and his body couldn't move. However, amidst the relief and exhaustion, there was a sound of heavy footsteps that made his heart sink.
Kazuma, with a battered body, rose again. He got up slowly without using his hands, relying only on the strength of his muscular legs to support his wounded body. His face was filled with bruises and blood, one of his eyes was terribly swollen, and his broken arm hung limply by his side. However, the most terrifying was his expression—cold and emotionless, as if pain and injury meant nothing to him.
"Impossible...! How is he still able to stand?" the spectators murmured fearfully. No one could believe that Kazuma, in such a condition, could rise again. "That's not a human... that's a monster," whispered someone in another corner.
Kazuma didn't say a word. He only walked slowly towards the bespectacled man, each of his steps sounding like impending doom.
The man, still lying on the ground, tried to move, but his body wouldn't respond.
"Are... are you really insane?!" the bespectacled man shouted in panic, his eyes widening as he saw Kazuma approaching.
Kazuma didn't stop. With his remaining left hand, he grabbed the collar of the bespectacled man's shirt and lifted him to his feet.
Without giving any chance to retaliate, Kazuma delivered a hard punch to his face.
A loud thud echoed, and the man's body was shoved back by Kazuma's powerful punch, blood spurting from his nose.
That punch was the beginning of the bespectacled man's tragic fate. Kazuma, even with only one usable hand, exploited every attack with brutality and without mercy.
He didn't care about technique or honor; all that occupied his mind was destruction.
Kazuma continued to batter him. His remaining left hand struck the man's face and body repeatedly, each punch like a hammer pounding flesh. Straight punch, hook, and even an uppercut, all executed with full force.
Each strike from Kazuma felt as if it came from a monster, not a human. There was no beauty in his movement—only pure violence.
The bespectacled man tried to fight back, but his body could no longer keep up.
His legs attempted to deliver a low kick, but Kazuma quickly blocked it with his knee, even before the attack could land.
Once again, Kazuma's fist hit his jaw, causing him to reel and retreat.
Kazuma didn't stop. He kicked the man's knee forcefully, bringing his opponent to the ground.
This time, the bespectacled man became a living punching bag.
Every time he tried to get up, Kazuma knocked him back down. The man's nose now bled profusely, his face covered in wounds, and his eyes half-closed from swelling.
"What is this...?" whispered one of the spectators, their eyes unbelieving as they watched Kazuma's brutality. "This is no longer a fight... This is torture."
Kazuma, expressionless, continued to strike with his left fist. Even with only two legs and one hand remaining, each of Kazuma's attacks delivered a force far beyond what an ordinary human body could endure.
The bespectacled man tried to lift his arms to defend, but Kazuma's strength was too overwhelming.
Every block shattered in a single strike, and he could no longer fight back. "Horizontal elbow strike", "knee strike", and even a kick to the ribs were used by Kazuma without mercy. The man's body was flung every time it was hit, but Kazuma always pulled him back only to strike him again.
The bespectacled man finally could no longer fight. Every part of his body felt shattered, and consciousness began to fade from his eyes.
Blood dripped from his mouth and nose, but Kazuma didn't stop. Silently, Kazuma continued to attack him, even though his opponent was almost unconscious.
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"It's... it's over... No way that man can fight back again." The spectators' voices trembled, seeing how the previously strong and agile man had now become a living punching bag in Kazuma's hands.
But Kazuma didn't care whether his opponent was alive or not; for Kazuma, as long as his opponent could breathe, the fight wasn't over.