Akira charged at Zaboru with blinding speed, delivering a punch so fast that Zaboru barely had ti to react. Instinctively, he raised his arms to guard, but the sheer force of the impact rattled his entire body. He felt the shockwave run through his bones, his stance montarily breaking. He tried to fight back, throwing a straight punch, but Akira was far too experienced. With precise timing, Akira caught Zaboru's fist with his palm, absorbing the force before swiftly countering with a powerful kick to Zaboru's gut.
Zaboru stumbled back, groaning in pain, barely able to catch his breath. The force of Akira's kick felt like a battering ram slamming into his ribs. Before he could regain his footing, Akira lunged forward again, aiming a devastating kick at Zaboru's face. At the last second, Zaboru managed to dodge by a narrow margin, his breathing ragged as he struggled to stay focused. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to ignore the pain. His body scread at him to stop, but his mind pushed forward. He couldn't lose. He wouldn't.
Akira grinned, amused by Zaboru's resilience. He dodged and blocked each of Zaboru's attacks with ease, his movents fluid and precise. Then, with a well-tid parry, he deflected one of Zaboru's hooks and retaliated with a brutal straight punch to his face. The impact sent Zaboru stumbling backward, blood spurting from his lips. His head snapped back, the world spinning for a brief mont.
Ayumi scread, pleading with her father. "Dad, please stop! Don't hurt him!"
Akira ignored her, his gaze locked on Zaboru. "Is that all you've got? If this is your best, you don't deserve my daughter."
He dashed forward, ready to finish Zaboru off with a crushing punch. But just before his fist connected, Zaboru reacted, twisting his body and delivering a high kick to Akira's face. The attack caught Akira off guard. He barely managed to block it, but the force sent a sharp pain through his arms. Zaboru didn't hesitate—he followed up with a quick and precise straight punch to Akira's face. For the first ti, Akira truly felt Zaboru's power.
Not wanting to lose montum, Zaboru attempted another move, aiming a spinning roundhouse kick at Akira's head. Akira, realizing the danger, dodged at the last mont, rolling out of the way. But Zaboru was already expecting this. He chased after Akira, attempting a brutal football kick to his shin, aiming to take his balance away. Akira saw through the move and lifted his foot just in ti, countering with a palm strike straight to Zaboru's face.
The impact was severe. Zaboru staggered back, coughing up more blood, his vision blurring. Akira took advantage of the mont, stepping forward and delivering a powerful kick to Zaboru's ribs. The force sent him flying backward, hitting the ground hard. His body scread in pain, his mind clouded with dizziness. His muscles burned, his breathing was labored, and for a mont, he questioned whether he could get back up.
He struggled to rise, his limbs shaking. Thoughts raced through his head. He had trained for this. He had prepared. But Akira was on a completely different level. The gap in skill and experience was overwhelming. As he struggled to get up, doubts crept in. Was this the end? Was he going to die again?
Ayumi's cries reached his ears outside the Arena , she tried to open the door but futile. She was sobbing, desperately pleading with her father. "Dad, please, don't kill him! I'm begging you!"
Akira lood over Zaboru, placing his foot against his neck, applying pressure. "You're nothing, boy. You thought you could stand against ? You'll die here. What are you going to do?"
Zaboru gasped for air, his hands clawing at Akira's leg, his vision darkening. But deep inside, a fire burned. Was he really going to let it end like this? After everything he had built, everything he had worked for? Was he really going to let himself die again?
No. Not this ti!, Not like this!
With a primal roar, Zaboru summoned every ounce of strength left in his body. His hands gripped Akira's leg with a vice-like force, squeezing so hard that Akira's stance wavered for just a mont.
"I'm not going to die!"
With all his might, he wrenched Akira's leg free from his throat, rolling away just in ti. Before Akira could react, Zaboru lunged at him, delivering a vicious punch to his chest. Akira staggered back, his eyes widening in shock at the sheer force behind the blow. Before he could recover, Zaboru spun and unleashed a devastating roundhouse kick to Akira's face, knocking him off his feet.
Akira hit the ground hard but quickly rolled back to his feet, grinning despite the pain. Just as he was about to charge at Zaboru again, the heavy doors of the warehouse colosseum burst open with a loud bang.
Akechi stood at the entrance, panting, his sharp eyes scanning the scene. His gaze locked onto Zaboru, battered and bloodied, barely standing. Ayumi his siter was kneeling on the ground outside the arena, tears streaming down her face. And then there was Akira, his face bruised, his fists clenched, clearly ready to continue the fight. Akechi imdiately understood everything.
His normally expressionless face twisted into sothing terrifying. "Akira Hamazou."
The room fell into complete silence. Akechi's presence alone was enough to shift the atmosphere. With deliberate steps, he walked forward and kicked the tal door behind him, sending a deafening clang through the air. The door rattled violently before swinging open completely.
"Do you have any idea what you've done? You attacked a civilian. A very important one. And worst of all, you attacked your daughter's boyfriend."
His voice was eerily calm, but his entire body radiated a deadly aura. Akira simply grinned. "Who the hell are you, brat? You think you can tell what to do? I'm Ashura of Hamazou. I do what I like."
Akechi's grin matched his, but his eyes were filled with sothing far more dangerous. "I'm the one who always cleans up the sses your ape brain creates. The sa ape brain that thought tattooing your chest made you powerful. But today, you've outdone yourself. You hurt my sister's feelings, and you nearly killed my favorite ga developer."
Akechi took a stance, his fists tightening. "You're going to regret this."
Before Akira could even react, Akechi moved. Faster than anyone could follow, he delivered a brutal punch straight to Akira's face. Akira reeled back, barely managing to block the follow-up strike. But it was useless. Akechi was relentless. He rained down blows at a speed Akira couldn't keep up with. The older man had no choice but to defend, but the force behind each hit sent shockwaves through his body.
In less than a minute, Akechi's assault had overwheld Akira. A final, crushing blow sent him crashing to the ground. He lay there, dazed, his body refusing to move face full bruises and blood.
Akechi exhaled, shaking the blood off his hands before turning away. "Tis are changing, brute. People like us? We're the nace of society. That's why I've been working to ensure our family has a future outside of the yakuza world. But people like you ruin it. I'm escalating this to Grandfather and Granduncle. Let's see if they choose you or ."
Without another word, he turned to Zaboru and Ayumi. He helped Zaboru up, supporting his weight, before guiding Ayumi out of the colosseum.
Akira lay there, staring at the ceiling, his thoughts swirling. Akechi had beco far stronger than he ever imagined. He thought gaming had made him soft, but now he realized how wrong he was. As he closed his eyes, he let out a deep sigh.
Maybe he was the one who had been left behind.
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