"That would've been a problem," I murmured.
Then, with a sharp exhale, I spun mid-air, twisting my body like a shadow in the wind. My feet found solid ground a few feet away, landing with effortless grace.
I turned my gaze back to him, my smirk never fading.
The man in the blue suit pulled his hand from the shattered rock, shaking off the dust and debris. His red aura pulsed around him like a living inferno. He looked at and scoffed, rolling his shoulders as if loosening up.
"Running away now, huh?" he mocked, his lips twisting into a sneer. "Is that all you're gonna do? Dance around and dodge like a scared little bitch?"
I let out a slow breath, my smirk deepening. "Nah," I said casually, cracking my knuckles. "I was just testing you."
He arched a brow, unimpressed.
"But now?" My eyes sharpened as my black aura rippled to life around , curling in waves like dark flas. "Now, I fight for real. So be prepared."
His smirk widened, his teeth glinting under the headlights around us. "Co!" he barked, his muscles flexing with anticipation. "Let's see what you really got!"
I tilted my head, eyes gleaming. "Hope you won't cry on later."
His eye twitched. With a growl, he lunged, his aura flaring like an explosion.
I shot forward at the sa ti.
Our auras collided first—red and black crashing against each other like two storms raging against the night.
And then—
*BOOM!*
Fists flew. Blows landed. The sound of impact roared through the air like thunder.
He swung—I ducked, pivoting around him with inhuman speed. My counter ca fast—a precise jab to his ribs, then another to his jaw. His body jerked, but he recovered instantly, twisting mid-motion to drive a knee toward my gut.
I blocked, but the force still sent skidding backward, carving trenches into the dirt.
"Tch." I rolled my shoulder. "That all?"
His lips curled. "I'm just getting started, brat."
He vanished again, reappearing right behind . His fist ca down like a teor. I dodged in a blur, flipping back onto a broken car's hood, my aura crackling in the night.
"You running again?" he taunted, walking toward .
I exhaled through my nose. "Just making sure you can keep up."
His smirk dropped. "Cocky little—"
He lunged again, faster this ti, but I was already moving.
The fight beca a blur of speed and destruction.
Despite the relentless destruction, the island remained eerily peaceful. The waves continued their rhythmic dance against the shore, the distant hum of the wind carried on undisturbed, and the world beyond this battlefield remained oblivious to the chaos we were unleashing. The people, tucked away in their quiet lives, had no idea that a storm of fists and fury raged here in the shadows.
He chased, I dodged. He attacked, I countered.
Each missed strike shattered the ground, tore through the air, and sent debris flying.
Then, in a split-second opening, I ducked mid-air, spun sharply, and—
*CRACK!*
My foot connected with his face in a brutal spinning kick.
His body whipped sideways and *slamd* into the ground with a heavy thud, shaking the entire area.
The mont he hit, I was already airborne, flipping forward.
I ca down hard.
*BOOM!*
My legs crashed into his gut, sending a shockwave through his body. Blood shot from his mouth. The ground beneath us cratered under the sheer force.
For a mont, the air went still.
But then—
With a guttural growl, his aura exploded outward.
I barely had ti to move before his hand shot up, grabbing my arm in an iron grip.
"Not bad," he spat, his eyes burning.
Then he *threw* .
My body rocketed through the air, crashing through a boulder before slamming into the ground. I rolled, digging my hand into the dirt to slow myself.
By the ti I was on my feet, he was already there.
A punch ca—fast. I blocked, but the force sent skidding back.
Another. I dodged.
A knee—I twisted, countering with an uppercut that snapped his head back.
His response? that mother fucker just laughed.
"You're pissing off, kid!" he roared, his muscles bulging as his aura flared.
"You were already pissed off," I shot back, dashing toward him.
Our fists t—
*BOOM!*
Then again—
*BOOM!*
Faster. Harder. Strike after strike, our movents blurred, our bodies colliding with bone-shattering force. The ground beneath us cracked and crumbled with each blow.
It was raw power versus relentless skill.
Neither of us held back.
After what felt like a hundred exchanges, we both stood still, panting, our bodies tired, our knuckles bloodied. he obviously took more damange than I did but he is stubborn as anything.
I bet he knows he can't win but still his pride is putting up with a good fight and pushing him forward.
He wiped the blood from his lip, eyes gleaming with battle-crazed delight.
"Let's see," he exhaled, rolling his shoulders. "Who's got more stamina?"
I smirked, tilting my head. "You sure about that?"
Then we *charged* at each other again.
Fists flew. No dodging. No blocking. Just pure, unrelenting force.
*Boom.* *Boom.* *Boom.*
Our fists slamd into each other's bodies, sending shockwaves through the air. The sound of impact roared through the night like explosions. The ground beneath us trembled under the weight of our assault.
He grunted, his movents slowing. I didn't waver. My punches never stopped.
One after another, I drove my fists into him—his gut, his ribs, his face. The more he tried to swing back, the harder I hit.
*Boom.* *Boom.*
His body staggered.
I didn't stop. I overwheld him.
With each punch, he stumbled back. His red aura flickered, struggling against the force of my relentless assault.
Then—With one final strike to his chest—
His body *flew.*
He crashed into the ground, hard, sending cracks splintering outward. The earth itself seed to shudder under the impact.
And then—silence. I exhaled slowly, standing tall.
My fists were still clenched, my aura still burning. I looked down at him.
Beaten. Bloodied. Struggling to breathe.
The ground beneath him was shattered.
And I— I stood over him. The fight was finally mine.
"Arghh... huhh..." He groaned, his breaths ragged and uneven.
I stood over him, my bloodied fist slowly rising before my eyes. The red liquid across my knuckles dripped onto the shattered ground beneath . My chest rose and fell with each steady breath as I looked down at him, watching him struggle to breathe.
I sighed.
Tilting my head up slightly, I let my gaze settle on his eyes—staring right into them, piercing through whatever remained of his resolve. It was as if I am looking straight into his soul, unblinking, unwavering.
"So…" My voice was calm, almost casual. "What did you get by doing all that?"
He inhaled sharply, his chest heaving. "Huff... huff..." But no words ca. He just lay there, staring at , his body barely able to move.
I exhaled through my nose, shaking my head slightly.
"You could've easily lived your life and gotten what you wanted," I said, my voice carrying over the quiet battlefield. "There are so many won here… So many choices. Why force anyone to do anything?"
Silence.
The kind of silence that stretched between two people when there was nothing left to say.
The chilling breeze swept past my face, carrying the salty scent of the ocean. The waves crashed relentlessly against the shore, their rhythmic assault an opposite to the brutality that had just unfolded here.
I swallowed, my throat dry.
Then, slowly, my gaze shifted toward the tallic door embedded in the rock wall.
The place where he took that girl. My brows furrowed slightly.
"And…" I tilted my head toward the door, my voice dropping to sothing colder. "What's inside? What the hell is beyond that door?"
I let the question linger, my black aura still faintly flickering around .
"Because I'm going in," I continued, my voice like steel. "And I'm putting an end to it all."
At first, he didn't react. Then…
A small twitch at the corner of his mouth.
His lips parted slightly, and a low, raspy sound escaped him. Then, suddenly—
He laughed.
At first, it was quiet. A weak chuckle from his broken body.
But then— It grew louder.
"Hahahaha…"
His lips stretched wider, his bloodstained teeth showing as his laughter deepened.
His body shook with it, his cracked ribs no doubt screaming in pain, but still—he laughed. The sound echoed into the night, carried away by the cold wind.
I didn't move. I didn't react. I just stood there, watching him.
I narrowed my eyes, watching as his laughter grew louder, wilder—twisted into sothing almost inhuman.
"Turning into a psychopath, huh?" I muttered, my voice edged with both irritation and unease.
He didn't respond. Didn't flinch.
Just kept laughing—low at first, then rising into a deep, guttural cackle. His gaze, dark and hollow, stayed locked onto mine, his red-stained teeth flashing under the dim glow of the car headlights. His entire body shook, as if his own madness was consuming him from the inside out.
I exhaled slowly. "You were always one anyway," I sighed, my voice flat, almost tired.
But he only laughed harder.
Bwahahahahaha!
The sound erupted, louder than before, raw. It echoed so violently against the rocks and the shore that, for a mont, even I found it unsettling.
The chilling night air did little to suppress the creeping discomfort.
The waves crashed. The wind howled. But all I could hear was him.
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