The air was thick with tension, charged like the moments before a storm.
I stood there, facing off with the disgusting bastard in the blue suit, his red aura crackling like embers ready to ignite, mine black waves flowing around me like living darkness. The only light came from the car headlights surrounding us, casting long, shifting shadows on the ground.
We both walked toward each other, slow, deliberate. Our hands remained in our pockets, the weight of the fight pressing down on the space between us. The ground beneath us seemed to hum with anticipation, as if even the earth knew something violent disaster was about to unfold.
"You’re gonna regret this, kid!!" he snarled, his teeth gritting, his body nearly trembling with restrained fury.
I didn’t even blink. "Make me," I said flatly.
*BOOM.*
Our fists collided mid-strike, the impact sending shockwaves through the ground. The force was so intense that the wind itself seemed to recoil, kicking up a cloud of dust and gravel.
He smirked. I remained expressionless.
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Without a word, we moved.
He lashed out first, twisting his body and throwing a vicious right hook. I ducked, feeling the heat of his aura as his fist sliced through the space where my head had been a second ago. The moment his strike missed, I retaliated with a sharp knee to his ribs, but he pivoted smoothly, deflecting the blow with his forearm.
I followed up with a high kick to his temple—fast, precise—but he leaned back, narrowly avoiding it.
Our movements blurred.
The next exchange happened in a heartbeat. His palm shot toward my chest, aiming to crush me with sheer force. I sidestepped, grabbing his wrist and twisting, but he rolled with it, using my own motion to swing around and launch a knee toward my face.
I blocked just in time, my forearm absorbing the blow, but the force sent me skidding back several feet.
I barely had a second to breathe before he was on me again.
I ducked under his next strike and drove my elbow into his stomach.
"Arghhh..you fucker!!" He grunted but retaliated instantly, his knee rocketing up toward my chin. I tilted my head just in time, feeling the rush of air as his knee barely grazed my cheek.
We separated, circling each other.
He looked down at me, breathing hard but grinning like a madman. "You’re fast, I’ll give you that."
I met his gaze, my voice as cold as the night air. "You’re slow."
His smirk twitched into a scowl.
Then, we clashed again.
We moved so fast that our bodies blurred, only visible in flashes under the car headlights. Every punch, every kick sent shockwaves rippling through the air.
He swung at me—I ducked, my counter-strike aimed at his throat. He twisted away, launching a kick toward my ribs. I blocked, but the force still sent me staggering. I spun with the momentum and kicked off the hood of a car, flipping backward to reset my stance.
He lunged. I caught his wrist, twisted, and threw him.
His body slammed into a nearby rock, shattering it into a spray of dust and debris.
But before I could even register the impact, he was already back on his feet, rolling with the motion, landing smoothly. His eyes gleamed, wild and hungry.
"My turn."
In a blur, he closed the distance and grabbed me by the collar, hurling me across the battlefield.
I twisted midair, flipping over just in time to land on a car’s roof. The metal crumpled slightly beneath my weight, but I barely had a second before he was on me again. He jumped, bringing his fists down like a hammer.
I vanished.
His fists crashed into the car, caving the roof inward with an explosion of metal and glass.
I reappeared behind him, launching a brutal kick to his spine. He stumbled forward but twisted mid-fall, catching himself on his hands before flipping back onto his feet.
His grin widened,
blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.
"Not bad, kid."
I exhaled slowly, rolling my shoulders. "You’re getting slower."
His eyes flared.
With a snarl, he charged again. Our fists met in a flurry of strikes, the sound of impact echoing like gunfire.
*Crack!* *Boom!*
One of my kicks sent him skidding back, his boots digging trenches into the dirt.
He let out a low chuckle, wiping the blood from his lip. "You hit harder than you look."
I tilted my head slightly. "You talk more than you fight. Stop yapping like an old man and do something already."
His grin faltered for just a second.
"Argghh you bet!!" Then, in a burst of speed, he lunged again.
I met him head-on.
We slammed into each other, our bodies twisting and shifting as we exchanged blows at speeds too fast for the normal eye to follow. Each impact sent shockwaves through the ground, causing cracks to spread beneath our feet.
A misplaced kick sent one of his men’s abandoned cars flying. It flipped mid-air before crashing onto its roof with a deafening *boom.*
Another misstep caused a rock formation to explode into dust under the force of our strikes.
This was no longer just a fight.
It was destruction incarnate.
For what felt like minutes, neither of us gained the upper hand. Every attack was met with an equal counter. Every throw was balanced with a perfect recovery.
We stopped, breathing hard, the ground beneath us a ruined mess of shattered stone, crushed metal, and deep cracks.
The man in the blue suit stood there, fists clenched, his breath uneven. His once-pristine suit was torn, blood splattered across the fabric. His hair, once slicked back, now hung wildly over his forehead.
Then, his smirk returned.
With a low chuckle, he reached up and *ripped* off his tattered suit jacket, tossing it to the ground. His muscles, now fully exposed, flexed and swelled, veins bulging as his aura flared even hotter. His red energy burned brighter, more intense, his body seeming to *grow* with sheer rage.
He cracked his neck, rolling his shoulders. His grin stretched, manic and wild.
"Come on, sweetheart!!" His voice was thick with anticipation. "Time for round two."
I sighed, rolling my eyes. Then, without a word, I reached up and shrugged off my jacket, letting it slide to the ground.
He watched me closely, his eyes hungry for violence as I took a slow step forward.
Then another. And another.
The night swallowed the space between us once more. The waves crashed violently against the jagged rocks, their relentless assault echoing into the night. The salty breeze curled around us, carrying the scent of the ocean and the remnants of destruction from our battle. The air was thick with tension, our auras burning against each other like colliding storms.
Across from me, he stood tall, his chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. His red energy flickered and pulsed, licking at the ground beneath him.
"Now, this is about to end!" he declared, his voice a sharp growl, his teeth clenched in fury.
I exhaled through my nose, tilting my head slightly. "You’ve been saying that for a while now." My lips curled into a smirk. "All I see are big empty words… from a big empty man."
His smirk twitched and he became expressionless.
Then, in an instant, he disappeared.
I caught the faint flicker of his energy—too fast for normal eyes to follow—but I was already moving.
Behind me.
My arm shot up in a half-turn, blocking his strike at the last second. Our arms collided with a force that cracked the ground beneath our feet. My body barely shifted, but his expression faltered, just for a second.
I let out a small, amused hum. "Looks like I hit a nerve."
His eyes flared. With a sudden burst of speed, he twisted, shifting his weight. Before I could press my advantage, he drove his fist downward, straight into the ground.
BOOM.
The entire earth beneath us exploded.
A shockwave of red energy tore through the ground, sending debris and jagged stone flying in every direction. I leapt just in time, flipping backward through the air as chunks of shattered earth rained down below me.
From my airborne position, I let out a quiet laugh. "Alright…" My body twisted mid-air, my aura flaring around me in a dark ripple. "Now it’s time to get serious—I’m done with my warm-up."
The instant my feet touched the ground, he was already in front of me.
No warning. No hesitation.
A colossal fist, far larger than his own body, surged toward me, his red aura warping and expanding around it like a beast set loose.
I barely had time to react.
I bent backward at the last possible second, the force of his punch tearing through the air just inches from my face. The impact behind me was devastating—the stone cliff shattered like fragile glass, obliterated into dust. The shockwave rushed past, a crimson glow slicing through the night.
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"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 fight had only just begun.