The overcast sky hung heavy above the old building's roof. The wind blew through the leaves of the trees, making them sway. In front of the statue stood a man, adult, sturdy body, calm posture, and sharp eyes staring straight at the Statue.
"Sorry... I can't let you pass," he said softly, yet with weight. His gaze indicated: this was not a negotiation.
The Statue snorted. "So that means you're going to stop me, huh?"
He had lost patience. His breath quickened. His stare sharpened.
The Statue stepped forward.
Without warning—
WOSHH!!
BHAK!!
The Statue's straight punch hit the man's face. The man's head lifted slightly, but his body didn't budge.
The group behind the man reacted in shock.
"Brother!!"
However, the man only raised his hand, signaling them not to come closer.
"This is part of my responsibility as the Boss."
Blood dripped from the corner of his lips. But he smiled faintly.
His feet shifted. Hands rose.
And he took a boxing stance.
The Statue frowned.
"...That's boxing."
WOSHH!!
The man dashed like a bullet. Covering a one-meter distance in an instant.
The Statue tried to counter with a quick punch to his face.
But the man ducked.
BHUAKK!
A heavy punch landed on the Statue's solar plexus. His breath was stolen.
BHAK!!
A punch to the chin. The Statue's head snapped back.
BRAKH! BRAKH!
Two quick punches to the right and left cheeks.
And—the man's hand gripped the Statue's face, slamming him onto the concrete floor.
DUARR!!
The floor vibrated and cracked. Dust rose into the air.
"I told you, he's no match for my brother!" one of the henchmen cheered.
But the man didn't get carried away; he knew the one he faced was no ordinary opponent.
He quickly retreated by leaping backward.
"He's not finished yet…" he muttered.
And sure enough—
WOSHHH!!
A shadow dashed out from the dust behind him.
The Statue, with a trace of blood dripping from his lip, jumped, spinning in the air.
WHIRLL—BRAAKHH!!
A Tornado Kick!
It hit the man's head from the side. His body was hurled backward.
BHUAKK!
He crashed into the concrete wall beside where the Statue had fallen, cracking it, almost making a hole.
But it wasn't over—
DUGH!!
The Statue's knee struck the man's stomach mid-air.
But... empty.
The man rolled away.
"No wonder you managed to take down Rosa..." he muttered, his sharp eyes fixed on the Statue.
Then—BOOM!!
He dashed at him again. A right punch aimed at the Statue's face, his body leaning left.
The Statue crossed his arms, ready to block.
But...
It was a feint.
A left punch came from the side. Farther. Stronger.
BRAKH!!
The Statue was thrown to the right.
However, he didn't lose control. On the ground, he twisted his body, then...
BHAK!!
Kicking the man's leg from below.
The man lost balance.
His body flipped over.
DUGH!!
The Statue's next kick hit his stomach, slamming him against the wall.
CRASSSH!!
The wall cracked.
Everyone fell silent.
The man rose, catching his breath. His shirt was dirty.
"...Are you... The Weapon Destroyer? The one rumored? How can someone that strong be in Srengseng?"
The Statue grinned.
"People call me that. But I'm not the strongest."
He imagined the figure of Celsi—a small smile appeared on his lips.
The man stood upright. His gaze changed.
No more games. He attacked again.
But now... he wasn't reckless.
He analyzed. Every move of the Statue was observed, studied.
The Statue's hand rose—reflexively. The man switched strategies.
WHUSSH!!
A sharp kick flew towards the Statue's right temple.
BRAKHH!!
-TO BE CONTINUED-