Chapter 82: Rio Vs The Whip Twins
Rio stood with casual menace, chain in hand, each link glinting like a predator's smile.
The metal slithered around his arm, coiled and ready.
Across from him, two Moon Gang fighters moved in tandem—twin brothers with matching sneers and whips crackling with Ki.
They didn't speak.
They didn't have to.
The air between them sparked with anticipation.
Rio tilted his head, a crooked grin spreading across his face. "Pretty boys," he said, voice low and mocking. "Let's tangle."
The twins moved like mirror images—perfect sync.
Their whips snapped out with a shrill whistle, slicing through the air with deadly precision.
Rio slid left, feet skimming across the gravel, chain spinning with measured grace.
One whip came too close—he caught it mid-swing with his chain, the metal links snagging the tip in a tight coil. With a sharp tug, he pulled.
The first twin stumbled forward, off-balance, eyes wide.
That's all Rio needed.
