Sun-ho's words echoed in Johan's ears before he was sent flying "We… I think we're gonna get some bad beatings, Johan."
And Johan, with that exhausted smile, had answered, "Yes, he was toying with us from the start."
But now Johan wasn't smiling anymore, His body lay motionless, slumped against the shattered wall, blood painting his jaw, His head tilted awkwardly, his breath shallow, completely unconscious.
The God Dogs members froze, dread thick in their throats, Fear ran like wildfire.
And in the center of it all stood Gun Park.
Like a predator, His eyes glowed with that sadistic hunger, and his grin carried the weight of despair.
"Pathetic," he scoffed "That's it? This is all you had?"
Sun-ho had charged forward despite his battered state, His punch flew, but before it even reached halfway, Gun's fist blurred.
THWACK!
It was like a hammer striking through flesh and bone.
The Ground, cracked open as Sun-ho's body was driven into the ground.
Blood streamed from his scalp, his head having bounced against stone, His vision went white, his body numb For a moment, his consciousness flickered out like a candle.
Gun stood over him, hands in his pockets, his shadow swallowing Sun-ho's form.
"That's it? I really thought you two would push me further More" His grin widened, but his tone carried Disappointment "I thought, maybe, just maybe, you'd make me break a sweat, But no I'm disappointed."
And yet his eyes, madman's, full of fire, He licked the blood from his lip, like a man drunk on "Still, I had fun, I haven't felt this good in years, Not since… Some time ago."
Goo smirked faintly from the sidelines.
"Goo," Gun called without looking back, his tone casual "Take the money, We're leaving."
Johan was unconscious, Sun-ho was crushed, The God Dogs were alive, but their pride had been shattered like before.
But then…
A sound broke the silence.
Shuffle…
Gun stopped mid-step His eyes narrowed Slowly, he turned.
Sun-ho's arm twitched, His fingers clawed against the cracked ground, dragging himself up inch by inch, His knee touched the Ground His head hung low, blood dripping down his jawline, his breaths ragged.
He closed his eyes.
Then opened it again.
His eyes, were burning, A blaze.
Gun's lips curled upward into a wolfish grin "Oh? What's this?"
His voice was Almost amused, But behind it was genuine excitement.
"You're still conscious?"
Sun-ho spat a glob of saliva at the ground, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand His words came steady "Conscious? Of course, Since the very impact."
His gaze rose, locking with Gun's His voice grew firmer, "Do you think a single punch can keep me down?"
Gun blinked once, then laughed.
"HAHAHAHA!" wild and uncontrollable, He tilted his head back, his grin widening "Now this… this is interesting."
He pointed at Sun-ho "You've surprised me Not once, not twice… but three times now."
Gun Park, the devil himself, was acknowledging him.
His eyes glistened with madness, his grin never fading "Nobody, NOBODY! has surprised me like You, Sun-ho."
Sun-ho blurred, lunged forward his body twisting with perfect precision, his knee rocketed upward, crashing squarely into the gun's face, midsection.
The impact folded the larger then Gun's face, a spray of spit and blood, His eyes widened, his body jerked back.
The Sun-ho's face cold, eyes burning.
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NAME:|- SUN-HO
HEIGHT:|- 186 CM
STRENGTH:|- [ XX ]
SPEED:|- [ XX ]
POTENTIAL:|- [ ??? ] [Awakened]
INTELLIGENCE:|- [ S ]
ENDURANCE:|- [ XX+ ]
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Gun smiled with Sun-ho knees in his face, blood dripping.
Gun grabbed Sun-ho's knee which was in his face, and was about to remove it but, Sun-ho spined his leg came crashing down like a Axe.
The heel struck squarely against Gun's face, blood burst outward.
Gun's grin widened "You," Gun licking the corner of his lip "You've gotten stronger, lot stronger Looks like you've finally broken through to that level of strength." His grin spread wider, his eyes gleaming "Hahaha! this is gonna be fun."
Sun-ho didn't waste time with words He tightened his fists, and lunged forward.
His punch cracked through the air like a cannon shot.
BOOM!
The impact slammed into Gun's jaw, snapping his head to the side, Blood sprayed from his lip.
For a fleeting moment, silence reigned.
Then Sun-ho's leg snapped upward.
A roundhouse kick smashed into Gun's temple, forcing him back half a step.
WHAM!
His follow-up, an axe kick descending from above, drove Gun's shoulder down.
THUD!
And finally, a spinning heel kick carved through the air, slamming into Gun's ribs with enough force.
Gun staggered, blood dripping down his chin now, his grin only growing wider with each blow He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and looked at Sun-ho, eyes shimmering with delight.
"Good strength," he admitted, "Very good." His grin turned sharp "But that ain't enough."
And then he moved.
It was like watching a predator His stance shifted, his frame lowered, and his movements turned sharper, more refined, Gone was the lazy brutality he'd been toying with, This was Gun Park, the man who had mastered martial arts, the one who blended them into something monstrous.
BAM!
A brutal Kyokushin strike slammed into Sun-ho's guard, shattering it apart.
CRACK!
A Muay Thai knee rocketed into his gut, driving the breath out of him and nearly folding him in half.
His elbow followed, splitting the skin above Sun-ho's brow.
Gun's movements were relentless, His strikes chained together seamlessly, Every technique flowed into the next, each hit heavier, more brutal, For twenty long seconds, Sun-ho was nothing more than a ragdoll, taking blow after blow, his body hammered against stone, his guard torn apart, his ribs screaming in protest.
The people could barely watch, Every sound thwack, crack, slam, echoed like bones breaking in their ears.
But then
Gun pulled back for a final crushing strike, his fist cocked, his body shifting to unleash another of his devastating combinations.
Gun's fist lashed forward
but instead of crumpling, Sun-ho met it head-on, His arm blocked it The shockwave cracked the ground beneath him, both men's bodies grinding against each other, strength straining against strength.
And then…
Sun-ho's lips curved.
Into a smile.
Not a faint one, Not forced, A full wide, crazy smile.
Gun's pupils dilated, his grin faltering for the first time in the fight.
"What?"
Sun-ho laughed, hoarse, His bloodied teeth shone through "You're right Gun, I'm different." His body surged, every muscle screaming.
Gun's eyes widened.
"You…" he muttered, realization dawning.
Sun-ho's fist slammed into his chest, sending him skidding back.
"You're adapting."
Another strike came, this time stronger than before, tearing through Gun's guard.
"You're getting stronger…"
A knee rammed into Gun's ribs, forcing him back another step.
"…in the middle of the fight."
Sun-ho's fists blurred now, weaving boxing strikes, hooks and uppercuts, Every blow carried more precision, His kicks were sharper, his balance steadier, his movements adapting to Gun's style in real-time.
Gun staggered back, blood trickling down his chin, his grin splitting open once more.
"HAHAHAHAHA!" His laughter rang out, thunderous and wild, He wiped the blood from his face, his chest heaving from the sudden exchange.
"You, Sun-ho…" His voice trembled with genuine excitement "You have it, The ability to get stronger during battle, To evolve." His grin widened, unhinged once more "To adapt like a monster."
And for the first time in years, Gun's eyes shone with something close to madness.
"This… THIS is what I've been waiting for! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!"