Fist and fist collide.
They are pushed back.
Leg and leg crash together.
They are pushed back.
Head and head slam into each other.
Again.
Again.
Again.
They keep getting pushed back, over and over.
“...Kgh.”
But.
He wasn’t about to fall.
No.
He wasn’t about to stay down.
Get up.
He forces his body back to its feet.
“Grrrrraaaaaaah!!!”
Boom!!
“Kghhh...!”
The blow lands squarely on his head, and the other one staggers back.
But then it charges again.
He smoothly twists away the direction of the fist flying in fast, adds force to push it aside, and sends it back toward the face.
But at the same time, another fist comes in from the blind side.
Boom!
“Kkh!”
Thoooom!!
“Ghk...!”
A cross counter lands on each other’s faces, and they widen the distance again.
The breathing is rough.
His vision shakes.
But.
The fiercer it gets, the more savage they both become.
He slides under the charging bastard’s legs, clings to them, and trips him.
He jumps up at once, trying to stomp down with both feet, but instead his foot is grabbed and he’s slammed to the ground several times.
KWAANG! With a thunderous blast, he smashes through solid concrete and falls.
Blood from his split head washes over his eyes once.
Get up.
Once more, he hauls himself up and charges the bastard.
The attacks become more cautious.
Light jabs and straights trade back and forth.
Then they gradually build speed, turning into a clash of flurries.
One mistake in blocking, and it’s fatal.
He’s faster, but it’s hard to land a clean hit.
That state holds for several seconds.
The one who breaks it is him.
He lowers his body and slips beneath the storm of strikes, driving a headbutt into the abdomen.
But a fist comes flying in immediately, and he barely guards it before being shoved back.
A side kick comes in.
He steps onto the kicking leg, springs up, and twists.
Then he lands a roundhouse kick to the jaw.
Right after that, he takes a straight punch to the abdomen and goes down.
Get up.
The pain of broken ribs snapping back into place is beyond words.
Still, thanks to that, his mind clears again.
He leaps along the side of a building, aiming for the bastard’s flank.
But the bastard pulls one foot back and evades.
Instead, he takes an uppercut.
But he immediately spins in midair and counters with his tail.
The bastard charges again.
This time, using [Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist], he twists the bastard’s charge and slams him into the ground.
He throws a straight punch right away, but this time he gets hit with an uppercut from a leg.
But he won’t back down.
While taking the hits, he grips the two legs that have come up from the ground and yanks hard.
“GRAAAAAAAAH!!!”
Like pulling up a root buried deep in the earth, he rips it free.
Then he hoists it up and slams it down.
KWA-GWAAANG!!!
“YOU BASTARD!!!”
His own arm is grabbed too.
He’s thrown again.
Onto the sidewalk, against the outer wall of a building, onto the cement floor.
His jaw is completely shattered, his arm mangled, and the bones all over his body are crushed.
Violence sweeps through him from head to toe, and only when he’s reduced to a ragged mess is he hurled away.
But.
Get up.
We’re not done yet.
His scales glisten, soaked in blood.
By now, he can’t even tell whose blood is whose.
Because both of them are equally drenched.
He regenerates his body and charges again.
He plants a hand on the bastard’s approaching arm and leaps, mouth opening as he rushes for the head.
But then his jaw is seized by the remaining two arms.
And his lower jaw is torn away.
It doesn’t matter.
He does the same, aiming for the bastard’s lower jaw and driving in a thrusting strike.
They’re both drenched in each other’s blood as the distance between them tries to open again.
Now.
Following his instincts, he strikes the bastard’s stomach.
His fist stings.
But he endures it and strikes again.
And again.
And again.
His fist begins to dig deeper and deeper into the abdomen.
With every hit he lands, the bastard’s groans grow rougher.
He speeds up.
This time, he delivers a proper flurry.
He doesn’t aim for multiple places.
Only one.
Focusing on the abdomen, where the armor has been broken the worst.
One blow.
Then another.
With killing intent.
He pours it out.
Thudthudthudthudthudthudthudthudthudthudthudthudthudthudthud!!!!
“GRAAAAAAAAH!!!”
The bastard’s fists begin hammering his side and back.
He endures it.
He plants his feet deep into the ground and focuses only on the bastard’s abdomen.
Don’t stop.
It feels like his arms are about to tear off.
His legs are shaking.
His ribs are crushed again, his intestines are being ripped apart.
His shoulder caves in, and the feeling in his back disappears.
But.
Don’t stop.
One blow.
And another.
As a split second passes in slow motion, he concentrates and drives in one more blow.
Digging deeper and deeper.
KWAK!
“GROOOOOOOOOOO!!!”
He’s grabbed by the nape and thrown away.
He loses consciousness for a few seconds.
He drags his body up from where it’s embedded in the outer wall of a building and lands back on the ground.
Wobble.
“...Ugh.”
The world blurs faintly.
It shakes as if an earthquake is raging all around him.
It’s an illusion caused by his trembling pupils.
...But.
The bastard is definitely shaking too.
“...Gh...huuu...”
The bastard no longer spits out words as an intelligent being.
Neither does he.
They both know it.
Everything about being a thinking creature is meaningless right now.
That is only a privilege for the winner who gets to claim the sweet victory.
The bastard rushes in.
He charges at it too.
They both instinctively know.
This is the end.
The bastard’s hands merge into one and come surging toward him.
He can’t deflect it.
He can’t dodge it.
If it hits, he dies.
But.
He imagines it.
The smooth, gentle water of [Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist].
The flexible, sharp snake of [Snake Bite Fist].
He mixes them together.
He compresses the two colors into one.
He imagines it.
The strongest strike that could possibly exist.
It is.
“Too much talking.”
“It’s another one-punch! This damn—!”
...It’s hopelessly insufficient.
Like an ant reaching out to touch the sky.
He can’t possibly imagine that fist.
He can’t recreate that blow with something this small.
But.
He pours everything into it.
And imitates the degraded version of it.
[Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist]
[Snake Bite Fist]
Arrange.
A snake like flowing water wraps around the fist.
It reverses the direction.
It advances.
With that advance—
[Flowing Snake Bite Killing Fist]
Like a snake’s sharp fangs surging forward, he overlays the image of an unprecedented strongest strike.
And pours all his power into it at once.
Then.
He unleashed it.
Get up.
He drags his whole body upright again.
He can barely see ahead anymore.
His ears are clogged, dull and heavy.
He can’t feel his body.
But he doesn’t stop.
Staggering, crawling across the ground.
He stomps on the bastard’s gaping abdomen.
Only then do his legs give out and he collapses.
...Well.
It really feels like I’ve hit my limit.
What do you think?
He asks the question.
There is no answer.
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