When morning came, Ayaan woke up first and stretched.
Ayaan said, "Wake up, everyone… new day, new adventure."
Vasco yawned loudly, "Five minutes more bro…"
Anshuman threw a small stick at him, "Get up, Hulk!"
Waguri laughed softly, "You all are like kids."
Sam was already awake, polishing his watch. "Let's move before the sun gets hotter," he said calmly.
They all ate some fruits, packed their stuff, and started walking deeper into the island. The air was fresh, birds were flying, and the jungle was glowing in morning light.
After some time, they saw a tiny shining creature sitting on a rock.
Waguri gasped, "It's so cute!" She quickly took a photo.
Ayaan smiled, "Add that to the discovery list."
Then they saw a strange, tall tree with silver leaves. Anshuman said, "This place feels magical." Waguri clicked another picture.
They kept exploring—finding glowing mushrooms, rare flowers, and hidden waterfalls.
But suddenly, they noticed smoke rising in the distance. Ayaan said, "Looks like a camp."
Vasco cracked his knuckles, "Let's go check."
When they got closer, five men stepped out from behind the tents, muscular and armed with bats and chains.
One of them smirked, "You saw our camp… now you all have to die."
Ayaan stepped forward calmly, his eyes cold. "Big mistake."
Vasco grinned, "Time to stretch a bit."
Anshuman whispered, "This is gonna be fun."
And the fight was about to begin.
The thugs laughed loudly, cracking their knuckles.
One of them said, "Look at these kids—think they can fight us?"
Another thug yelled, "Let's crush them!" and they all jumped forward together.
But in the next second, the air shifted.
Anshuman moved first—his stance sharp, his kicks lightning-fast. He spun and slammed his heel into one thug's jaw, knocking him into a tree. "Taekwondo, lesson one—don't blink," he said with a smirk.
Vasco stepped in next, catching a punch mid-air and countering with a brutal elbow strike, then a knee to the ribs. "Muay Thai time," he growled as his opponent fell breathless.
Sam barely moved—his hands gliding like water. One thug tried to punch him, but Sam dodged effortlessly and struck his pressure points. The guy froze, unable to move. "Tai chi," Sam said quietly, "soft beats strong."
Ayaan faced the last two. He didn't use any fixed style—just instinct, speed, and power. One thug tried to swing a bat, but Ayaan caught it and slammed a punch so hard the air cracked. The second charged, but Ayaan grabbed him and flipped him over, landing a clean kick to the chest.
The fight ended in under a minute.
All five thugs were lying on the ground, groaning.
Vasco said, "They thought we were weak. Big mistake."
Anshuman dusted his hands, "Next time, they should bring a manual on how not to get destroyed."
Waguri ran to them and said, "You all are incredible!"
Ayaan smiled, "Let's keep moving before more of them show up."
Sam looked back once, his calm voice low—"They weren't the real threat. The island's hiding something bigger."
After walking a while, they found a quiet spot under the trees. The wind was calm, the sea waves faintly echoed from a distance. They decided to rest there for a bit.
Waguri sat beside them, still amazed by what she saw earlier. "You guys were insane back there!" she said, eyes wide. "What fighting styles were those?"
Anshuman stretched his legs and grinned. "I use Taekwondo, and sometimes a bit of Kickboxing when things get rough."
Vasco cracked his neck. "I'm a Muay Thai fighter, but I also trained some Boxing—power and precision."
Sam looked calm as ever. "Mine's Tai Chi, but I mix it with Wing Chun for close combat. It's about balance and flow."
Waguri turned to Ayaan. "And you? What style do you use?"
Ayaan paused, staring at his hands for a moment. "I… don't really know," he said honestly. "I just fight. Whatever comes to my mind."
Anshuman laughed. "That's called the 'no-style' style,' bro. Pure instinct."
Sam nodded thoughtfully. "That's actually dangerous. Fighters like that—unpredictable. Hard to read, hard to stop."
Vasco smirked, "Yeah, that's the scariest kind. No pattern, no weakness."
Waguri smiled. "So basically, you're the wild card."
Ayaan chuckled softly. "Maybe. I just fight to win."
The group laughed lightly, the tension fading as the sun started to dip. But deep down, they all knew—Ayaan's unpredictable style was something beyond just fighting instinct. It was evolving… something that might soon surpass them all.
They walked deeper into the island, leaves crunching under their boots, the air thick with mystery and heat. After a while, Waguri noticed a bright glowing flower near a rock. "Woah… look at this!" she said, crouching down to take a picture.
But before she could, four heavy voices echoed from behind—deep, menacing, and cold.
"Hey… kids."
They all turned sharply. Behind them stood four dangerous-looking men, their bodies covered with scars, tattoos glowing faintly under the sunlight. Each of them carried a weapon—one with chains, one with metal claws, one with dual daggers, and one with iron knuckles.
Ayaan's eyes narrowed. "Not again…"
The man with the chains smirked. "You've entered the wrong side of the island."
Before another word could be said, all four enemies jumped at them with terrifying speed.
Anshuman reacted first—his leg swung high, smashing into one man's jaw with a Taekwondo spin kick, sending him flying into a tree.
Vasco roared and charged forward, blocking the chain attack with his forearm and countering with a Muay Thai elbow strike straight to the ribs—CRACK!
Sam moved like flowing water, catching the dagger man's wrist mid-air and twisting it with Tai Chi precision, flipping him over in a single motion before landing a sharp Wing Chun palm strike to the chest.
The last one came at Ayaan with iron knuckles, swinging furiously. Ayaan didn't even take a stance—he ducked, sidestepped, and caught the man's punch midair, then smashed his knee into the thug's stomach and slammed him down with raw power.
Waguri stepped back in awe as the entire area shook from the impact. The four enemies were down, groaning on the ground.
Vasco smirked, wiping his forehead. "That all you got?"
Anshuman laughed. "They thought we were tourists."
Ayaan turned his head slightly. "Let's move before more come. This island isn't what it looks like."
Sam nodded. "Yeah… this place hides something. And now, it knows we're here."
They walked away, the glowing flower still swaying behind them—its light fading as the jungle fell silent once more.
As they moved deeper into the island, the group's footsteps grew cautious. Suddenly, from behind a cluster of trees, they heard chilling laughter.
"There you are! Thought you could run from us?"
The four dangerous men stepped out again, their muscles tighter, movements sharper, and eyes burning with malice.
"Scared?" one of them taunted, cracking his knuckles.
Ayaan's eyes narrowed. "Not even a little."
The fight erupted instantly. These four were clearly stronger than the previous thugs—they moved with deadly precision.
Anshuman darted forward, spinning and delivering Taekwondo kicks with blinding speed, but one thug blocked and countered with a bone-crushing punch that sent Anshuman skidding back.
Vasco charged head-on, swinging with Muay Thai elbows and knees, but these enemies were faster—dodging and parrying his strikes with terrifying skill.
Sam flowed like water, using Tai Chi and Wing Chun to redirect attacks, but even he had to take a step back when a thug slammed a heavy chain toward him.
Ayaan stepped forward, his aura suddenly intensifying. His fists moved faster than the eye could follow—each punch shattering the air itself, sending shockwaves through the trees. The ground cracked where he struck, and one thug was sent flying into a tree trunk, groaning.
Vasco and Anshuman quickly followed, coordinating their strikes flawlessly. Vasco's elbows slammed into ribs, while Anshuman's spinning kicks knocked another thug to the ground. Sam silently neutralized the last one with a precise pressure-point strike.
Even though these enemies were far stronger than the previous thugs, Ayaan's team moved like a single unstoppable force. Each strike was calculated, deadly, and perfectly timed.
The four dangerous men staggered, panting, their confidence shaken for the first time.
Ayaan looked at them coldly. "You should've stayed home."
The jungle fell silent except for the heavy breathing of the defeated—yet these men were still alive, glaring with rage, knowing the fight was far from over.
After a long day on the island, Ayaan, Anshuman, Vasco, Sam, and Waguri made their way back to the cruise ship. The sun was setting, casting golden light across the waves.
The principal gathered all the students. "The test is over. Let's check the results."
Everyone waited tensely as he opened the report. Ten minutes passed like hours.
Finally, he announced, "The winners are… Ayaan, Anshuman, Vasco, Sam, and Waguri!"
Cheers erupted from their team, and even a few other students clapped respectfully.
"You five have earned tickets to the amusement park!" the principal added.
Waguri jumped excitedly. "We did it! I can't wait!"
Vasco flexed jokingly. "Let's see who can survive the roller coasters after fighting thugs all day."
Sam merely smiled, calm as always. "Fun comes after work."
Anshuman grinned at Ayaan. "Master of all trades, we owe this to you."
Ayaan shrugged, "We did it together."
They spent the next few hours enjoying rides, laughing, and taking photos. It was a rare moment of pure fun and relaxation.
Eventually, the day ended, and they returned to their school. Tired but happy, they knew that while the island test was over, their adventures were only just beginning.
They all met the next day and said, "We should go to the amusement park today!"
"Yeah, let's go!" Waguri cheered.
The amusement park was far, so Sam said, "Let's go in my car."
Everyone's eyes widened. "How rich is Sam?" Ayaan whispered.
When they reached the park, it was huge. Couples walked hand in hand, rides roared in the background, and lights sparkled everywhere.
Vasco looked around and muttered, "I don't even have a female friend…"
Waguri smiled and held his arm. "Don't worry, Vasco, I'm with you."
Vasco felt a little red and nodded, "Thanks."
They all looked at the rides.
"Which one first?" asked Ayaan.
"Roller coaster!" Anshuman shouted.
Vasco said, "I'll bring some candy. You four get in line."
They agreed and started waiting in line. Suddenly, from behind, some fat guys appeared, flexing and laughing.
"Side or get ready to die!" one of them said, grabbing Ayaan's shoulder.
Ayaan turned calmly. "And if I don't get aside, what will you do?"
The leader smirked and raised his hand to slap him.
Before the slap could land, Vasco stepped in front of Ayaan. His muscles bulged, and his tattoos showed.
The fat guys froze.
"You think you can touch him?" Vasco said quietly.
The leader laughed nervously and tried to shove Vasco, but Vasco grabbed his arm and twisted it. The man crashed into a trash bin.
Another fat guy swung wildly at Ayaan. Ayaan dodged, caught the arm, spun, and sent the man flying into the roller coaster railing.
Sam tapped the ground near another thug. A force pushed him back into a support beam, making him stumble.
Anshuman delivered a spinning kick, knocking the last one off his feet, then laughed. "Taekwondo rule: never mess with us."
The leader muttered, "This isn't over," and all of them backed away, bruised and defeated.
Vasco turned to Ayaan. "Next time, don't get grabbed, kid."
Waguri held Vasco's hand. "You were amazing."
Vasco blinked, then smiled. "Thanks."
Ayaan wiped his hands and said, "Let's ride! Now!"
They got on the roller coaster. Waguri held Vasco's hand tightly.
"Ready?" she whispered.
"Always," Vasco said, a little nervous.
The roller coaster climbed, then plunged. Screams and laughter filled the air. Ayaan shouted, "This one's mine!"
They laughed and whooped as the adrenaline mixed with excitement. For a while, the world was only speed, screams, and the thrill of the ride.
After a while, as they walked through the amusement park, a sudden punch slammed into Vasco. He crashed backward into a chair, stunned.
Ahead of them stood a man, calm and intimidating.
Anshuman reacted immediately, launching a spinning kick, but the man caught his leg mid-air and slammed him to the ground with brutal force.
Before anyone could react, the man grabbed Sam and threw him several feet away.
Ayaan shouted, "What are you doing?!" and lunged forward with a punch. The man swung his leg twice in lightning speed — the first seemed like it would hit Ayaan in the stomach, the second slammed into his shoulder, knocking him back.
The man's voice was cold. "Waguri, come."
Everyone froze. Waguri's eyes narrowed. "All those thugs and smugglers you fought? They were my brother's servants."
The four stared at her in shock. "Waguri… you're a traitor?"
She didn't flinch. "I don't care. My brother's name is James."
With that, she and the man vanished from sight.
The remaining four—Ayaan, Anshuman, Vasco, and Sam—looked at each other, wide-eyed.
"Who… who was he?" Vasco finally asked. "And how was he so strong and fast?"
"And which fighting style was he using?" Ayaan added.
Sam adjusted his stance and said, "That was one of the most difficult fighting styles in existence."
He began listing names in a calm voice: "Drunken Fist, Eagle Claw, Leopard Style, Wing Chun, Jeet Kune Do, Bajiquan, Northern Praying Mantis, Southern Praying Mantis, Snake Style, Tiger Style, Monkey Style, Crane Style, Baguazhang, Xingyiquan, Shuai Jiao, Systema, Sambo, and Kalaripayattu."
The four of them stared, realizing just how far above them their new opponent—and Waguri's brother—truly was.
Ayaan turned to Sam, his expression serious. "Sam, can you manage a training room where we can master all those techniques?"
Sam nodded calmly. "I can. But be warned, it won't be easy. Mastering these styles takes extreme focus, strength, and discipline."
Ayaan asked, "By the way… tell me the most dangerous styles among them. Which ones should we focus on first?"
Sam's eyes narrowed. "There are seven styles that are considered the deadliest:
Bajiquan – Short-range, explosive strikes that can break bones instantly. Xingyiquan – Focused linear attacks that hit with the force of a battering ram. Baguazhang – Circular movements that confuse and trap opponents, deadly in close combat. Eagle Claw – Grabs and joint locks that can immobilize or break an opponent. Northern Praying Mantis – Fast, precise strikes aimed at vital points. Leopard Style – Lightning-fast attacks designed to overwhelm opponents. Systema – Russian martial art that uses fluid motion, strikes, and pressure points to incapacitate enemies.
"Master even a few of these," Sam continued, "and you'll be able to fight anyone, even someone like James."
Vasco clenched his fists. "Then we start immediately. No more waiting."
Ayaan nodded. "Tomorrow, we begin our training. Every punch, kick, and move counts. If we don't get stronger, James will crush us."
Sam's expression remained calm but serious. "Prepare yourselves… this training will push every limit you have."
The team felt a wave of determination—they knew their next challenge would demand everything they had.