The brawl erupted like a thunderclap.
Children screamed as mothers pulled them away. Old men and women stumbled out of the restaurant, clutching one another in panic as fists, chairs, and glass flew across the air. The narrow streets of Incheon filled with the roars of battle—Speed Faction versus the Dark Crocodile Society.
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The Speed Faction Fights
At the center, Jaegyeon Na moved first. His long legs swept the floor, launching into a Taekkyeon whirlwind. His kicks were fluid, sharp, graceful, yet devastating—dropping three enemies in quick succession, sending bodies sprawling against broken tables. His strikes had a rhythm, a deadly dance that drew blood and broke bones.
"Come on!" he shouted, his eyes burning.
Sung Jegal rushed forward with a savage grin, his legs snapping like whips. His low sweeping kicks took out kneecaps, his high strikes cracked jaws. One after another, Dark Society men fell screaming.
Roy Kwon slammed his fists like iron hammers, his punches breaking ribs with every blow. The ground seemed to tremble each time he landed a clean strike.
Boknam Lee leapt high, spinning mid-air, his flying kicks landing like cannon fire. Two enemies fell with their jaws shattered. He landed gracefully, ready to launch again.
And Sebastian Kang barreled into the fray, his heavy fists exploding like bombs. He crushed three men with a single charge. But suddenly—
BAM!
A massive punch sent him stumbling back. He caught his footing, spitting blood, and glared.
Standing before him was Cheonmu Ha, the Dark Society's iron-fisted brawler, grinning with cruel delight.
"Hah! Sebastian Kang," Cheonmu sneered, cracking his knuckles. "The so-called tank of Speed. Today, you'll crumble."
Sebastian laughed through his bleeding lip.
"Crumble? To trash like you? Don't make me laugh."
The two slammed into each other, fists colliding like thunderclaps.
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Nearby, Sung Jegal was suddenly intercepted by Tao Ju, blades gleaming in each hand. Tao's eyes narrowed with bloodlust.
"I'll cut that arrogant tongue of yours."
Sung spat on the ground.
"Try it, bastard."
The two clashed—Sung's relentless leg strikes against Tao's flashing knives, sparks flying with every collision.
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Roy and Boknam fought side by side until they were ambushed by two monsters.
Jamal Rashid, the towering foreign mercenary, cracked his knuckles and advanced with a predatory smile. Beside him, Jaun Ryu, one of the Dark Crocodile Society's thousand-squad leaders, adjusted his stance calmly, his aura deadly.
Roy's grin vanished.
"Boknam… looks like this one's serious."
Boknam nodded, spitting blood from his lip.
"Then let's get serious too."
The clash shook the air.
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And at the heart of the chaos—Jaegyeon Na versus Mugak Wang.
The bald giant swung his massive arms, each strike like a wrecking ball. Jaegyeon countered with Taekkyeon's fluid footwork, dodging, weaving, kicking Mugak in the ribs, then ducking under a haymaker. Sparks of rage filled Mugak's eyes as he roared.
"Just like your dead king! I'll crush you too!"
Jaegyeon's face darkened, his fury barely contained.
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Daniel Joins the Fight
Meanwhile, Daniel stood calm amidst the chaos, his disguise intact. He didn't rush blindly. Instead, his movements were precise, efficient. He dismantled Dark Society soldiers one after another with sharp punches and clean counters. Each strike dropped a man, each block turned into a brutal counterattack.
Suddenly, a massive fist came flying toward his face.
CLANG! Daniel caught it mid-swing, his hand locking around the knuckles like an iron clamp.
The attacker grinned wildly—Woongi Yeom, the Dark Society's mad dog, eyes blazing with insanity.
"You've come here to die!" Yeom cackled, saliva flying from his lips.
Daniel didn't respond. His cold eyes bored into him.
Yeom roared and unleashed a barrage of punches and kicks. Daniel blocked them all with chilling calm, then—
THUD! A single kick from Daniel's leg blasted Yeom across the floor, coughing blood as he slammed into a broken wall.
Yeom staggered up, trembling, but froze when he saw Daniel's eyes. Cold. Calculating. Inhuman.
But before Yeom could attack again, three Dark Society soldiers rushed Daniel, blades flashing.
Daniel twisted, parried, countered—his movements sharp as steel. But then—
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The Orphan Kid
From the corner of his eye, Daniel saw it.
The old lady and several children, trapped. Dark Society soldiers surged toward them.
Yeowool Ha rushed to protect them, but she was surrounded. One soldier grabbed the little boy—the same boy who had once asked Daniel if he was a hero—and slapped him hard across the face.
The boy fell, crying, clutching his cheek.
Daniel's eyes widened. His chest froze. For a heartbeat, the world slowed.
The boy's words echoed in his mind—
"Are you a hero…?"
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Daniel Awakens
Without hesitation, Daniel moved like lightning.
He snatched the sword from a Dark Society thug, twisting it free in a spray of blood as the man screamed. His body moved on instinct, flowing into the deadly rhythm he had learned—Takamura Sword Style.
SHNK! SHNK! SLASH!
Blood sprayed across the floor as Daniel cut down the soldier who had struck the child, then spun, blade slicing through three more attackers in an instant.
Yeowool gasped, frozen as Daniel stepped forward, his strikes precise, merciless. The old lady and children behind her were spared as Daniel became a whirlwind of steel.
When he stopped, the restaurant was silent but for the dripping of blood.
Bodies fell around him. Dark Society soldiers—dead.
Daniel lowered the sword, his face blank, but his eyes—cold, ruthless, merciless.
He turned those predator's eyes toward the stunned Dark Crocodile Society leaders.
Mugak, Jaun Ryu, Jamal, Yeom—they all stared in shock. Even Jaegyeon and the Speed members hesitated, watching.
Daniel's voice broke the silence.
"Let's clean this place…" His tone was sharp, deadly, echoing like a death sentence.
"…with their blood."
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