The two reinforcements appeared.
The street went silent.
The air grew heavy.
An overwhelming presence pressed down on everyone like a stormcloud.
One of Cho's men stammered, voice trembling:
"H-Hey… it's Juro… the Iron Juggernaut. And with him… Renzo. T-there's no way we can fight those monsters."
Narration: Juro — known as the Iron Juggernaut.
His steps alone made the pavement quake, each thud echoing like a war drum. A towering figure, shoulders broad as stone walls, his very frame looked like it was built to take punishment and give it back tenfold. His style — Kyokushin Karate, reinforced with brutal Catch Wrestling grips — had earned him a reputation in the underground pits where every fight ended the same way: a bone-snapping knockout.
And beside him walked Renzo.
He didn't need size. He didn't need aura. His silence was enough. A pair of wooden sticks dangled from his grip, twirling lazily as though his hands had memorized death. His eyes scanned the battlefield with surgical precision, reading it like a map of openings. A master of weapons — knife, stick, chain, anything — but his deadliest art was Kali Arnis. Unlike Juro's thundering presence, Renzo was a shadow; no theatrics, just the cold certainty that whoever he fought would wake up in a hospital bed, if they woke at all.
Men whispered in fear, stepping back without realizing it.
The Crimson Eclipse fighters gritted their teeth, hearts sinking at the sight.
[Back to Darok]
Darok turned, preparing to leave after knocking out Vamos—
But then—
The ground beneath him frosted over. The air dropped in temperature, breath turning into mist.
Vamos rose again, his presence colder than death itself, the ground cracking with ice as it spread outward. His voice was low, freezing every spine around him.
Vamos: "Not yet."
Chapter 78 End