The Unification and the Ghost's Power
Jinwoo stood atop the new hierarchy. He controlled the North's muscle, the West's strategy, and the East's money. All that remained was the final, most dangerous crew: the South Crew of traditionalists.
Jae-wook approached Jinwoo, his notebook closed. "The Ghost is pleased. You are now the single King of the city's underworld. The last piece is the South Crew, but they won't bow easily. They have a connection to the martial arts world—a teacher, a Master who protects them."
Jinwoo realized the true scale of Chairman Kwon's operation. He wasn't just controlling high school gangs; he was controlling the city's entire shadow network, using it as a training ground for exceptional fighters.
The Master of Flow
Jinwoo didn't wait for a challenge. He knew he needed the un-copyable skill of Commander Han to truly break free of Kwon. He had to understand Flow Disruption.
Jinwoo tracked down the Commander's training regimen and observed him for two days, forcing himself to copy every fragmented, anti-rhythmic movement. The headache was constant, crippling his ability to use his other Echoes.
Then, Jae-wook handed Jinwoo a new file: the true identity of the South Crew's Master.
The Master was a renowned, retired martial artist who had secretly trained many of the world's greatest fighters—including, years ago, Commander Han.
Jinwoo understood the connection. The South Crew Master was the key to understanding Han's Flow Disruption.
The Final Confrontation (Part 1)
Jinwoo confronted the South Crew Master at a secluded, mountain dojo. The Master was ancient, frail, but his eyes held the weight of centuries of training.
"You are the mimic," the Master said, without preamble. "You steal life's work without paying the price. You are brilliant, but you are empty."
"I pay the price in pain and effort," Jinwoo countered. "I use the knowledge to fight the systems that oppress us."
"Then show me the emptiness," the Master challenged.
The Master moved—not with speed or power—but with pure, perfect rhythm. He was the anti-thesis of Commander Han. His movements were continuous, fluid, and utterly harmonious.
Jinwoo realized his mistake. Commander Han's un-copyable style wasn't random; it was the perfect disruption of perfect flow. To copy the disruption, Jinwoo first had to copy perfect flow itself.
Jinwoo activated his Mimicry on the Master's movements. This was the final, greatest blueprint: The Echo of Pure Harmony. The pain was not headache, but blinding serenity—the sensation of every muscle and joint moving in perfect, effortless concert.
He had it. The blueprint for perfect harmony. Now he could truly understand the Master's greatest student: Commander Han.
The World is Bigger
Jinwoo's phone buzzed. It was Jae-wook, his voice tight.
"Forget the Master, Jinwoo. Chairman Kwon has initiated Phase Two."
"What is Phase Two?"
"This isn't just a city game anymore. The Four Major Crews structure exists in every major city globally, feeding fighters to a central organization called the Syndicate. You just won the local league. Now you have to compete in the global tournament. Kwon is sending you to Japan to eliminate the Tokyo King."
Jinwoo looked at the Master, who smiled sadly. "The world of fighting is far larger than your high school, boy. And the strongest fighters are the ones who learn to copy the world itself."
Jinwoo, the young King, stepped out of the dojo, the blueprint of Pure Harmony integrating with his arsenal of chaos and precision. His new target was a foreign King, and his ultimate opponent was the Syndicate itself.
Jinwoo is now the unified King of his city and has the ultimate key to Commander Han's skill. His next opponent is the King of Tokyo, marking his entry into the global conflict.