The Mantis fighter moved in swiftly, his feint catching Julyan off guard. A solid punch landed, causing Julyan to stagger. The Crane fighter, seeing an opening, delivered a sharp kick to Julyan’s midsection, forcing him to step back. Before he could regain his footing, the Rabbit fighter darted in with blinding speed, landing a blow to Julyan’s chest that sent him reeling.
The Serpent fighter, ever opportunistic, circled around Julyan, striking with a fluid motion that seemed impossible to predict. Meanwhile, another fighter unleashed the Phantom Cyclone technique, a whirlwind of punches that left Julyan struggling to defend himself. The sound of fists connecting with flesh echoed through the room, each hit pushing Julyan further into a corner.
Baldy watched with a satisfied grin, his laughter cutting through the tension. “He deserves this,” he said, relishing Julyan’s apparent downfall.
The leader joined in, his voice laced with mockery. “That’s what happens when you underestimate our team,” he taunted, clearly enjoying the turn of events.
The gangster with deep-set eyes chuckled, adding his own jab. “If you can’t handle them, you’ll be in real trouble with the pro boxers,” he sneered.
Another gangster, stroking his lone beard, watched with a smug expression, clearly entertained by the unfolding drama.
Julyan’s companion felt a wave of anxiety wash over him, his mind racing with worry. The situation looked grim, with Julyan seemingly overwhelmed by the relentless assault.
The fighters pressed their advantage, their coordinated attacks leaving Julyan with little room to maneuver. But unbeknownst to them, a smile crept across Julyan’s face. Suddenly, he burst into a loud, almost maniacal laugh. “Impressive! I’m actually enjoying this,” he shouted, his voice echoing through the room. “I love your teamwork, but…” he chuckled, “it’s not enough!”
With a swift motion, Julyan mimicked the Serpent’s attack, striking the Crane fighter with precision. The Crane staggered back, eyes wide with shock. Julyan’s movements were fluid, almost as if he had been practicing their techniques for years.
As the Mantis fighter lunged at him, Julyan sidestepped effortlessly, using the Crane’s graceful evasion technique to avoid the attack. “Too slow!” he taunted, delivering a swift kick that sent the Mantis sprawling.
The Rabbit fighter, known for his speed, tried to catch Julyan off guard with a rapid series of strikes. But Julyan, having observed the Rabbit’s tendency to overextend, used the Serpent’s fluid counterattack to exploit this weakness. “You need to pace yourself!” he laughed, landing a precise blow that left the Rabbit reeling.
Seeing an opportunity, the Serpent fighter attempted to ensnare Julyan with his unpredictable movements. But Julyan, having already mastered the Phantom Cyclone, spun into action, using the whirlwind of punches to disrupt the Serpent’s rhythm. “Caught in your own trap!” he jeered, his laughter echoing through the room.
The room was filled with the sound of fists and laughter, as Julyan turned the tide of the battle. The fighters, once confident, now found themselves on the defensive, bewildered by Julyan’s sudden prowess. He combined the strengths of their techniques, seamlessly transitioning from one style to another, each move calculated to exploit their weaknesses. “Is this all you’ve got?” he taunted, his voice filled with mockery and delight.
The three gangster bosses watching from the sidelines were in disbelief. The bald gangster’s eyes bulged comically, like a character from a cartoon. The one with deep-set eyes had his jaw drop so low it seemed to touch the floor, while a stream of snot comically dripped from his nose. The single beard hair, unable to process what was happening, stood frozen, his expression a mix of shock and confusion, as if he had just seen a ghost.
Julyan, still in high spirits, continued to press his advantage. “Come on, I thought you were supposed to be the best!” he shouted, his voice carrying a playful edge. “Show me what you’ve really got!”
Julyan’s companion rubbed his eyes in disbelief at the sudden turn of events. “Is this real?” he whispered, unable to believe what he was seeing. He blinked, and his eyes sparkled with excitement as he realized Julyan was truly dominating. “Mr. Hawk is amazing!” he exclaimed.
The leader of the group snapped back to reality, seeing his men struggling. “Charge! Attack him!” he shouted angrily at the remaining four fighters. Julyan saw them approaching and felt even more exhilarated. “Come on, entertain me,” he shouted, meeting the four head-on.
Boom!
Julyan exchanged blows with the four, and soon the other five regrouped and joined the fray. It was one versus nine, but it seemed to be no problem for Julyan, who appeared to be enjoying himself even more.
“What a battle junkie!” the three bosses exclaimed in unison, watching Julyan’s expression.
Slam!
Baldy slammed the table, “What’s happening?! Who is this guy, and why is he so skilled in combat? Nine people are nothing to him even though he’s alone!” he said, his jaw clenched as he watched the fight.
“It seems your men aren’t enough either,” remarked the deep-set-eyed gangster.
“Looks like I’ll need my men to handle this one,” replied the gangster with the single beard hair.
As they watched, the battle continued. Julyan, in his element, seemed to dance among his opponents. One by one, he took down the nine, each receiving a unique finishing blow.
First, the Mantis fighter tried to attack from behind, but Julyan quickly spun around, using the Crane’s sweeping kick to knock him down. “Nice try, but not today!” he shouted as the Mantis fell.
Next, the Rabbit fighter rushed in from the side. But Julyan, using the Serpent’s fluid motion, dodged and countered with a powerful punch to the gut. “Too predictable!” he said, as the Rabbit dropped to his knees in pain.
The Serpent fighter launched a series of rapid punches, but Julyan deflected them with the Phantom Cyclone before delivering an uppercut that floored the Serpent. “Caught in your own storm!” he laughed.
The Crane fighter, attempting to recover, was met with a swift elbow strike from Julyan, using the Mantis’ precision. “Stay down!” he commanded, as the Crane crumpled.
As the remaining five attacked simultaneously, Julyan displayed unmatched speed and strength. He used their own weaknesses against them, each punch and kick accompanied by a taunt and a laugh. “Come on, is that all you’ve got?” he jeered, as his opponents fell one by one.
In the end, Julyan stood in the center of the ring, the nine fighters sprawled around him. The bosses, unable to believe what they had witnessed, looked at each other, their faces filled with shock and awe.
“How did he do that?” Baldy asked, his voice tinged with amazement.
“Looks like we need to come up with a different plan,” said the deep-set-eyed gangster.
“It looks like I need to call in my people,” said the gang boss with the single beard hair, pulling out his phone and preparing to make a call. But before he could do so, the leader of the group, who had been watching the fight unfold, suddenly spoke up. “Seems like you all forgot I’m still here,” he said, exuding confidence as he stepped forward.
“Oh, how could I forget? Our boxing champion hasn’t even made a move yet,” Baldy said, laughing as if he couldn’t believe the situation.
On the floor, the three bloodied and battered members of the group exchanged glances, and one of them spoke up, “Yeah, show him what you’re made of, boss!”
Another chimed in, “You can do it, boss! Avenge us!”
And the last one, with a hopeful grin, added, “Teach him a memorable lesson, boss!”
The leader smiled at his men, as if assuring them he could turn the tide. He walked slowly toward Julyan, full of confidence. “No need to call anyone else; this will be over soon,” he declared, preparing to face Julyan himself.
The three gang bosses grinned as they watched the leader step up to challenge Julyan.
“Looks like this is the fight we’ve been waiting for,” said the gangster with deep-set eyes, while another adjusted his single beard hair, seemingly enjoying the show.
“Let’s see if this guy can really take on our champion,” Baldy added, his eyes filled with hope that they might finally turn the tables.
The boxing champion advanced towards Julyan and launched an attack, a smile crept onto the faces of the three gang bosses as they witnessed what happened next.