The boxing champion advanced towards Julyan with a determined look in his eyes. As he closed the distance, he launched a series of rapid punches, each one precise and powerful. Julyan, who had easily handled the previous opponents, found himself facing a different caliber of fighter. The champion’s movements were fluid, his footwork impeccable, and his punches packed a serious punch.
The three gang bosses watched with growing anticipation, their smiles widening as they realized this was the fight they had been waiting for. The champion was not just another thug; he was a skilled fighter, and it showed.
Julyan, unfazed by the champion’s reputation, met the attack head-on. He deftly dodged the first few punches, his reflexes sharp and his focus unwavering. The champion, undeterred, adjusted his strategy, throwing a combination of jabs and hooks that forced Julyan to stay on his toes.
As the fight raged on, the champion and Julyan exchanged blows with a fierce intensity. Between the flurry of punches, the champion spoke, his voice steady despite the exertion. “You’re good, I’ll give you that,” he said, dodging a swift jab from Julyan. “But I’ve faced tougher.”
Julyan smirked, sidestepping a powerful hook. “Is that so? Then why are you still struggling to land a clean hit?” he retorted, launching a counterattack that the champion narrowly blocked.
The champion chuckled, a glint of respect in his eyes. “You’re fast, I’ll give you that. But speed isn’t everything,” he replied, shifting his stance to deliver a series of quick jabs that tested Julyan’s defenses.
Meanwhile, the three gang bosses watched the unfolding drama with a mix of excitement and anxiety. Baldy leaned forward, his eyes glued to the fighters. “This is intense. I didn’t expect him to hold his own against our champion,” he admitted, a hint of admiration in his voice.
The gangster with deep-set eyes nodded, his gaze never leaving the fight. “He’s got skill, no doubt about it. But our champion hasn’t shown his full strength yet,” he said confidently, though there was a trace of uncertainty in his tone.
The boss with the single beard hair stroked his chin thoughtfully. “It’s anyone’s game at this point. But if the champion doesn’t finish this soon, it might not end in our favor,” he mused, watching as the two fighters continued their relentless exchange.
Back in the center, Julyan and the champion were locked in a fierce rhythm, each testing the other’s limits. “You’re not bad yourself,” Julyan admitted, blocking a powerful uppercut. “But I’ve got more than just speed.”
The champion grinned, acknowledging the compliment with a nod. “Let’s see what else you’ve got, then,” he challenged, launching into another series of attacks that kept Julyan on his toes.
The champion gave it his all, pushing Julyan back to the edge, nearly cornering him. However, Julyan managed to escape the situation, though the spectators could see that the champion had the upper hand and that Julyan was starting to weaken.
Baldy laughed, proudly declaring, “My guy is strong!”
The gangster with the single beard hair nodded, saying, “No matter how skilled someone is, there’s always a limit to their stamina, and it looks like his time has come.”
The boss with deep-set eyes laughed and cheered for the boxing champion, “Finish him off and teach him a lesson so he’ll remember,” still annoyed by his men’s earlier defeat.
“They seem to be rushing you,” Julyan said, continuing to dodge and retreat.
The boxing champion smirked, “Sorry, but it looks like I need to finish you off,” he said, suddenly becoming faster and stronger.
Julyan’s eyes widened in surprise, “I didn’t expect you to have more speed and power.”
“Apologies, but I need to end this so the bosses can be at peace,” the champion said before unleashing a series of combos-jabs, straights, hooks, and uppercuts.
Julyan nodded, acknowledging his opponent’s strength, “I admit you’re strong, but…” He paused and smiled, “Sorry, but you’ll be disappointed, and those three flies won’t get what they want.”
The champion laughed, taunting Julyan, “Disappointed? Do you still have strength left?” He grinned, “You’re almost exhausted and can’t keep up,” he added, continuing his assault.
Julyan sighed, “Honestly, I was just matching your strength and speed…” Then his eyes lit up as if an adrenaline rush surged through his body, “Now I’ll show you my true power.”
With that, Julyan vanished from the champion’s sight. The champion looked around but couldn’t see him. When he turned, he saw a fist flying toward his face.
Bang!
Julyan’s punch landed powerfully. The scene flipped, with Julyan full of energy, seemingly tireless.
The three bosses were shocked by the sudden turn of events. “Impossible!” exclaimed the boss with deep-set eyes.
“How is this happening?!” Baldy said.
“It seems this guy was hiding his true strength all along,” added the other. They could see that although the champion was blocking the punches, he was now at a disadvantage.
In the midst of the fight, the champion felt as if his bones might break every time he blocked Julyan’s punches. He felt a twinge of fear. ‘What madness is this?! Incredible, where is this guy’s strength coming from?!’ he thought, unable to believe it.
The champion, who had the upper hand earlier, suddenly found himself at a disadvantage and on the brink of defeat within moments. His crew looked on in disbelief, having always thought their boss was unbeatable.
The crew exchanged bewildered glances, unable to believe what they were seeing. “I can’t believe it,” one of them muttered. “I always thought the boss was unbeatable.”
“Yeah, who would’ve thought it would end like this?” another chimed in, shaking his head in disbelief.
Meanwhile, Julyan’s companion sat silently, eyes wide. Just moments ago, he had been on edge, worry etched across his face. Now, he was utterly speechless, his emotions a whirlwind. “I don’t even know what to feel right now,” he whispered to himself, trying to process the unexpected turn of events. “It’s like a rollercoaster.”
In the midst of the fight, Julyan spoke, “Sorry, but it looks like I need to finish this,” he smiled, “Rest well!”
Bang!
He struck the champion on the temple, sending him flying into a nearby table, knocked out cold. The room fell silent after Julyan’s final punch.
A few moments later, Baldy stood up and shouted, “Impossible! Impossible! Truly impossible! How did this happen? My boxing champion was defeated by a mere assistant from a trading company?!” he exclaimed in disbelief.
Slam!
The man with deep-set eyes slammed the table in anger, “It seems it’s still not enough!” he said, frustrated.
“Looks like I really need to call my people,” with that, the gangster with the single beard hair pulled out his phone and made a call.
With his hands in his pockets, Julyan looked calmly at the gang bosses. “Tell your people to bring all the strong ones,” he said, glancing at the gangster with the single beard hair before continuing. “You have the strongest fly among the three of you. I hope your people surpass those of the bald fly,” he said casually.