Lucas, however, remained unfazed. Drawing upon his mastery of Wing Chun, he met their attacks with calm precision. The fluidity of his movements allowed him to deflect the karate expert’s strikes, redirecting the force with minimal effort. His hands moved swiftly, blocking and countering each punch from the boxer with a series of rapid, controlled motions.
The two attackers found themselves struggling to land a hit, their frustration growing as Lucas continued to evade and counter with ease. The karate expert attempted a powerful roundhouse kick, but Lucas stepped inside the arc of the kick, using his forearm to deflect the blow and unbalance his opponent.
At the same time, the boxer launched a flurry of punches, hoping to catch Lucas off guard. But Lucas’s Wing Chun training allowed him to absorb and redirect the energy of each punch, his hands moving in a blur as he parried and countered with precision.
In a seamless flow of motion, Lucas turned defense into offense. He delivered a series of rapid strikes, targeting vital points with pinpoint accuracy. The karate expert staggered back, winded by a well-placed palm strike to the chest, while the boxer reeled from a swift elbow to the ribs.
Within moments, both attackers were on the ground, defeated and gasping for breath. Lucas stood over them, his expression calm and composed, as if the encounter had been nothing more than a minor inconvenience.
He looked at the remaining fighters, his eyes challenging them to make their move. “Who’s next?” he asked, his voice steady and unwavering.
The remaining fighters were stunned, unable to believe how easily three of their comrades had been defeated by this unknown man. They exchanged uneasy glances, their confidence shaken.
One of the fighters who had yet to engage spoke up, his voice laced with disbelief and a hint of mockery. “Who would have thought this guy had such skills? Must have been a fluke,” he said, trying to downplay Lucas’s abilities.
Another fighter, eager to restore their pride, suggested, “Yeah, he just got lucky. Let’s take him down together.” He nodded to the others, signaling them to join in.
The man with the tattoo, ready to step forward, hesitated as Lucas, growing impatient and uninterested in their banter, spoke up. “Why don’t you all attack at once?” he suggested, his tone almost bored.
The first fighter who spoke grinned, dismissing Lucas’s suggestion. “No need for more. We’re enough to handle you,” he boasted confidently.
But then, a voice from the back, belonging to one who had been quietly observing, spoke up. “I think we shouldn’t underestimate him,” he said, stepping forward. “I’ll join the fight.”
Another fighter, who had been nodding in agreement, also stepped up. “Count me in,” he said, ready to face Lucas.
Lucas, now intrigued and slightly amused, responded with a smirk. “That’s more like it. Five of you, huh? Just try not to trip over each other,” he taunted, his confidence unwavering.
The first fighter who had spoken to the group retorted, “Just make sure you don’t regret this.” With that, the five of them charged at Lucas simultaneously.
As the five fighters charged at Lucas, the first three launched their attack with little coordination, each accustomed to one-on-one combat. Their lack of teamwork was evident as they nearly collided with each other, their strikes clumsy and uncoordinated.
Lucas moved with ease, sidestepping their attacks and watching with amusement as they struggled to avoid hitting one another. Their punches and kicks seemed to come from all directions, but none found their mark on Lucas, who danced around them with a fluid grace.
Seeing the chaos unfold, the two fighters who had joined last entered the fray. Unlike the others, they moved with a practiced synergy, their attacks synchronized and precise. They flanked Lucas, attempting to corner him with a series of well-timed strikes.
Lucas, however, was unfazed. He parried their attacks with a smile, his movements almost playful as he countered their every move. “You guys look like you’re having a hard time getting along,” he taunted, his voice light and teasing.
The man with the tattoo, still attacking, responded with a smirk. “Don’t worry about us. Just focus on keeping up,” he retorted, trying to maintain his composure despite the mounting frustration.
The fight continued, with Lucas effortlessly weaving through their attacks, his laughter echoing in the room. The five fighters, despite their numbers, found themselves struggling to land a single blow, their frustration growing with each passing moment.
The gang leader watched the scene unfold, his eyes wide with disbelief. “Are my men really going to lose to this guy? Is he really this good, no matter what?” he blurted out, unable to comprehend the situation.
In the middle of the fight, the first three fighters were clearly getting tired. They had been using all their strength in every attack, and it was starting to take a toll. Their movements slowed, and their already shaky coordination fell apart even more.
Lucas noticed their fatigue and the growing chaos in their attacks. With a grin, he quickly planned his next move, ready to take advantage of their mistakes.
As the fight went on, the three fighters found themselves in a funny mess. In their rush to hit Lucas, they kept getting in each other’s way. One threw a punch but ended up hitting his own teammate, who stumbled back into the third guy, causing a domino effect of clumsiness.
“Hey, watch it!” one shouted, rubbing his jaw where he’d been hit. “You’re blocking my way!”
“Me? You’re the one who can’t aim straight!” the other shot back, trying to stay on his feet.
Despite the mix-ups, they kept trying to fight, tripping over each other and sometimes bumping into one another as they desperately tried to catch Lucas. It was almost like a comedy show, with the three fighters accidentally turning on each other in their confusion.
Lucas, still amused, easily dodged their attacks, his laughter mixing with their frustrated grunts. The gang leader sat restlessly in his chair, unable to stay still as he watched the unfolding chaos. Frustration etched across his face, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. If his men were defeated, he stood to lose everything, including his Chess Palace. He wanted to shout, to give orders, but the words seemed stuck in his throat.
The fight continued, and Lucas, with a swift and calculated move, delivered precise hits to each of the three fighters. Each strike landed on a different part of their bodies, effectively taking them out of the fight. They staggered back, unable to continue.
Lucas then turned his attention to the two remaining fighters, who had been waiting for their chance. With a confident smile, he gestured for them to come forward and join the battle.
The two fighters exchanged a glance, nodding to each other before launching their attack. They moved to encircle Lucas, clearly preparing for a coordinated combination of moves.