Outbound

Pinnacle

The air crackles with intensity as the man and Naoya hurtle towards each other. Their movements are a blur of fists and feet, each strike landing with bone-crushing force. The metallic sounds of impact fill the air as they engage in a fierce exchange of blows. As they clash with ferocious speed, they both throw a left hook simultaneously, their attacks syncing perfectly. However, the man's copycat move fails as Naoya sidesteps the incoming blow effortlessly. The man's eyes widen in surprise as the impact is thrown off balance. Naoya follows up with a right hook and the impact of Naoya's right hook sends the man flying back, crashing through the corridor's wall and spiraling down into the stair gaps below. The man grunts in pain as he lands, disoriented by the sudden fall. Naoya follows closely behind, leaping down after him without hesitation. As Naoya descends from the air, the man, swiftly recovering from the fall, throws a lightning-fast kick upwards, aiming to catch him unaware. His powerful leg strikes forward, meeting Naoya's descending form with a bone-jolting impact.

Even though normal human beings would be vulnerable mid-air, Naoya is able to not only dodge but also counter attack in the blink of an eye. 

The man's kick connects with Naoya, but Naoya's agility and reflexes are unparalleled. Instead of succumbing to the blow, Naoya swiftly twists mid-air, avoiding the full force of the kick. In a seamless motion, he turns the tables on the man, unleashing a powerful counterattack. His foot lashes out, catching the man off guard and knocking him back several steps. Naoya wipes his mouth and begins to walk to the man. "Sure, you can do everything that I can do. Even stay on equal footing with me. However, you are lacking the fighting spirit. You are fighting aimlessly. Me, I am itching to kill myself." The man's eyes narrow as Naoya's words sink in, his expression growing cold and calculating. "Aimlessly, huh?" he retorts, a smirk etching across his features. "You think I'm just copying your moves then. Let's see if you can handle this." He raises his fists, his stance shifting, ready for the next confrontation. The man punches the wall besides him and picks up a massive debris, throwing it at Naoya. The debris hurtles towards Naoya like a missile, but Naoya remains unfazed. He ducks beneath the incoming projectile, rolling to the side. The debris crashes down, shattering the ground where it hit. Naoya swiftly rises, his eyes gleaming with determination. "Now, that is interesting to know. I was wondering when you were going to show the super part of the super human."

The man sneers, his confidence growing as he acknowledges his newfound strength. "So you finally understand," he taunts, a sinister glint in his eyes. "I am not just a mere copycat. I am the pinnacle of evolution. My bones are stronger, my flesh denser, my senses sharper." He flexes his muscular arms, each vein bulging with superhuman power. "And yet, you keep falling after taking hits from me. What's up with that?" Naoya taunts. The man pauses for a moment, his facade slipping slightly at Naoya's provocative remark. He takes a deep breath, gathering his composure, before responding with a cold smile. "You're quite the talker," he retorts. "But let's see if you can back up your words with your fists." He tightens his grip, preparing himself for the next clash. The man lunges forward, his movements becoming a blur as he unleashes a barrage of quick attacks, each one designed to exploit Naoya's openings. His fists fly like bullets, each punch crackling with superhuman force. Naoya dodges and weaves, his own movements lightning-fast in response. "Where is your killing intent, super human?" Naoya asks and then punches the man from the guts. The man grits his teeth as Naoya's blow connects with his stomach, the impact sending him staggering back a few steps. Despite the pain, he grins ferociously, a wild gleam in his eyes. "Killing intent, you say?" he retorts. "You want to know what true killing intent is?" 

Naoya answers without waiting, "Not holding back."

The man's eyes widen in surprise as Naoya suddenly speeds up, his movements becoming almost imperceptible. He attempts to match the young martial artist's speed but realizes too late that he's facing an opponent in a different league. Naoya's body is a blur of fists and feet, landing blow after blow on the man's body with a precision that leaves no room for escape. Each strike lands with a sickening crunch, cracking bones and rendering the man defenseless. Naoya effortlessly grabs the man by his neck, his grip like a vice. With unparalleled strength, he drags the man across the wall, the force of the action sending cracks sprawling upon the surface. The man struggles against Naoya's grip, his fingers clawing desperately to loosen the hold. Naoya hurls the man into the air, his strength seemingly effortless. Without wasting a second, he leaps after him, launching himself into the air in a powerful arc. His body hurtles towards the airborne man, fists clenched and ready to deliver a crushing blow. As Naoya grabs the man's head effortlessly with his left hand, his right hand cocks back, readying for a cataclysmic impact, he utters a chilling phrase, his voice cold and precise: "You think you're the pinnacle of evolution? Think again." With those words, he lands the punch, his fist colliding brutally with the man's head. 

The force of the punch sends the man hurtling backwards, crashing through wall after wall. The impact leaves a trail of destruction in its wake as he shatters through the solid structures, each wall offering no resistance to Naoya's strength. Finally, the man's body smashes through the final wall, propelling him outside. As the man's body rockets out of the building, Naoya's speed defies all expectations. He matches the force of his own punch with a lightning-fast burst of movement, closing the distance between himself and the man effortlessly. With a graceful leap, Naoya bounds outside in pursuit, catching up to the airborne man in the blink of an eye. Naoya's eyes fixate on the man, cold and unwavering. His body tenses, preparing for the final blow. With a quiet yet deadly voice, he utters his last chilling phrase: "You're just a product of failed evolution. Time to end the experiment." As he finishes speaking, he delivers a devastating blow, bringing an end to the man's attempt at superhuman superiority. The impact of the strike sends the man flying through the air, his body crashing into a nearby tree with a sickening sound of branches snapping and cracking under his weight. The collision leaves him motionless, his body held in place by the broken branches of the tree. Blood drips down his battered form, the evidence of the brutal fight evident on his bruised and battered body. The man has died by the hands of The Strongest Hitman.

Naoya lands gracefully on the ground, his movements fluid and precise, a stark contrast to the man's battered form pinned against the tree. He gazes up at him with a mix of triumph and contemplation, his expression neutral. The once seemingly invincible super human now hangs defenseless, stuck in the broken branches like a pathetic insect. The battle has concluded.

"What a joke, this wasn't even a warmup." Naoya thinks to himself while beginning to walk back to the building.