LOOKISM - OVERPOWERD [DROPPED]

Ch 18: Hah...Vin.

At the junkyard, Lin stood opposite Jiho, observing his stance. The air was thick with tension, but Lin's expression remained calm and focused. Jiho, on the other hand, looked nervous but determined. He had been training with the others for a few days now, but today was different—today, Lin was going to teach him the art of hood fighting.

"Hood fighting isn't about rules or style," Lin began, his tone serious. "It's about survival. It's about using everything at your disposal to win, no matter how dirty it gets."

Jiho nodded, taking a deep breath. He'd seen Lin in action before, how effortlessly he took down Zake's old lackeys, and he knew that Lin wasn't just talking. This was real.

"Come at me with everything you've got," Lin instructed, taking a step back. "Don't hold back. If you want to learn, you need to be willing to fight like your life depends on it."

Jiho hesitated for a moment, but then he charged forward, throwing a punch aimed at Lin's face. Lin dodged it easily, his movements fluid and quick. Jiho followed up with a kick, but Lin caught it, using the momentum to throw Jiho off balance.

"Good, but you're still thinking too much," Lin said, letting go of Jiho's leg. "In a real fight, there's no time to think. You act on instinct."

Jiho got back up, determination blazing in his eyes. He tried again, this time aiming a punch at Lin's gut while simultaneously sweeping his leg. Lin blocked the punch and stepped aside, avoiding the sweep.

"Better," Lin commented. "But you need to be more unpredictable. Use whatever you can—your environment, distractions, anything. There are no rules."

Jiho took Lin's advice to heart. He glanced around the junkyard, spotting a small pile of dirt. Without warning, he kicked it up toward Lin's face. It wasn't much, but it caught Lin off guard for a split second.

Lin grinned, wiping the dirt from his cheek. "Now you're getting it.

Lin nodded at Jiho's small but clever move, signaling him to keep going. "Good start, but we're not done yet," Lin said, his voice carrying a mix of encouragement and challenge. "Come at me again, and remember, use everything you've got."

Jiho, now more focused, took a deep breath and charged at Lin once more. This time, he feinted to the left before swinging a punch to the right. Lin sidestepped the punch effortlessly, but Jiho didn't stop there. He grabbed a rusty old pipe lying nearby and swung it toward Lin's midsection.

Lin blocked the pipe with his forearm, the force of the impact causing a dull thud. "That's it," Lin said, his grin widening. "Use whatever's around you. But don't rely too much on weapons. They can be taken away, just like this."

In one swift motion, Lin disarmed Jiho, tossing the pipe aside. Jiho didn't waste a moment. He launched himself at Lin, aiming a kick at his knee, but Lin parried it with ease, using the momentum to spin Jiho around.

Jiho stumbled but quickly recovered, now more determined than ever. He tried to grab Lin, hoping to use his own weight against him, but Lin was too quick. He dodged to the side, tripping Jiho with a swift kick to the ankle.

"Unpredictability," Lin reminded him as Jiho got back up, breathing heavily. "Keep your opponent guessing."

Jiho took a step back, his mind racing. He looked around again, spotting an old car door leaning against a pile of junk. Without hesitation, he shoved it toward Lin, creating a brief distraction. As Lin sidestepped the door, Jiho charged in low, aiming for Lin's legs.

This time, Lin let Jiho get close, but just as Jiho thought he had him, Lin twisted his body, using Jiho's momentum to flip him onto the ground. Jiho landed with a thud, gasping for breath.