LOOKISM - OVERPOWERD [DROPPED]

ch 23 : lin vs oni (3)

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System Notification: "Congratulations, user has unlocked UI Mode!"

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Gun's eyes narrowed as he realized what was happening. Lin's aura had shifted, becoming something more dangerous, more precise. It was like watching a beast hone its instincts into something razor-sharp. "But you're not a Yamaz—" Gun's protest was cut short as Lin's fist connected with his jaw, the impact echoing through the air with a bone-crunching sound.

The blow sent Gun staggering back, struggling to maintain his balance. He tasted blood in his mouth, a bitter reminder that he had underestimated his opponent. But he wasn't about to be intimidated. "Just like I said, you talk too much, Yuzuru-san," Lin's voice was cold, almost mechanical, as if all emotion had been drained from him.

Not wasting a second, Lin closed the distance between them with frightening speed. His movements were fluid, each strike a deadly blend of martial arts. He swung a low, sweeping kick at Gun's legs, forcing him to jump back, but Lin was already anticipating his move. As Gun lifted his foot, Lin pivoted on his other leg, spinning into a powerful roundhouse kick aimed directly at Gun's ribs.

Gun blocked the kick with his forearm, but the force behind it made him wince. He countered with a swift jab, aiming for Lin's face, but Lin dodged, weaving under the punch with a grace that seemed almost inhuman. Gun's frustration grew. This wasn't the Lin he knew—this was something else entirely.

Gun didn't let up. He lunged forward, feinting a left hook before shifting his weight to deliver a brutal knee strike to Lin's abdomen. The knee connected, lifting Lin off his feet and sending him crashing into the wall behind him. But even as he hit the wall, Lin bounced back, using the momentum to launch himself at Gun with a spinning backfist.

The backfist landed with a sickening thud, snapping Gun's head to the side. But Gun barely registered the pain. UI mode dulled it to a distant sensation, allowing him to focus entirely on the fight. He retaliated with a series of quick jabs, each one aimed at Lin's face and chest. Lin parried most of the blows, but a few slipped through, striking his jaw and ribs.

Lin grunted, feeling the impact but not the pain. He responded with a low kick, followed by a swift Brazilian kick aimed at Gun's head. The kick was perfectly executed, but Gun ducked just in time, feeling the wind of Lin's foot as it whooshed past his ear.

"You're fast," Gun admitted, his voice calm despite the adrenaline surging through him. "But speed alone won't save you."

Lin's eyes narrowed, and without a word, he launched himself at Gun again, this time with a combination of Capoeira kicks and Judo throws. Gun blocked and countered, the two fighters moving in a deadly dance of strikes and counters, each one trying to gain the upper hand.

Gun threw a powerful right hook, aiming for Lin's temple, but Lin ducked under it and countered with a knee to Gun's ribs, aiming for the same spot he had already injured. The knee connected, and Gun felt the bone crack under the pressure, but he didn't flinch. Instead, he grabbed Lin's leg and twisted it brutally, using his superior strength to fracture the bone.

Lin felt the bone snap, but the pain was distant, almost unreal. The UI mode was working to its full capacity, numbing his senses and sharpening his focus. He twisted his body in response, driving his elbow into Gun's jaw with enough force to dislocate it.

Gun's head snapped back, and he staggered, his vision blurring for a moment. But he wasn't about to go down so easily. With a roar, he lunged at Lin, driving his shoulder into Lin's chest and slamming him into the wall. The impact cracked the plaster, and Lin felt the air rush out of his lungs, but he didn't let it slow him down.