Systemism

Main Quest (Chyul vs Kai)

Chyul wasted no time, launching into a ruthless assault. His strikes were savage and precise—headbutts, elbows, knees, and fists—all characteristic of Lethwei, the brutal Burmese art of nine limbs. Each blow struck Kai with bone-crunching force, pushing him back as blood started to trickle from his nose and mouth. The intensity of the strikes forced Kai into a defensive stance, struggling to find his footing.

Chyul's knee slammed into Kai's ribs with a sickening crack, the air filling with the sound of bone snapping. The force of the hit nearly took Kai down, but something inside him stirred—a dark, primal energy. His mind flashed back to [redacted], a memory filled with carnage. An insatiable hunger for violence surged within him.

Kai (internally): I'll show them what [redacted] can do...

Kai's breathing steadied, his posture changing into a low, grounded stance as his body radiated a dangerous energy. His knowledge of Kudo, a fierce combination of Karate's striking and Judo's grappling, coursed through him. Kudo was no ordinary martial art—its rules allowed for ruthless foul play, mixing traditional techniques with brutal, no-holds-barred tactics. It was built for real-world combat, where survival meant exploiting every weakness and using whatever was necessary to win.

Kai: "I won't lose..."

Kai launched himself forward with a speed and ferocity that caught Chyul off guard. Using Kudo's flexibility, he deflected Chyul's next strike, grabbed him by the arm, and threw him to the ground with a brutal judo throw. Chyul hit the ground with a resounding thud, but Kai was relentless. Without missing a beat, he aimed a stomp at Chyul's face, fully intent on smashing him into the dirt.

Chyul narrowly rolled out of the way, rising with a snarl, blood dripping from a cut on his forehead. Despite his injuries, his eyes burned with defiance. He charged again, throwing vicious elbows and knees, the hallmark of Lethwei's savage nature. One of his elbows connected with Kai's cheek, tearing open a deep gash that sent blood spraying into the air.

Kai barely flinched. Pain was no stranger to him. Instead, he shifted into a defensive Kudo stance, calculating his next move. When Chyul came at him again, fists swinging wildly, Kai stepped in close, grabbed Chyul's wrist, and twisted it brutally. Chyul howled in pain, but before he could react, Kai drove his knee into Chyul's solar plexus, knocking the wind out of him.

Chyul staggered backwards, gasping for breath, but Kai pressed forward. Using Kudo's mix of foul tactics, he seized Chyul by the hair, yanking him forward and delivering a brutal knee strike to the face. Blood sprayed from Chyul's nose, his vision swimming as he stumbled, but still, he refused to fall.

Kai (coldly): What's wrong? Can't take it?

Chyul wiped the blood from his mouth, snarling. His lip curled in defiance, though his body was covered in bruises. He charged again, this time with pure rage, throwing a series of headbutts. The first one connected, cracking against Kai's nose with a sickening crunch. Blood poured from Kai's shattered nose, but instead of backing away, Kai smiled, welcoming the pain.

With savage efficiency, Kai slipped behind Chyul, locking his arm in a standing armlock. Before Chyul could react, Kai twisted the arm violently, and then used the momentum to throw him to the ground with a judo technique. This time, when Chyul hit the ground, Kai followed up by stomping on Chyul's knee, the sound of bone crunching beneath his boot.

Chyul screamed, clutching his leg, but even then, he wasn't done. True to Lethwei's brutal nature, he pushed himself up with sheer will, throwing a desperate headbutt at Kai. It connected, splitting Kai's brow open and sending blood pouring down his face, but Kai stood firm.

Kai: "Is that all you've got?"

With blood running down his face, Kai shifted into an aggressive stance, using Kudo's full arsenal of foul play. He threw a palm strike to Chyul's throat, then followed it up with an elbow to the back of the head—illegal in most combat sports but perfectly fine in Kudo. The blows landed with brutal efficiency, sending Chyul to his knees.

Chyul, coughing and gasping for breath, could barely stay upright. His body was bruised, battered, and now, severely injured. But in a final act of defiance, he lunged forward, throwing everything he had—his fists, knees, and elbows all flying in a wild, desperate flurry.

Kai sidestepped most of the strikes, but a vicious elbow caught his jaw, sending him stumbling back. Taking advantage of the opening, Chyul landed a flurry of knees, driving them into Kai's body with devastating power. The blows knocked the wind out of Kai, sending him crashing to the ground.

Chyul (growling): "You're done."

Chyul, barely able to stand, staggered forward, ready to deliver the final blow. He raised his knee, preparing to crush Kai's skull into the dirt.

But just as the knee came down, Kai rolled out of the way, fueled by something deeper, something dark and unknown. He pushed himself to his feet, his body broken but his will unshaken. Blood poured from every inch of his face, but his eyes gleamed with a savage, unholy light.

Kai (internally): I'm not done yet...

Kai: Have you been to Cheongliang?

Kai's words hung in the air, chilling Chyul to his core. The mention of Cheongliang seemed to awaken something in Kai—a force that transcended mere skill. Summoning all his remaining strength, Kai lunged at Chyul, tackling him to the ground. They rolled through the dirt, fists smashing into flesh, bones crunching under the weight of their blows.

Chyul managed to break free and land one last, desperate elbow to Kai's jaw. The impact sent Kai crashing to the ground, his body limp and motionless.

Chyul, breathing heavily, bloodied but victorious, stood over Kai's motionless body. His knuckles were raw, his face swollen and bruised, but he had won.

Chyul (panting): I... win...

His legs finally gave out, and he collapsed beside Kai, his vision swimming as exhaustion overtook him. As Chyul lay on the blood-soaked ground, the ferocious warrior disappeared, and the meek, quiet Myul returned, his green eyes dulling once again.

Jin Na (stunned): What... what was that?

Myul, barely able to speak, looked up at Jin Na, his body trembling from the pain and fatigue.

Myul: A secret... weapon...

In the distance, Bong and Mujuk stumbled forward, dragging Ken with them. The battlefield was eerily quiet, the violence finally over—but its scars would remain.

Suddenly, Kai stirred, his body twitching as if something unknown was pulling him back from the brink. He slowly pushed himself to his feet, blood dripping from every wound, but his eyes burned with a fierce, uncontrollable energy.

<Kai Jin Ma's potential is shaking..>

The battle wasn't over.