Systemism

Hyeonwoo (6)

The tension in the warehouse thickened, the air practically vibrating with the imminent clash. Jaylen's mocking grin still lingered, his taunts aimed squarely at Kim Seol-Jin as the others prepared to join the brawl. Each faction braced for impact, the faint hum of animosity echoing louder as the seconds passed.

=======

Jun Hao, ever calm and focused, murmured, 

Jun Hao: "Nietzsche said to protect your brothers."

William Texiter, barely glancing at him, whispered back with a dry smirk,

William: "Nietzsche never said that."

The moment of banter was fleeting, shattered when Kai Jin Ma, swaggering with overconfidence, sauntered forward. His casual demeanour was abruptly met by Jun Hao's lightning-fast counter-punch, the impact of which was brutal enough to send Kai Jin Ma reeling backwards. His face contorted in shock as blood sprayed from his mouth, his cocky stance collapsing with his body as he hit the ground hard.

At the same moment, William moved with deadly grace. His wooden katana swung through the air with a sickening thud as it connected with Kwang Sun's side, folding him over with a pained grunt. The strike was perfectly placed, the force behind it precise and punishing. Kwang Sun collapsed in a heap, his body convulsing as he tried and failed to get back up.

For a moment, the warehouse was silent, the crack of bone against wood echoing through the space.

Evan Yang, witnessing the fall of his comrades, felt his blood boiling. His fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and a vein pulsed visibly on his forehead. Rage filled his every breath.

<Evan Yang's potential is rising!>

Evan: "What happened to not biting the hand that fed you?!"

Samgawi, standing calmly amidst the chaos, laughed softly, an amused smirk curling at the corner of his lips.

Samgawi: "I said it for the romance~ If I could take you lot down right now... it would be better for business~"

Evan's fury broke loose as he charged toward them, but Jun Hao and William were ready. They moved as one, Jun Hao's fists cutting through the air like surgical instruments. His boxing was cold, calculated, and efficient. Every jab slammed into Evan's face and body with ruthless precision, targeting his ribs, his gut, and his jaw.

BAM! BAM!

Evan barely had time to recover from one blow before the next landed. Jun Hao's hits were like clockwork, precise and unrelenting, but it was William's strikes that made Evan crumble. The wooden katana slammed into Evan's side again and again, targeting the same weakened spot until the crunch of breaking ribs filled the air. The dull thud of wood against bone was sickening.

Evan staggered, gasping for breath, his body slumping under the relentless attack. Blood trickled from his lips, and his vision blurred, but he fought to stay upright. It was no use. Jun Hao and William's synchronized assault was too much. With a final, brutal uppercut from Jun Hao, Evan's legs gave out. His body crumpled to the cold warehouse floor, twitching and gasping like a broken puppet.

Jun Hao wiped the blood from his knuckles with a calm, detached expression. William stood over Evan's collapsed form, his katana still at the ready, in case the man even dared to move. But Evan Yang didn't. His body was too battered, his spirit too crushed.