Lookism: What Am I Even Doing?

Chapter 95

(Jin Jang's Plan: Episode 7)

(Ila POV)

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Jay leaped into the air then swung full force with the pipe in his hand. I ducked, the metal leaving yet another bruise on my skin. We've been like this for the past ten minutes. My plan was to tire him out then knock him out with a single blow. Though it seems I've miscalculated two things.

1. My stamina.

THWACK!

Plain blared mid-forearm as I blocked a blow to my chest.

HIJO DE SU-

2. His strength.

At school I always questioned my place amongst the ranks of J High Schools fighters. I clearly knew who stood above me but there were people like Jace Park or Jay Hong who fell in a gray area. As blood hungry as I was I knew better than to start picking fights with people who I considered friends. Standing here now was something I'd never willingly do.

To be honest, I always thought I was stronger than him. Seeing him here and comparing his strength to what was animated in the Webtoon made me feel confident. Let this be a lesson to all those arrogant assholes who think they have a chance.

Don't judge someone before you've been stuck by their hands.

I should've known better than to underestimate someone like him. This man wasn't a fighter but a killer. He just chose not to kill. Even as we fought now he carried his helmet in one hand and the pipe in the other. Waiting for his opportunity to place it on me so he can stop holding back so much.

For fucks sake. Taking that helmet from him would be writing my own defeat. As soon as that thing gets on, then he'd take whatever strength he has to knock me unconscious. My plan would become his plan. Then he'd be free to take me away or whatever the hell he has planned. There's no doubt that his plan meant taking me to Daniel.

I can't let that happen.

SWISH!

My arms shot in front of my chest again to block another of his blows. Once the pipe swung over my head I took a step back and went for his throat. Jay reacted fast and leaned backwards barely missing my fist. Panic gently settled over his face as he put space between us.

This guy was trained well. I was trained well too but I was also injured and haven't fought in a while. Sure I've worked out in my room but that's nothing in comparison to actual fighting. So if I want to win this fight I'm going to have to resort to other methods. That means fighting dirty.

Something you should know about fighting dirty is that you have to study your opponent. I steadied my breathing as I widened my stance. Jay took the pipe then held it perpendicular to his hand. His form taking a more offensive one. One thing to know about guys like him, is that they have morals.

It doesn't matter that I was an enemy. I was still a girl and I'm pretty sure he doesn't fight dirty. If I can't win this with skill, stamina, or strength then I'm going to have to use the fourth most potent technique.

Fear.

SWISH!

I dodged again.

But Ila? How do you strike fear in someone clearly stronger than you? Well that's simple when going up against people like him. You see, most respectable fighters have a clear code of what they do and don't allow in a fight. It's like how competitions have rules in the ring. They're kept there to keep the other fighter from killing the other.