My Akuma (Book One of The Yakuza Series) (✔️)

二十三 (Twenty-Three)

(Ryu's POV)

We both waited for the bell to ring signaling the start. He paced his side of the ring, weapon in hand. All the signs telling me how f*cked his mind was were on full display at that moment. His muscles were basically jumping, twitching neck, wide eyes, and a smug grin.

I stood in one spot on my side of the ring, my hands balled into fists by my sides.

The ref, aka the guy that checks your pulse to check to see if your dead or not, went over to Skull Breaker. He mumbled a few words before coming over to me.

"You good? Ready?" He asked.

I nodded.

He shook his head and sighed. "You're not going to last a minute, Kid."

I ignored him.

He gestured to the man in charge that we were ready and the bell sounded. The crowd instantly erupted, screaming at the top of their lungs.

At that moment the monster I harbored deep inside was freed.

Breaker leapt forward, swinging his favorite weapon above his head. I ducked as it traveled over my head and using his raised arm to my advantage, I swung my right fist, hitting him in the ribs. Then with my left fist, I hit him again.

I turned around to see him staring at me with a feral look in his eyes. The crowd was chanting and screaming his name.

I held up my hand and motioned him towards me. He let out a scream as he charged at me. He swung his weapon again and I turned just enough for it to go by me. I felt the wind off of it as he passed by.

When he came at me the third time, he got lucky. He took me to the ground and pinned me there. He raised his hands above his head as he prepared to hit me with full force.

That was his mistake.

As he raised his hands, I struck at lightning speed. My dominant hand went out as I struck him with every ounce of force I had right in the throat. I did it again with my other hand. That gave me enough time and stunned him enough to for me to quickly get him off me.

Faster than he was, I used my foot to then kick him in the ribs. I heard a sickening crack.

He let out an animalistic growl as he hurriedly stood up. As he charged at me with pure anger, I reached out, easily took the weapon from his hand, and sliced across his side, cutting him open a little bit.

The whole crowd went silent for a second once they realized I'd taken it away from him. Then they started screaming for him again.

"Told you I'd borrow yours." I smirked at him.

"Motherf*cker!" He screamed coming at me.

I tossed the weapon out of the ring, deciding to go hand-on-hand with him. He rammed his shoulder into my sternum and took me to the ground. He managed to land one punch before I managed to switch our positions.

Remembering all the special training I'd gotten from my father, I locked him down with my legs and weight as I  laid punch after punch into face. Blood started pouring from his nose and mouth as I put all my strength and built up anger into my punches.

By that point, everyone had settled down a good bit. Seeing a once undefeated and somewhat invincible man that they all bet millions on getting his face caved in was enough to stop the cheers.

After about a minute, he flipped me off him and started to stand. Just as he stood, I started taking shots at him anywhere I could. The sound of his bones cracking could be heard throughout the room.