Chapter 502: Return Home

He thought about it like this:

In a wild exchange, everyone's eyes track the obvious, head shots, big movements, flashy strikes.

But with this?

He could throw a combination upstairs, and while the opponent's guard lifted, one body shot could sneak in like a ghost.

And by the time they realized they'd been hit, their liver would already be shutting down.

They'd fold before they understood why.

Like a phantom punch had stolen their soul.

He rubbed his jaw, the smile turning into something colder.

He'd seen flashes of this in his career, those moments where a fighter gets hit and their body reacts before their brain does.

But now he'd have a tool for it.

Something that could end fights clean, brutal, and sudden.

He flexed his fingers again, imagining it already.

One-two high, slip the third to the body, and before they even feel the sting–

Down they go.

Lights out.