The Undefeatable

In the underground arena, crowds of people are buzzing with excitement. They're clutching their cellphones, quickly tapping on the screens to place bets on their favorite fighters. 

Everyone's eyes are glued to the center stage, where the biggest battle is about to happen. 

"Testing, testing," the emcee exclaimed into the microphone. He held the mic firmly, making sure everyone could hear him. 

"Are you all set? It's finally time for the moment that we've all been waiting for!"

Cheers erupted from the entire crowd, each person shouting out the names of their favorite fighters.

"CHAYIL! CHAYIL! CHAYIL!"

"MOGU! MOGU! MOGU!"

.........

Meanwhile, inside a room at the backstage of the fighting arena,

Chayil felt the rumble of the crowd's cheers echoing through the walls. His black hair glistened with sweat as he performed push-ups, his muscles straining beneath his rolled-up sleeves. 

"Ninety-seven... ninety-eight... ninety-nine... one hundred!" Chayil counted.

There was a knock on the door, and a staff member's voice came through. "You're next, be ready," he said firmly.

Chayil rose to his feet, inhaling deeply and exhaled slowly. 

He bounced lightly on his feet and tilted his neck from side to side to loosen up. He threw a few punches, feeling the muscles in his arms engage. 

"Let's go!" he declared as he stepped outside.

.........

In the fighting arena…

The emcee called out, "Did everyone place their bets? It's time to reveal the results!" The crowd leaned in eagerly, waiting to see the contender who received the most.

Above the stage, a big screen showed the numbers in bold: "$1,878,989,743 for the right corner! vs $2,009,431,114 from the left corner!" 

The emcee's voice boomed, "Once again, history's been made with the huge amount wagered on these fighters!" 

He paused for a moment, then continued, "Without delay, let's meet our two amazing contenders!"

The crowd erupted into loud cheers as the two fighters were introduced. 

"In the right corner, we have a 17-year-old, standing tall at 181 centimeters, with an impressive record of 34 wins and no losses!" the emcee's voice boomed across the arena. "Let's hear it for the currently undefeated champion of the world, CHAAAAYILL!"

They cheered and shouted Chayil's name in unison as he walked down the walkway and entered the cage arena.

In the arena, Chayil glanced up at a glass window where VVIP guests sat. Among them was an elderly man. He was the world's richest person who owned that illegal underground establishment. 

He was famous for Desla AI, a company that controlled the best automatic transportation and gadgets worldwide.

The crowd fell silent as the announcer began introducing the opponent.

"Now, from the right corner, aged fifty-four, standing at 244 centimeters tall, with one ninety seven wins, zero loses and 1 draw, the first Hall of Famer, the unstoppable, the monster, and the only legendary figure of this arena!" the emcee continued, "MOOOOGU!"

The stadium erupted with cheers as the crowd rooted for Mogu. 

Mogu, a tall man with brushed-up gray hair and a braided beard, stood in the spotlight wearing only fitted black shorts, soaking in the support from the enthusiastic crowd.

The two fighters then approached each other with the referee in the middle.

"Only one needs to win," the referee instructed. "Weapons are prohibited, but other than that, you can use any method—dead or alive, only one needs to be left standing." 

The referee then separated the two and he gave the signal to begin.

Chayil squared off against his opponent. "Why did you come back here?" his voice cut through the tension as his eyes bore into his opponent's.

"Well, well," Mogu drawled, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "The old man thinks I can knock some sense into you." His laughter rumbled like distant thunder, echoing off the walls. 

"You know, lad, it's a fool's errand. But who am I to refuse?"

A playful smirk crossed Chayil's face as he assumed his fighting stance. He moved forward, one step at a time, his gaze unwaveringly locked onto Mogu's.

But Mogu had no reaction. He was keeping his hands down while watching Chayil as he approached.

'It seems like he thinks I am just a kid,' Chayil thought.

As soon as Mogu blinked, Chayil seized the opportunity and lunged forward with a right straight punch aimed at Mogu's body. 

However, Mogu reacted swiftly, countering with a right knee aimed at Chayil's face to stop the attack.

Chayil felt the force of Mogu's knee. 'He's fast!' Chayil muttered, 'But I'm not done!'

In a moment of split-second decision, utilized it to his advantage. With lightning speed, he adjusted his position, using the momentum with his hands to propel himself upward. 

At the same time, he delivered a right knee strike of his own, aimed directly at Mogu's chin. 

As Mogu recoiled slightly from the impact, Chayil followed up with a swift swing of his right elbow, targeting Mogu's face on the left side with precise accuracy. The blow landed solidly.

But to Chayil's surprise, Mogu didn't even flinch. With a subtle smirk playing on his lips, Chayil swiftly stepped backward. 'I didn't even break his jaw,' he thought.

"You really are tough," Chayil blurted out.

Mogu's mouth twisted as he spat out a tooth, giving Chayil a sarcastic grin. 

"Nice swing, but you're gonna have to do better than that to rattle me," he taunted, bouncing on his heels like he was ready for more.

Chayil utilized his footwork, swiftly bouncing from side to side, confusing Mogu with his movements.

"Boxing style? Oh, I'm trembling!" Mogu jeered with a dismissive wave of his hand. "Put up your dukes, and let's see if you can actually land a punch, or if you're all poise and no action!" 

As Chayil advanced, Mogu met him with a powerful right straight punch, the force behind it evident in the air.

Chayil felt the impact of Mogu's punch but remained unfazed. With reflexes, he swiftly slipped his face to the left, narrowly evading the blow. 

In the same fluid motion, he pivoted his body, planting his feet firmly on the ground, and unleashed a fast counterpunch aimed squarely at Mogu's face

As the punch connected with Mogu's face, Mogu leaned backward involuntarily.

'Why does his punch feel heavier? Did he just go easy on me earlier?' Mogu's thoughts raced as he tried to regain his position and launched a left straight punch towards Chayil.

But the same thing happened again. Chayil continued to counter all of his punches. And on Chayil's final counter, he hit him hard in the chest, leaving his hand imprinted there.

Mogu froze, his breath catching in his throat. His limbs felt like lead. His gaze dropped to his chest, where the faint imprints of Chayil's hands remained. 

The room seemed to close in on him. 

"What happened?" he managed to mutter. His voice was barely audible.

"Are you having trouble breathing? That last punch I landed on your chest messed with your heart's rhythm," Chayil clarified. 

Then he swiftly aimed a kick at the back of Mogu's knee, causing him to kneel down. 

Taking advantage of the opening, Chayil delivered a right strong punch to the back of Mogu's neck, sending him crashing to the ground.

*BAM*

Mogu staggered, his legs wobbly as he collided with the ground. Sweat dripped down his face, and the roar of the crowd echoed in the dimly lit boxing arena. 

He clenched his fists, knuckles scraped and bruised, and tried to push himself up. But his body rebelled and his muscles protested every move.

The crowd's voices blended into a single thunderous chant: "Chayil! Chayil!"

"And the winner of the fight is…" The emcee's voice boomed, confident and unwavering. Chayil's smile widened. Victory was within reach.

However, before the emcee could finish, a powerful earthquake suddenly shook the ground inside the entire arena.