The Battle with Forthrom - Ankit's Greatest Challenge

Chapter

This chapter is filled with unspoken emotions, passion, and conflict as the story reaches a turning point. Ankit, who recently defeated the dangerous Hybrid 2, Snacodile, is now rapidly moving toward his next target: Hybrid 1.

Recovery and Preparation

After the fierce fight with Snacodile, Ankit was given a few days of rest due to his severe injuries and leg wounds. Sonpolck, the organizer of this entire fight, was deeply impressed by Ankit's resilience and courage. With pride, he said, "No one has ever defeated Hybrid 2 before, but Ankit did the impossible."

Within four to five days, Ankit's injuries had mostly healed. His leg, which had been plastered, was now in better condition, allowing him to walk normally. During this period, Ankit continued his martial arts training, further strengthening his preparation for the upcoming battle.

Kanika: A Clash of Love and Concern

Ankit's close friend, Kanika, was worried after seeing his obsession with fighting. She repeatedly urged him to leave the place. One day, while he was training, Kanika approached him and said,

"Ankit, we should leave this place. I can't stay here any longer. You've already proven your strength. What more do you want?"

Ankit, without responding, remained focused on his training. Determination was evident in his eyes. Kanika stood before him and said again,

"Why do you want to fight Hybrid 1? Don't you care about your own life?"

This time, Ankit stopped, calmed her down, and said,

"Kanika, you should leave. I'll come back after defeating Hybrid 1."

Kanika's eyes filled with tears. She stood silent for a moment before she could no longer hold back her emotions. She confessed her feelings:

"Ankit, I love you. I can't bear to see you in danger like this."

Ankit, who was fully committed to his goal, took a deep breath and said,

"Kanika, I haven't thought about these things yet. My only focus is this fight."

Sonpolck's Entry and the Fight Announcement

Amidst this emotional moment, Sonpolck entered the room. Smiling, he said,

"If your romantic conversation is over, I'd like to check Ankit's leg to ensure he's fully recovered."

Without hesitation, Ankit replied,

"I'm fine. I just want to fight the next match and then go home."

Sensing a bit of anger in Ankit's voice, Sonpolck understood his passion. Nodding his head, he said,

"Alright. The next fight will happen in two hours. Be ready."

Final Preparations

Kanika, still upset and emotional, left the room. Ankit resumed his preparations. His eyes were fixed on a single goal: defeating Hybrid 1.

He knew this battle wouldn't be easy, but the determination and confidence on his face made it clear that he wouldn't back down under any circumstances.

The time was nearing, and excitement for this epic battle had reached its peak in the arena. Ankit looked at his injured leg once again and said,

"This isn't just a fight; it's a test of my existence."

The Battle with Forthrom -

The arena was filled with excitement and anticipation. The crowd, packed with Arena Institute members, erupted in chants of "Ankit! Ankit!" as the young fighter made his entrance. With a steady gait, Ankit walked into the arena and stood confidently in the center. His eyes burned with determination, his stance unwavering, ready for the toughest challenge yet.

Sonpolck, the ever-watchful overseer, approached Ankit and said, "Ankit, your opponent today is no ordinary creature. His name is Forthrom. A hybrid born from the DNA of four ferocious creatures."

Sonpolck continued, his voice echoing in the grand arena:

"Forthrom was created 200 years ago by American scientists. He is a mix of four apex predators, engineered to be indestructible. He even survived a nuclear attack. While being transported on a ship to another location, enemy nations dropped two bombs on the vessel. Everyone assumed Forthrom was dead, but he shocked the world when he walked, unharmed, to the nearest base. His resilience is unmatched, and his intellect, though basic, is sufficient to outmaneuver most opponents. His IQ is 93, and his weight is a staggering 2800 kg. Today, you stand against a living weapon."

The Encounter Begins

As Sonpolck finished, a massive metal door creaked open, revealing Forthrom. The crowd fell silent, their cheers replaced by gasps of awe and fear.

Sitting calmly, Forthrom's form was monstrous yet eerily composed. His immense size and the aura of raw power made it clear that this would be no ordinary battle.

Ankit's eyes narrowed as he assessed his opponent. His breathing slowed, his body tensed, and he assumed his combat stance, ready to attack.

Sonpolck called out, "Ankit, Forthrom will not attack first. You must initiate the fight. Only then will he respond."

Ankit was momentarily confused but quickly pushed his doubts aside. The fight had to begin.

The First Strike

With incredible speed, Ankit charged toward Forthrom, his movements precise and calculated. As he closed the distance, he delivered a powerful kick to Forthrom's chest. The impact was loud, echoing across the arena, but the massive hybrid didn't even flinch.

Ankit quickly followed up with a barrage of kicks, each delivered with maximum force. Four... five... six strikes landed on Forthrom, but he remained unmoved, sitting as if nothing had happened.

The crowd murmured in disbelief. Was this creature truly indestructible?

Forthrom's Response

For the first time, Forthrom moved. Slowly rising to his full height, he towered over Ankit like a mountain. Without warning, the hybrid unleashed a single devastating kick that struck Ankit square in the chest.

The force was unimaginable. Ankit's body flew through the air like a ragdoll, hurtling 80 meters before slamming into the arena's concrete wall. The impact left cracks in the wall, and the audience gasped in horror.

Ankit fell to the ground, gasping for breath. His vision blurred for a moment as pain radiated through his body. This was the true power of Forthrom-a creature engineered to withstand and deliver unimaginable destruction.

The Aftermath of the First Blow

Sonpolck, watching from the sidelines, clenched his fists. He knew the fight had only just begun, but the sheer power difference between Ankit and Forthrom was overwhelming.

Despite the pain, Ankit slowly got back to his feet, his breaths labored but his resolve unshaken. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth