Boulder Punch!! Special technique Awaken?!

The selection test had officially begun. Each participant was given a number for their turn. They were also given 10 minutes to prepare themselves before the matches started. Zufar and Adam warmed up together, getting ready for their turn. As Zufar stretched, he scanned the room, looking for anyone interesting that might catch his attention.

"Since we are short by one participant, I will step in as the extra fighter." Zafrul's deep voice echoed through the room.

"This test is not about winning or losing. We are selecting based on technique and reaction during combat. If you fail, you can try again in six months or train with the new beginners." He explained the rules clearly. Then, with a grin, he turned toward Adam.

"Adam!! You will be fighting me."

The room fell silent. All the other participants breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that they weren't chosen. Looking at Zafrul's massive build, it felt like fighting a giant bear. Zufar offered his condolences to Adam, patting him on the back as if he were attending a funeral.

He even tried to switch places with him, but Zafrul refused, as if he had personal business to settle with Adam. Adam's face turned pale, already imagining himself being tossed around like dough in a bakery.

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The 10-minute preparation time had ended, and all participants had been assigned their opponents.

The matchups were randomly generated by a computer. Zufar (Number 4) would be fighting Vince (Number 2).

From a physical standpoint, Vince looked much older than Zufar—probably in his twenties, just like Zafrul.

His short blonde hair, combined with his sharp black eyes, gave him a dangerous presence. Even in his boxing stance, he already looked powerful. It was as if he was visualizing beating Zufar in his mind before the fight even started.

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The first selection match had begun.

Each fight was limited to five minutes, where the goal was to either defeat the opponent or showcase the best performance possible. Contestant #1 faced Contestant #6, and both delivered an intense battle. Contestant #1 almost won, but the time ran out, ending the match.

It was a tightly contested fight, with both fighters showing impressive skill. Their chances of being selected were very high.

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Next, it was Zufar's turn to prove his strength.

As he stepped into the ring, his killing aura radiated strongly.

Even Zafrul could sense the intensity of it.

"This is just a selection match. Don't go overboard and end up killing someone," Zafrul warned, signaling him not to take things too seriously.

But Zufar ignored the advice. He continued to unleash his aura, attempting to break his opponent's confidence before the fight even began. However, his opponent showed no signs of fear—completely unaffected by Zufar's intimidation tactics.

This was Adam's first time witnessing Zufar's true aura. It was clear now—Zufar had been holding back his strength during their training. The gap between them was immense, like heaven and earth.

Zufar took his stance, carefully analyzing Vince's movements. Vince charged forward, lowering his body and positioning his hands below.

He then swung a punch toward Zufar. His movement seemed slow, allowing Zufar enough time to block the attack. However, despite its slowness, the impact was immensely powerful.

Zufar's defense failed, sending him skidding backward and falling to the ground. He coughed, struggling to catch his breath. If he hadn't blocked the punch, he might have been in a coma.

Vince didn't give him a chance to recover. He continued his relentless assault, throwing punch after punch at Zufar. Bruises began forming on Zufar's arms from the sheer force of the attacks. Zufar tried to create distance, but Vince kept closing the gap. Unable to withstand the constant pressure, Zufar decided to counterattack.

Vince had been waiting for this moment. The bait was set—as soon as Zufar retaliated, Vince sidestepped and delivered a powerful punch to Zufar's cheek. The impact shook Zufar's brain, causing his vision to blur. He collapsed onto the ground, completely silent.

Adam was shocked—he never expected Vince to give Zufar such a difficult fight. But then again, Zufar had fought older opponents before.

Zufar stood up, wiping the blood off his lips. His vision doubled, making it seem like there were two Vinces in front of him. Looking at the bruises on his arm, something inside him snapped.

It was as if he had been possessed by a demon. The fight reignited his warrior's spirit, most likely a side effect of his defeat against Din. Without saying a word, Zufar rushed forward, delivering a straight kick toward Vince. Vince dodged and countered with a punch, but Zufar vanished from his sight.

In a flash, Zufar had moved behind him. Using the ropes of the ring, Zufar jumped and launched himself at Vince with immense speed.

Vince took Zufar's punch head-on and was sent flying—out of the ring. Everyone watching was stunned, their eyes widening in shock. That wasn't a normal punch. The impact was like getting hit by a train. Vince was knocked out cold.

Zufar had won the match with absolute dominance. Adam fell back into his seat, speechless at Zufar's inhuman strength. He was grateful he hadn't been chosen to fight him.

"Huh!! My Boulder Punch is still unstoppable!!! Mwahahahahah!!" Zufar laughed maniacally, proudly declaring his technique.

The next match immediately began.

Vince was taken to the hospital for treatment.

The fight between Contestant #3 and Contestant #5 started—but it was short-lived.

Contestant #5 was caught cheating.

He had no real martial arts experience—he thought that simply watching movies and playing fighting games would be enough to win.

The match was instantly stopped, and Zafrul threw him out of the ring without hesitation.

"This isn't a playground," Zafrul reminded him coldly.

After that incident, it was finally Adam's turn to fight. Zufar patted Adam's back in a show of support. Adam gulped, his nervousness growing. After watching Zufar's intense match, he started doubting himself, unsure if he could even pass the selection. Zafrul was already waiting in the ring, cracking his knuckles loudly.

"Losing is fine!! Just do your best!! If you die, we'll bury you!!" Zufar shouted, trying to encourage him.

Adam clenched his fists, trying to push away his fear. He had to give it his absolute best.

Zafrul didn't waste any time. The moment Adam stepped into the ring, Zafrul charged at him like a hungry lion. He grabbed Adam in a crushing bear hug and threw him over his shoulder effortlessly. Adam crashed onto the ground, rolling and spinning violently, nearly falling out of the ring.

Zafrul rushed forward, attempting a sliding kick to knock Adam out of the ring. However, Adam managed to dodge just in time and quickly created distance between them. Now, Adam was finally in a ready stance, fully focused.

Zafrul leaped into the air, aiming a powerful spinning kick at Adam. Adam countered by blocking the attack with his forearm, keeping his body tightly positioned to maximize his defensive strength.

The impact was strong, but Adam's reinforced stance successfully stopped the attack, causing Zafrul to lose his balance and fall. Without wasting a second, Adam performed a forward handspring, swinging his leg towards Zafrul's face. However, Zafrul managed to block the attack just in time.

Adam quickly created distance again, carefully observing Zafrul's movements. Zafrul adjusted his clothes and hair, then stretched his neck, preparing for another attack. Without hesitation, he charged at Adam, aiming to take him down. However, Adam was already prepared for this. Instead of dodging, he rushed forward, ready to counterattack.

"Special Technique: Meteor Shower!!" he called out in his mind.

Adam had a habit of naming his techniques, using them to control his momentum during a fight. Like its name, Meteor Shower was a rapid, high-speed barrage of punches, thrown randomly at the opponent with no fixed pattern. This unpredictable technique made it difficult for the enemy to read his movements.

Although Adam found it embarrassing to name his attacks, he needed it to maintain his rhythm and focus, just like in a fighting game. So, instead of shouting them out loud, he kept the names to himself—a secret strategy only he knew.

Zafrul's attack came to a halt. He hadn't expected Adam to challenge his charge head-on. He tried to defend himself, but he couldn't predict where Adam's attacks were coming from. In the blink of an eye, he was bombarded with a relentless flurry of punches.

Adam's fists landed all over—his stomach, chest, and face—with such speed and force that Zafrul couldn't keep up. The number of hits was uncountable. Zafrul was gradually pushed back, his body staggering with each blow.

Finally, he collapsed against the ropes, barely able to stand. His strength was drained, and he could no longer continue.

"Y…Y-You pass," he muttered—his final words before slumping to the floor of the ring.

Adam, completely exhausted, stumbled as he struggled to stay on his feet. But the moment he heard Zafrul's words of approval, happiness filled his heart. He was the first fighter to pass the selection test—while the others' results had yet to be decided.

Zufar rushed into the ring, cheering loudly as he helped support Adam. The Adam he once knew—the weak, strategic thinker—had now proven himself capable of defeating an opponent much larger than him.

After resting for two hours, the final results were announced. All participants passed the selection test, except for Contestant #3. Since his opponent did not put up a proper fight, he was required to retake the test by facing Zafrul the next day.

Zufar and Adam smiled with satisfaction—their training had not been in vain. To celebrate their success, they gathered at Adam's house for a small celebration. Zufar's family also joined them. As expected, his father nearly fainted upon seeing the bruises on Zufar's face and hands.

Everyone laughed at his dramatic reaction. It was then that they realized—Zufar had inherited his father's comedic personality. No wonder he always enjoyed making jokes and teasing others.

Their martial arts training officially began.

For several months, they focused on improving their stamina, strength, focus, and speed. After intense training, they eventually received an offer to participate in a professional fighting qualification test.

Adam and Zufar worked tirelessly, pushing themselves to the limit, determined to achieve their ultimate goal. For now, Zufar decided to set aside his desire to fight Din. He realized that before challenging him again, he needed to sharpen his skills and grow stronger.

Although he could compete well in the training facility, the gap between his strength and Din's was still enormous. If he were to fight Din again anytime soon, he was certain he would lose just like the first time—even if he were at full strength. What Zufar didn't know was that Din was training on the fifth floor of the same facility.

Din had his own private gym, allowing him to train in solitude, away from distractions.

"Yo, Din! You're always training! Come chill with me and play some games."

A muscular man with spiky green hair, wearing black sunglasses that concealed his silver eyes, casually invited Din to hang out. Din shot him a sharp glare.

"I don't like people entering my space without knocking. That includes you, Azfiq," he said coldly. Din hated when people barged into his personal area without permission.

"Relax, man. You always bully people in your division. Why don't you step up to mine and see how tough it really is?"

Azfiq challenged Din, trying to lure him into a fight. Azfiq had always tested himself by fighting stronger opponents from the very beginning. With his natural talent, he eventually became the Heavyweight Division Champion.

He was also one of the Lucid King Street Champions, just like Din. His title is 'DemonKnight'. Azfiq earned this name because he crushed his opponents mercilessly, like a true demon with no humanity. Because of this, he was obsessed with fighting Din, eager to defeat him and add another victory to his record.

Din remained silent, unfazed by Azfiq's provocation. He simply focused on his training, though he was already prepared in case Azfiq decided to attack.

Before the tension escalated, the training facility's owner arrived to calm the situation. Despite Azfiq's aggressive nature, he respected the owner, as he was the one who gave him a chance to enter this field.

"Tan Sri, why trouble yourself by coming here? There's nothing going on between me and Din. I was just inviting him to eat with me," Azfiq said casually, holding up a banana cake he had brought.

"Hahaha! Is that so? I was worried when my staff told me you barged in without permission," Tan Sri replied, still on edge. He knew Azfiq's true intentions—he simply wanted to fight Din.

Azfiq always sought out strong opponents, and if he had been left unchecked, the entire floor might have been destroyed, leading to expensive repair costs.

Azfiq left the area with Tan Sri, deciding to back off for now. Meanwhile, Din continued his training, remaining focused and disciplined. He finally left the facility, heading home just before sunset.