Mri

Inside The Twin Monarch Base

The base was eerily silent.

No guards.

No gangsters.

Just a long, empty hallway leading to a massive metal door.

Mri pushed it open.

Inside—

A single man stood in the middle of the room.

Luhit Sen.

Tall, muscular, and calm—Luhit had a cold, calculating gaze.

He wasn't like the others.

There was no arrogance in his stance. No unnecessary movements.

Just pure, controlled strength.

Mri stepped inside.

"So," he said, "you're the one behind all this?"

Luhit tilted his head. "You've been looking for me. Now you've found me. What will you do?"

Mri cracked his knuckles.

"I'll do what I came here for—beat the hell out of you."

Luhit chuckled. "Bold words."

Then—he got into his fighting stance.

"Let's see if you can back them up."

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Fight 3: Mri vs. Luhit Sen

Mri charged first.

He swung a fast right hook—

Luhit dodged.

Mri followed with a quick kick to the ribs—

Luhit blocked it effortlessly.

Before Mri could react—

BAM!

Luhit punched him straight in the chest.

The impact sent Mri flying backward, crashing into the wall.

CRACK!

The entire room shook.

Mri coughed blood as he slowly got up.

Luhit sighed. "Disappointing. I expected more from you."

Mri wiped the blood from his lips and grinned.

"Yeah? Then let me change that."

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Round 2

This time—Mri didn't charge blindly.

He watched. Analyzed.

Luhit's movements were precise. No wasted energy.

That meant—he had a pattern.

Mri took a deep breath.

Then—he moved.

Luhit swung another punch.

Mri dodged just in time.

Then—he countered with a knee to the stomach.

BAM!

Luhit grunted. First hit landed.

But he recovered instantly.

Before Mri could follow up—

Luhit grabbed his wrist, twisted it, and threw him to the ground.

THUD!

Mri gasped as pain shot through his body.

Luhit looked down at him. "You're strong. But not strong enough."

Mri clenched his fists.

Not yet.

(Flashback – Age 10: Mri's Training Begins)

Mri had always been a fighter.

Even as a kid—he never backed down.

But fighting alone wasn't enough.

He needed to be stronger.

One day, his grandfather—an ex-military fighter—saw him getting into a street fight.

Instead of scolding him, he asked,

"Do you want to keep fighting like a fool?"

Mri frowned. "What do you mean?"

His grandfather crossed his arms.

"You're strong. But strength without skill is just wasted potential. You want to win fights? Then learn how to fight properly."

From that day—Mri started training.

Harder than ever.

His grandfather taught him techniques, discipline, and strategy.

How to read opponents.

How to turn defense into attack.

And most importantly—

How to keep fighting, even when the odds were against him.

(Back to Present)

Mri took a deep breath.

This fight isn't over yet.

Luhit was strong.

But he wasn't invincible.

Mri had faced tough opponents before.

And every time—he had found a way to win.

This time would be no different.

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Final Round

Luhit moved first.

Another powerful punch—aimed straight at Mri's face.

But this time—

Mri was ready.

At the last second—he dodged to the side.

Then—he countered with a punch of his own.

BAM!

Luhit staggered back.

Mri didn't stop.

He attacked again.

A left hook to the jaw.

A kick to the ribs.

A final uppercut to the chin.

CRACK!

Luhit fell to one knee.

Breathing hard, he looked up at Mri in shock.

For the first time—he was losing.

Mri smirked.

"Not so tough now, are you?"

Luhit wiped blood from his lips.

Then—he smiled.

"You're better than I thought," he admitted. "But let's see how much stronger you can really be."

Then—Luhit stood up.

And Mri realized something.

This fight was far from over.

The Final Clash: Mri vs. Luhit Sen (Part 2)

The Air Was Heavy

The fight wasn't over.

Luhit Sen stood back up.

Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, but his cold, calculating gaze remained the same.

Mri clenched his fists. He had landed solid hits. Yet—Luhit still stood.

A slow smirk formed on Luhit's face.

"You're better than I expected," he admitted. "But strength alone won't be enough to beat me."

Mri exhaled sharply, rolling his shoulders.

"Then I'll just have to go beyond that."

Luhit chuckled. "Let's see if you can."

Then—he vanished.

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Luhit's True Speed

One second he was there—

The next—he was right in front of Mri.

BAM!

A devastating fist collided with Mri's ribs.

CRACK!

Mri's eyes widened in pain.

Before he could react—

WHAM!

Luhit kicked him straight in the chest.

Mri flew backward, slamming into the wall.

Dust filled the room.

For a moment—silence.

Then—Mri groaned, coughing up blood.

Kai and Ishu—watching from the sidelines—stepped forward.

"Kai… we might have to—" Ishu began.

But Mri raised a hand.

"Stay back."

His voice was hoarse—but determined.

"This is my fight."

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Flashback: Age 13

Back when Mri was younger—he had thought he was unstoppable.

That was—until the day he lost a fight.

It wasn't just any fight.

His opponent had destroyed him.

Every punch. Every kick. He had been outmatched completely.

That day, Mri had collapsed on the ground—unable to move.

His grandfather had watched from afar.

Then he had walked over and said,

"Pain is temporary. Weakness is temporary. But if you let defeat define you—then you've lost forever."

Mri had looked up, beaten and bruised.

His grandfather had extended a hand.

"Now, get up. And next time, don't lose."

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Back to the Present

Mri gritted his teeth.

"Pain is temporary…" he muttered.

He planted his hands on the ground—

And pushed himself back up.

Luhit's eyes narrowed slightly.

"You can still stand?"

Mri rolled his shoulders.

"Yeah," he said, cracking his neck. "And I'm not done yet."

Then—he charged.

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Mri's Counterattack

This time—Mri wasn't attacking blindly.

He had seen Luhit's movements. Analyzed them.

Luhit swung a fast punch.

Mri ducked.

Then—he twisted his body and delivered a powerful elbow strike to Luhit's ribs.

BAM!

Luhit grunted—but before he could recover—

Mri followed up with a spin kick to the head.

CRACK!

Luhit staggered back.

Mri didn't give him a chance to breathe.

He rushed forward, slamming his knee into Luhit's stomach—

Then a brutal uppercut to the chin.

BOOM!

Luhit was sent flying backward.

He crashed into the ground—dust rising in the air.

Kai and Ishu watched in shock.

"He actually—" Ishu whispered.

But before he could finish—

Luhit started laughing.

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Luhit's True Strength Unleashed

Slowly—Luhit got back up.

Blood dripped from his forehead—but his grin widened.

"You're stronger than I expected," he admitted. "But let's see if you can handle this."

Then—his entire presence changed.

The air grew heavy.

Kai's eyes narrowed. "Mri—something's wrong."

Mri clenched his fists.

"I know."

Then—Luhit vanished again.

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The Final Clash

This time—Mri was ready.

When Luhit reappeared behind him, Mri spun and blocked the punch.

But the force—was overwhelming.

CRACK!

Mri's feet skidded backward.

Luhit pressed forward, throwing rapid, powerful blows.

Mri dodged. Blocked. Countered.

Each strike was faster. Stronger.

But Mri refused to back down.

Then—he saw an opening.

Luhit made the slightest mistake.

And Mri took advantage.

He sidestepped, grabbed Luhit's arm—

And flipped him over.

WHAM!

Luhit crashed to the ground.

Mri immediately followed with a devastating punch to his jaw.

BOOM!

The ground cracked beneath them.

Luhit stopped moving.

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The Aftermath

Silence.

Dust settled in the room.

Mri breathed heavily.

He waited.

Then-Luhit chuckled weakly.

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Mri Turns to Leave

Mri wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Where is Priyanshi?" he asked.

Luhit smirked. "You think I'll just tell you?"

Mri stepped forward, eyes dark.

"You don't have a choice."

Luhit stared at him.

Then—he smiled.

"You'll find out soon enough."

Mri clenched his fists.