Meeting Gun Park

Wei Liang had seen many powerful fighters. But Gun Park was different.

The moment Gun stepped forward, the air changed.

The underground tournament had ended hours ago, yet Gun still stood there, watching Wei with unreadable eyes. He wasn't just strong he carried himself with the confidence of someone who had never lost.

Wei felt no fear.

Only excitement.

"You've been making a lot of noise," Gun finally said. His voice was calm, but there was weight behind it.

Wei met his gaze. "Not enough if I'm only meeting you now."

For a moment, silence stretched between them. Then, Gun smirked.

"You fight well," Gun admitted. "But you're not ready."

Wei clenched his fists. He had fought through underground rings, trained in multiple disciplines, and adapted to every style thrown at him. And yet, Gun dismissed him so easily.

Gun turned away. "Come find me when you've climbed higher."

Wei took a step forward. "Then tell me where do I climb?"

Gun glanced back, amused. Then he said two words that changed everything.

"J High."

Gun had been to J High before and knew it had fighters with immense potential like Vasco, Zack Lee, Logan and the pinnacle Daniel Park. So he decided to recommend it to Wei, if he couldn't survive here he didn't deserve to fight him.

A New Battlefield

That was how Wei found himself standing in front of J High, South Korea's most notorious school.

If Wei wanted a chance at Gun, this was where he had to be.

As he walked through the school gates, heads turned.

"Who's that?"

"Is he Chinese?"

"Damn… he looks like he came straight out of a martial arts movie."

Wei had always attracted attention his tall, lean frame and sharp features stood out. His jet-black hair, slightly tousled, framed his chiseled face, and his piercing eyes held a cold, unreadable intensity. His presence alone made people pause.

But it wasn't just his looks.

It was the way he moved.

Effortless. Fluid. Like a predator that had just stepped into a new hunting ground.

A few girls whispered as he passed.

"He's kind of… hot."

"I bet he's dangerous."

"That makes him hotter."

But not everyone was impressed.

"New guy!"

A voice cut through the murmurs.

A stocky student with a scar on his cheek stepped forward, flanked by three others. A typical thug, eyes gleaming with arrogance.

"Hey punk get down and clean my shoes." the thug sneered.

Wei barely glanced at him. "No."

The thug clicked his tongue. "You don't know how things work here, do you?"

Then he swung a punch.

Wei moved.

Light as the wind.

He sidestepped effortlessly, letting the fist sail past. Then, with surgical precision, his elbow snapped forward cracking into the thug's jaw.

The bully stumbled. His friends rushed in.

Wei adapted.

A boxer's counter-hook floored the first.

A Judo trip sent the second crashing.

A Muay Thai knee crushed the third's ribs.

Seconds. That's all it took.

As Wei stood over them, the courtyard went silent.

Then, the whispers started again.

"Did you see that?"

"That was insane."

"He's not just good-looking he can actually fight."

Wei dusted off his uniform and walked away.

Let them talk. Let them whisper.

Gun Park would hear about him soon.

And when he did, Wei would be waiting.