Chapter 13: The Fall of a King

A stunned silence gripped the gymnasium. The sight of Kim Hojun—the Iron Fist, one of the Four Kings—kneeling before Jihan was something no one had ever imagined.

His gang members froze, their eyes flicking between their fallen leader and the boy who had just defeated him. Jihan stood tall, his Pressure Aura still emanating like an invisible force field, making it clear that this wasn't just luck. It was dominance.

Hojun coughed, trying to steady his breath. He wasn't just beaten—he was crushed.

Jihan leaned in slightly, his voice low and commanding. "You have two choices, Hojun."

Hojun gritted his teeth, glaring up at him. He still had pride left, but it was hanging by a thread.

"You can keep your pride, stand up, and fight me again," Jihan continued, his tone eerily calm. "But you know how that ends." He let the moment sink in before adding, "Or, you can swear loyalty to me and keep your status—under my rule."

The gym was dead silent. No one dared to speak.

Hojun clenched his fists, veins bulging against his skin. But he wasn't stupid. The fight had made it clear—Jihan wasn't just another strong fighter. He was something more. Something terrifying.

Slowly, painfully, he bowed his head lower. "I… yield."

A collective gasp rippled through the crowd. The Iron Fist had surrendered.

Jihan smirked. First King down.

The Aftermath

The news spread through the school like wildfire. By the end of the day, everyone knew—Jihan Kang had taken down Kim Hojun. The balance of power was shifting, and now, the remaining three Kings were watching.

Jihan sat in the cafeteria, his gang growing around him. Dojin sat across from him, shaking his head in disbelief.

"You're insane," Dojin muttered. "No one has ever made a King submit."

Jihan took a sip of his drink. "That's the problem. No one ever tried."

Dojin laughed, but there was admiration in his eyes. "So what's next? You're not stopping at one, are you?"

Jihan's eyes flickered with determination. "Of course not."

A notification appeared before him.

New Mission: Shake the Throne.

Objective: Conquer Two Kings within the next week.

Reward: "Tyrant's Command" Skill – Ability to impose fear-based paralysis on weaker opponents.

Jihan smirked. Two more Kings, huh?

Elsewhere…

A girl watched the scene unfold from behind her screen, her fingers tapping rhythmically on her desk. Ghost had been monitoring Jihan closely, and this latest development had exceeded her expectations.

"Taking down one King is impressive," she murmured. "But two more in a week?"

She smirked, her eyes gleaming with intrigue. "I wonder… will you survive what's coming next, Jihan?"

Her fingers danced over the keyboard, sending an encrypted message to an unknown recipient.

"The game has truly begun."