The wheels chew the asphalt as our teenage protagonist, Gillsu, glares intensely at his glowing phone screen. His parents nagging falls on deaf ears. Suddenly, shadows consume them as the car plunges into a dark tunnel. His mother pleads for his obedience. Up front, his exhausted father shoots him a heavy sigh through the rear view mirror. Gilu scoffs, convinced his father deeply regrets raising a pathetic punching bag who only brings endless shame at school. Desperate, his mother begs him to simply quit if the new academy transforms into another living hell of bullying. She claims she only wants his peace. Gilu bitterly bites back, calling out her blatant hypocrisy about his sudden transfer. Silence hangs heavy, staring blankly at the glaring game over screen. A dark, suffocating thought of ending everything crosses his mind. The towering gates of Sixgate Academy loom ahead. Every fiber of Gilsu's trembling being screams at him to flee. He begs the heavens for a devastating earthquake. Stepping inside, he stammers out his name, Lee Gilsu. Trembling with fear, he prays time will freeze before the torment begins. But instead, a thunderous roar of applause shatters the silence. His eyes go wide. They are actually cheering, buzzing with genuine excitement over the cool new kid from the big city. During break, a duo approaches. Gilu braces himself, his heart hammering as the terrifying phantom of past bullying violently surfaces. But the guy simply claps his shoulder warmly. I am Dielle. He grins, inviting him to hit the campus store, promising a personal tour. Gilu is absolutely stunned. This is his very first taste of having normal high school friends. Walking together, Dielle playfully mocks their buddy's incredibly thick Rockley style eyebrows. Gilu awkwardly chuckles along, admitting that they undeniably possess a unique charm. A burning question echoes in his mind. Why is everyone in this academy so ridiculously happy? A tiny spark of hope ignites within his soul. Could he finally find peace? Suddenly, he crashes into a menacing senior. His lungs freeze. The senior's uniform is completely drenched. Pure terror grips Gilu as he bows and violently begs for mercy, frantically offering to clean the entire mess. Miraculously, the guy flashes a warm, forgiving smile and just laughs it all off. Gilu is utterly paralyzed by this unexpected kindness. The final bell rings out, signaling the absolute end of his agonizing fears. This aura is totally different. The heavy armor of anxiety he wore all day finally begins to melt away. A genuine smile forms. Transferring was an absolute blessing. Out of nowhere, Dial slams a hand on his desk, asking about his evening. Having zero plans, he happily accepts. But as the blinding neon city lights fade behind them during their long, silent trek, suspicion creeps in. Gilu asks about their exact destination. Dielle smirks, revealing a secret initiation spot every single newbie must witness. It sounds incredibly sketchy. The bustling streets vanish, completely replaced by the suffocating darkness of an abandoned, eerie industrial district. A chill runs down his spine. Dielle casually asks if he has ever thrown a punch before. Gilu gulps, whispering, "No!" Dielle chuckles darkly. He warns Gilu to steal his nerves, picking up the pace toward their mysterious hidden destination. Under the moonlight, gruesome battle scars peek out from Dielle's clothes. Suddenly, the traumatic nightmare of Gillsu's brutal past awakens completely. The phantom pain returns. Is he being lured into a savage trap? Paralyzed by absolute dread, his legs simply lock up, stuttering a desperate excuse to flee. But Dielle's grip tightens like a vice on his shoulder, promising the spectacle is completely worth it. Trapped by his own cowardice, Gilu is dragged to a massive rusted warehouse. A crushing wave of inevitable doom washes over him. The heavy metal doors grown open. A shock wave of deafening feral roars blasts his eardrums. Terrified, Gilsu shuts his eyes tight, bracing for a beating. He peaks through his fingers. A massive, roaring underground fight club stretches before him. Hundreds of wild high schoolers scream for blood. Gilu watches in pure horror as a brutal bone-crushing spinning kick drops a combatant, leaving him utterly paralyzed. Dial bursts into a maniacal laugh and spreads his arms. Welcome to our academyy's ultimate fighting arena. The glorious underground coliseum is breathtaking. Yet shockingly, the bleeding warriors pull each other up with absolute unyielding mutual respect. As confusion clouds his mind, a majestic voice echoes from the VIP balcony, demanding the trembling rookie's identity. It is the apex predator. President Jang Chung Dell bows, announcing Gil Su is today's fresh transfer. Gilu sweats bullets. That mountain of muscle cannot be a mere student. Suddenly, eyebrow kid leaps up, challenging Dell to a ruthless brawl, demanding bloody vengeance for his insulted haircut. smirking. Dielle cracks his knuckles and leaps into the fray. The terrifying president turns his piercing gaze to Gilu. The sheer overwhelming size difference makes Gillsu feel like a defenseless prey. Chung offers a chilling welcome over the deafening crowd as fists start flying between Dil and his rival Gilsu panics. "Why fight if they are bros?" Chung chuckles, vastly amused by the fragile freshman's innocence. Gillsu's brain completely shortcircuits. With a terrifying grin, Chung finally unveils the dark, hidden truth behind this seemingly perfect academy. We have zero bullying here, only pure regulated violence. All bad blood is settled inside this sacred ring. Gilu stands utterly frozen as Chongs eyes pierce his very soul. Chung saw right through him. He knew Gilu was a lifelong victim, offering him a bloody outlet right here. In the ring, violence is the ultimate equalizer. Gilu froze his eyes, trembling with sheer shock. Chun hated repeating himself. Listen closely because these are the absolute laws of survival. Rule number one, this blood bath is strictly for sixgate students. Graduates and dropouts are permanently barred. Rule number two, pure one-on-one combat. Absolutely no weapons allowed in the pit. Rule number three, the guidance council serves as the ultimate judges. Suddenly, a chilling shout pierced the noisy crowd. The cafeteria punk had hunted him down. Panic choked Gil Su as the psycho demanded a brutal payback match. Chung smirked, noting the instant death match. Experience is the best teacher. Now, rule number four. Street brawls outside are strictly forbidden. Got a bloody grudge? Settle it with your fists right here in the pit. The final rule. Show zero fear and enjoy the absolute carnage. Gilu felt his stomach drop. How could this nightmare be fun? The referee slashed his hand down. A monstrous aura suffocated Gilu. Three agonizing years of being worthless prey screamed at his fragile instincts to flee. The bloodthirsty crowd roared, pitying the fresh meat for drawing Kangan as his executioner. That monster was a legendary satist. Kangan grinned fiercely, taunting the trembling boy to strike first. A free shot for the rookie, but terror chained Gillsu to the floor, leaving him utterly paralyzed. Kangan flashed a demonic smirk. If the prey won't bite, the predator will feast. He exploded forward. Hot tears of despair flooded Gillsu<unk>s eyes. The crowd's manic cheering suddenly flatlined into utter revulsion. He puked from sheer terror. Kangan froze in disgust as the entire arena erupted into merciless laughter. Someone tossed a pity towel. Crushed by utter humiliation, Gilu sobbed that he had never thrown a punch. He was a total loser. Later, deep in the grimy school bathroom, thugs gossiped about the pathetic spectacle, calling it a total disgrace. Hiding inside a stall, Gilu realized his life was completely doomed. This wasn't a normal academy. It was a savage jungle. Chungs twisted games were a pure death sentence. Joy was impossible here. Dread for tomorrow consumed him, but surely the arena's absolute protection would keep him safe, he desperately hoped. Elsewhere, Chung was a total beast. He blasted through push-ups carrying two massive students. 999. His muscles screamed, but he conquered the 1,000th rep. Gilu watched this inhuman feet, utterly baffled by this supposed teenager. Chung locked his piercing gaze on the coward. Trembling, Gilu finally stuttered out a pathetic plea about the arena. Chung relentlessly mocked his projectile vomit technique, swallowing the brutal insult, Gilu begged to forfeit his fighting rights forever. The entire courtyard dropped into a breathless silence. Chung glared, demanding a reason since the kid escaped without a scratch. Staring at the dirt, Gilu confessed his absolute cowardice. He possessed zero fighting spirit or hatred. To him, the bloody ring was just a pointless torture chamber. He pleaded to officially quit. Chongs heavy hand crashed onto Gil<unk>s shoulder, a dark shadow crossing his face. That meant open season on his pathetic life. Panic seized Gilu. Instead of explaining the monstrous president roared out a devastating decree, Gilu was officially stripped of all arena protection. The school's brutal hierarchy immediately shifted gears. An overwhelming sense of doom suffocated the boy. His worst nightmare manifested instantly when Kangan stalked over, grinning wickedly about the forfeit. Bam! A ruthless hand crushed Gilu's skull straight into the wooden desk. The sadist cackled, welcoming him to real hell. since the weak lose their rights. Gilu was just officially drafted as his punching bag. The entire classroom turned a blind eye to the sickening violence. Kangan flexed his dominating power while onlookers whispered about the pathetic transfer students cursed fate. A delinquent lackey barked a cruel laugh, mocking the born victim. The tyrant then laid down an unbreakable law, demanding his new toy report for daily beatings. Agonizing sobs echoed through the cold classroom. The nightmare had just begun. Later, inside the suffocating teacher's lounge, Gilus's broken voice begged for escape. He was throwing in the towel, desperately signing his own dropout papers. He would survive through home studying. Eyes hollow and completely shattered, the boy admitted absolute defeat against this savage world. He whispered a tragic apology to his disappointed family. Trudging toward the towering iron gates, his shattered spirit accepted his pathetic ending. Suddenly, an imposing shadow blocked his escape. Chung glared down like a demon god, demanding answers. Why did he refuse to fight? Trembling under that suffocating aura, Gillsu, practically choked on his miserable apologies. A natural-born monster like Chun could never understand this despair, he finally confesses his deep rooted trauma broken by relentless torment. He just wants to surrender. But Chun grips his trembling shoulder, his voice cutting through the silence. You are even more pathetic than I imagined. Confused, Gilu stammers for answers. Ignoring him, Chun steps forward, his aura heavy. Who said you absolutely need a master's technique to fight? Chun demands. If your fangs are broken, tear them with your gums. If you lack muscle, weaponize your absolute courage. That is true combat. He violently grabs Gil Su's collar. Have you abandoned all will to survive? Tears spill from Gillsu's eyes, his shattered spirit, crying out for mercy. Chun sneers with disgust. Did you really think this brutal world was a fairy tale? Keep acting like a defeated dog, and you will be trash forever. Walking home, Gil Su bitterly whispers that an untouchable predator like Chun could never comprehend true weakness. Completely, utterly drained, he prepares to quit. Suddenly, Ha steps from the shadows, a demonic grin twisting his face. Word is you are dropping out tomorrow. Ha chuckles darkly. How dare my favorite toy leave without a proper farewell. His eyes glint with malice. If you run away, who absorbs my fists? Ever since Chun established that cursed arena, I lost my personal punching bags. I need a stress reliever. Ha leans in, promising that escaping school will not save him from this nightmare. Follow me. The scene snaps to a suffocating alley where brutal blows rain down on Gillsu. Broken on the asphalt, his fading consciousness begs for death's mercy. Ha scoffs. You should be thanking your lucky stars trash. If Kang Han's demonic older brother still ruled this school, you would already be a corpse. Suddenly, Ha flashes a wicked smile. Is this home address accurate? Gil<unk>s blood freezes. a wave of sickening dread crashing over him. Ha cackles with pure cruelty. A pathetic loser living in such luxury, unbelievable. Reading the exact location aloud, Ha promises their next brutal session will be a lovely home visit. Laughter echoes as Gilu violently forces himself up, roaring a desperate demand about his sanctuary. Ha orders him to freeze, threatening to leak humiliating photos to the whole world. Driven to the edge of absolute madness, Gilu questions the heavens. He thought the suffering was over, that he had crawled out of the abyss. But destiny dragged him back into the inferno. Chun's absolute truth echoes in his mind. Combat transcends mere muscle. The sickening realization of his endless cowardice shatters his mental chains. Merciless hands crush his face, pulling a tortured scream from his lungs. Ha throws his head back, laughing like a demon, commanding his hounds to grip harder. A soul shredding shriek erupts from Gilu. In a burst of primal adrenaline, he smashes the phone to the concrete. The screen splinters into jagged webs. Adrenaline surging. Gilu sinks his teeth into Ha's flesh like a rabid beast. The tormentor shrieks in agony. Blood tasting of defiance, Gilu vows to fight dirty, weaponizing his own weakness to survive. Blinded by explosive rage, Ha delivers a devastating right hook, launching Gillsu to the pavement. But defying all logic, the broken boy rises again. Ha recoils in sheer terror. He lost his mind. Panting heavily, Gilu flashes a psychotic grin. Ha freezes, paralyzed by the unyielding hellfire burning within his victim's eyes. If I cross the river of death, I am dragging you with me. Startled, Ha nervously laughs off the cornered rat's ferocious bite. He taunts Gil Su to continue this suicidal dance. The hyenas close in, but Gil Su firmly holds his ground. Snatching dirt from the battlefield, he blinds them with an explosive dust cloud roaring a battlecry. The blinded hounds stumble back, cursing as Ha realizes the brilliant tactical fall. Boiling with murderous intent, he orders the immediate hunt. Pushing his legs to their limits, Gilu sprints blindly through the darkness. Guided by fate, his trembling legs stop at the legendary fight arena. The heavy doors swing wide. Chun's eyes widen as a completely reborn Gilu steps into the light. I am stepping into the ring, he declares a flaring. Gasps echo through the stunned crowd. Gilu officially stakes his claim to fight. The hunting pack of bullies suddenly freeze at the bloody threshold. A knowing smirk paints Chun's face. This pathetic loser possessed a spark of madness far beyond his expectations. Standing squarely in the bloodstained ring, Gil Su braces for war. Ha's terrifying enforcer steps heavily into the spotlight, mocking the trembling prey. This mountain of muscle is Park Yongo. A lackey urgently whispers to watch his tone with the Supreme Alpha Chun watching closely. Yongo scoffs, knowing the deadly politics of the arena. Boom! A merciless fist shatters Gillsu's defense, instantly followed by a devastating knee strike. Agony rips through his stomach before a brutal haymaker resets his jaw. Kang mocks his foolish heroic delusions, raining down pure destruction. Another explosive impact shatters Gillsu's balance. Channeling his vicious energy, Kang launches a lethal high kick straight into Gilu's face, promising to beat submission into his bones. Laughing maniacally, Kang demands to know the flavor of regret. But Gillsu's unbroken, defiant glare only ignites Kang's burning fury. Lower your pathetic gaze, Kang unleashes a humiliating barrage of rapid slaps, barking that garbage must accept its place at the bottom. This is not some fantasy web tune. With a ferocious spinning backhouse kick, he sends Gil Su violently crashing across the hard floor. The crowd erupts in wild whispers, sensing shattered bones, dripping with adrenaline. Kang hungers for the slaughter to continue. Defying fate, Gilu forces himself upward. Kang freezes, bewildered that his prey is still conscious. Kang snars, demanding he drop the suicidal bluff. Death awaits, but Gilu fires back. This agony is absolutely nothing compared to the relentless hell he has already survived. He launches forward. A desperate strike sends Kang crashing down. The mob erupts, stunned that the vomit boy is actually fighting back. Humiliated Kang growls about being caught off guard. Trembling, Gilu roars and strikes again, but eats a devastating counter. Kang laughs viciously, mocking his pathetically slow movements. Just then, the president's wisdom sparks in Gilu's mind. Bam! A savage headbutt draws blood from Kang's nose. The mob goes entirely wild, screaming that this blood bath is pure entertainment. Observing from afar, Chung notes that despite the adrenaline rush, Gil Su is severely damaged. Yet his unyielding willpower is absolute. Enraged, Kang launches a devastating kick, crushing Gilu into the dirt, wiping away the crimson, Kang demands if he truly wants to die. Yet Gilu rises again, where his tormentors always truly this invincible? Has his fear been a mere illusion? The arena echoes with his name. Gritting his teeth, he unleashes everything in a desperate final strike. But a brutal uppercut shatters his momentum. His vision goes entirely black as Kang swears he will never show mercy again. Gilu collapses, handing Kang the bitter victory. In the dead of night, the boy awakens from the abyss. Despite the crushing defeat, a spark of pure pride burns within him. He actually drew blood. Yet frustration eats at his soul. If only he had kept his cool. If only he possessed the true strength to seize victory. Suddenly, an overwhelming presence approaches. Chung asks if the mental fog has lifted. Startled, Gil Su realizes the shadows are empty, asking why the president is here. Chung declares it is his absolute duty to prevent fatal injuries. The arena's true purpose is protection, not slaughter. He warns Gilu that tonight's miracle was merely a rare anomaly. His time in the blood ring is officially over. As expulsion looms near, as Chung turns into the shadows, Gilu's desperate voice stops him. What must he do now? Chung pauses, his brow furrowing. With blazing resolve, Gilu vows he will absolutely never run away. He begs for the path to true power. He confesses this nightmare began over a pathetic accidental slip of a shoe. It should have been a meaningless mistake. But the cruel hierarchy of the strong demanded blood. Predators circled him, extracting money through endless violence. He was completely powerless. Mocking him, they claimed the weak exist only to be crushed. Trauma suffocates him. Yet, a new fire ignites in his soul. He absolutely refuses to bow down. A terrifying smirk crosses Chong's face. Training the weak is his domain. Are you prepared for hell? Bam! A merciless fist sinks deep into Gilu's gut. Agony explodes as blood flies from his lips. Chun coldly whispers that this torment is merely level one. He swears to forge this broken boy into an unbreakable, unyielding weapon. Morning breaks, but the agonizing phantom pains remain. Just what kind of monster is Chung? Echoes of his brutal command demand his presence at every bell. Can enduring this torture truly rewrite his tragic fate? Dielle interrupts his dark thoughts, shocked that Gilu has not abandoned the school. "I am staying," Gilu declares. Dielle scoffs, assuming the boy is addicted to the adrenaline of the ring. Suddenly, an overwhelming aura descends. Kang steps forward, maliciously, sneering at his favorite human punching bag. The terrifying gap in power is obvious. Surprised by his return, Kang dares him to seek vengeance, but he drops a chilling threat. Cross that line and death awaits. As they part ways, a terrifying pressure leaks from Gillsu's body. Dielle sees him shivering, not from fear, but from blazing fury. A sacred vow is made. He will annihilate monsters like Kang. High above the world, the brutal rooftop training commences. Smash Chuns fists rain down like artillery strikes. Keep those pathetic eyes open and track the danger. All other battles are strictly forbidden until his awakening is complete. Gilu screams in protest, calling this senseless torture, squeezing his eyes shut against the pain. As the brutal sun sets and rises for days, the nightmare continues. Strike after devastating strike shatters his defenses. A monstrous left hook and a crushing kick send him completely flying. This is an absolute massacre, not martial arts. Meanwhile, in the underground arena, Kang mercilessly tramples his latest broken victim. Whispers fill the shadows. The tyrant has grown unhinged ever since the vomit boy bruised his massive ego. The crowd laughs, mocking his pathetic vulnerability to mere headbutts. Fury erupts. Kang roars at the mob, daring anyone to test his supposed weakness. The terrified challenger surrenders instantly. Disgusted Kang tears through the coward-filled crowd. Turning to his lackeyis, he demands the whereabouts of his favorite punching bag. Gilu is a ghost. He vanished from the hallways, completely abandoning the bloodstained fighting arena. They sneer, assuming he finally broke. But a dark realization hits Kang. The president's shadow looms in his thoughts. A twisted, wicked smile spreads across his face. It is time for a massacre. Under the midnight moon, Gilu pushes his shattered body lungs burning with exhaustion. The endless agony haunts him. Will this hellish path truly awaken his dormant power? Yet he driven by burning ambition. He pushes his limits. Suddenly, a roaring motorcycle swerves, violently clipping his shoulder. The biker slams the brakes, furiously blaming Gilu for the scratch. He dismounts, demanding a brutal settlement. Extortion is the game. But our main character barely has a dime, wondering how he could ever pay. Gilu bites back, stating the biker caused the crash. Enraged, the thug grabs his hair, landing a vicious punch. The scam escalates. The gang cackles maliciously, falsely, claiming this pathetic loser threw himself at their precious ride. Dizzied but defiant, Gilu faces the relentless shouting. Then a sudden realization strikes. His heart isn't racing with fear as the thug demands every last penny and epiphany hits Gilu. He survives daily beatdowns from an absolute legendary monster. Swatting the greedy hand away, Gilu throws a desperate left hook. Why cower and pay when this punk feels like nothing? But the thug casually catches his wrist, sneering with wicked delight. Was that pitiful tap supposed to hurt? The crushing reality sinks in. His fist carried zero impact. He is still devastatingly weak. Shock ripples through the gang as Gillsu frantically windmills his arms. He tragically confesses his training was purely in absorbing pain. The bully snorts, landing a brutal kick. Is this a circus act? His goons howl, mocking his pathetic drowning man flails. Flashing a demonic grin, the leader equips cold steel brass knuckles. He barks at his lackeyis to pin their prey down. This lesson in respect will be written in blood. He taunts the helpless boy to brace for a shattered jaw. The fatal strike descends, but suddenly a shadowy savior materializes, delivering a devastating flying knee straight to the bully's face. The thug violently recoils. Gilu stares in absolute awe, instantly recognizing the fierce warrior who just intervened. "It is deal," he chuckles at this faded reunion. Enraged, a lackey charges forward, fueled by blind fury. Deal effortlessly evades countering with a bone crushing left hook. A wooden plank strikes next, but he blocks it cleanly, retaliating instantly. Watching her gang get decimated, their female companion shrieks in panic. She wales about being abandoned in this sudden bloodbath. Gilu watches in pure mesmerization. Deal possesses overwhelming marshall prowess. He had completely misjudged this seemingly ordinary classmate. Desperate, the girl weaponizes their reputation. She arrogantly threatens deal boasting they run the notorious firstear hierarchy at Danghai. Sandell steps out of the shadows advising her to surrender. Calling for backup will only unleash a deeper darker nightmare. He drops a bombshell. They belong to six gates high. He smirks, noting their colossal mistake. They just provoked absolute apex predators. Terror consumes the thugs. They scramble onto their bikes and vanish. Deal clicks his tongue at the cowards, pivoting to Gilu. How did he trigger such trash? Catching his breath, Gilu unveils the brutal reality of his secret endurance training with Chung. Deal's eyes widen with genuine intrigue. He realizes this underdog holds a blazing passion for the marshall path. Gilu nods solemnly. His offensive power is zero. He was merely forging an unbreakable physical vessel when the ambush occurred. Bursting into laughter, D recalls those tragic windmill strikes. It was the most hilarious combat spectacle he had ever witnessed. He salutes Gilu's unwavering spirit yet delivers a harsh truth. Courage alone cannot defeat a swarm of bloodthirsty enemies. "A true fighter evades encounters," Deal explains. But a flicker of deep jealousy crosses his eyes. Being Chong's chosen disciple is an honor. Escaping the underground arena means nothing if you cannot survive the streets. This cursed academy breeds a uniquely savage ecosystem. Curiosity gnaws at Gillsu. Why did the mere mention of six gates high send those arrogant punks fleeing for their lives? Deal grins at the naivity. Their academyy's dark reputation precedes them. It is a legendary battleground steeped in endless rivers of violence. Once it was a lawless, blood soaked jungle. Only the strongest survived. Gilu tilts his head, noting the current eerie peace. That fragile piece exists solely because of Chun. He crushed all opposition, establishing the absolute law of the underground arena. The arena birthed order from chaos. It became the perfect crucible for savage delinquents to vent their burning fury safely. But this system hangs by a thread. Without their undisputed king, these artificial rules will crumble into dust. The dormant predators are waiting. Anarchy could erupt at any second as hidden factions plot to plunge the school back into bloodshed. Meanwhile, inside the bloodstained ring, a broken fighter crashes down. Yongo sneers with venom, mocking his opponent's pathetic limits. Drunk on victory, he points a threatening finger at a bystander. Get in the ring. Your face simply offends me. The target trembles in fear. A refusal is a death sentence here. The gallery roars with laughter, hyping Yongo's unhinged blood lust. Kang watches from his throne, labeling the cowards as bottom feeders. They desperately need to learn their pathetic place in this hierarchy. Surging forward like a beast, Yongo unloads a devastating left hook. He follows up instantly with an earthshattering right straight. The bleeding victim begs for mercy, but Yongo<unk>'s eyes hold no pity. Loading a lethal finisher kick, he claims this is absolute child's play. Suddenly, Kang rises, exuding a mountain-like presence. He orders the mob to part. Tired of useless chatter, he descends into the arena, ready to teach a permanent lesson. Time to teach those cowards a lesson. Back in the present, Kang steps up. The whole crowd holds their breath. His finger targets a whispering student in the crowd. He barks a chilling command. Get in the ring now. Panic strikes the boy's face. We do not even know each other. Kang just smirks. A predator needs no reason. Your face just ruined my mood. He violently yanks the kid by his collar. Are you daring to reject my challenge? Want to share Gil Su's tragic fate? Suddenly, Chung storms into the arena, radiating pure annoyance. What is this, circus, Kang? Kang shrugs off the heavy aura. Just a simple fight request and a tiny misunderstanding. He boldly challenges Chung next. Got a problem with that? I followed the school rules perfectly. Flashing back Kang schemes in the shadows with his crew. His lackey demand a master plan, Gil Su dug his own grave. Kang sneers. The absolute fool dared to reject the arena. The combat arena demands blood. Got functioning limbs, then you fight. In the brutal face of violence, everyone is completely equal. Those are the absolute laws of this school. They act tough, but peel back their fake bravado and the truth reveals itself. Spineless spectators feeding on others pain, never stepping into the ring because deep down they are truly pathetic losers. His gang eagerly nods along. We were enjoying the show, but that [ __ ] Gil Su shattered the beautiful illusion. What if we hunt the hunters, challenge the kings of the school? Yongo grins wickedly. They would have absolutely no choice but to fight or suffer the exact same bloody fate as Gil Su. Kang<unk>s eyes gleam. This arena is our new playground. Back in the present, Kang innocently tilts his head. I followed every single rule, Chun. Chung glares. Drop the fake tough guy act right now. Kang laughs mockingly. Apologies for the confusion. Next time I will select my prey far more carefully. Up on the roof, Chung unleashes a devastating combo on Gil Su, ending with a crushing kick. Gil Su groans. My soul is leaving my body, yet he stabilizes his stance and perfectly blocks a strike. The fear is fading. Chung smirks. Your body is finally adapting to the pain. Gil Su launches a desperate counterattack, but Chung weaves like a phantom. Frustration boils over. To taste victory, I must land just one clean hit. He throws wild, brainless punches. Chungs patience snaps. A sharp slap echoes across the roof. Close your mouth and focus. Gil Su whines, rubbing his stinging cheek. That was unnecessarily brutal. Chung glares intensely. You need to master the true essence of combat. Master this and you will conquer the arcad's underground brawls. Gil Sue looks around the dusty room. Why are we in this ancient ruin anyway? Pushing the doors open, a legendary bald figure appears. Bob Chung barks orders. Guard up, fists locked tightly right beneath your chin. Tuck that chin. Plant your feet shoulderwidth apart, bouncing lightly on your toes. Now fire a jab. Let your instinct guide the strike. Keep it light and snappy. Now for the straight right, twist your hips and shoulders. Channel explosive power straight from your legs. deliver absolute destruction. The impact echoes like a sniper rifle. Gilu steps up, eyes burning with determination. He throws a hilariously stiff, awkward jab, followed by a clunky, straight, I am a natural genius, but his confident smile shatters the second he checks the screen. Zero points. Chung sigh deeply. The sensor is heavily damaged. Unless your strike carries devastating kinetic force, it will not register at all. You need enough raw power to shatter bones. Find your unique combat style, Chung commands. And do not dare show your face around me until you completely obliterate that high score. Scene change. A phone is pressed against a trembling ear. His girlfriend coldly shatters his heart into pieces. Why is she pushing me away again? Distracted, he tragically collides with Yongo. He stammers an apology, but Yongo violently slams him down. Crack. His phone shatters against the cold concrete. Yongo smirks cruy. Oops. Did not mean to hit you. Rock glares with tearful eyes. That was entirely on purpose. Yongo's aura darkens. Got a problem with me, punk? Let us settle this blood debt in the combat arena. Terror paralyzes Rock. He frantically bows. It was completely my fault. Yongo bursts into sinister laughter as his crew snickers. See, just a tragic little accident. Definitely not bullying. Yongo pats his cheek menacingly. Watch your step next time, loser. Dial hauls Rock off the floor. We need to report these scumbags. Rock forcefully pulls away. Let it go. It is not worth the painful backlash. Dielle clenches his fists angrily. Inside the cafeteria, Gil Su furiously devours food, complaining his punch score simply refuses to rise. What is the secret technique? Suddenly, Splat Yongo maliciously dumps a tray of slop over Gil Su's head. Long time no see, coward. I wondered which dark shadow you were hiding in. He aggressively slaps Gil Su's back. I missed you. The heavy strikes quickly escalate violently. So great to finally reunite. Yongo leans in close. Pure demonic malice dances in his eyes. Do you feel the same overwhelming joy? Outside the cafeteria, the villains gloat. Kang and Yongo laugh wickedly about crushing Rock's spirit without a single consequence. Total absolute domination. Time to completely break Gillsu next. Let us remind him who rules this school. Kang commands. Yongo flashes a sadistic grin. Stay back, boss. I will personally execute this flawless punishment. Just trust my ruthless methods. Suddenly, Gil Su firmly catches Yongo's striking hand. Oh. Learning to bite back, Yongo mocks the terrifying rage burning in him. Murderous fury consumes Gil Su's mind. But Chong's strict ban echoes in his head. No arena fights until training is complete. I must suppress this blazing anger. Close your garbage mouth. Dielle suddenly roars, interrupting the tension. He aggressively hurls his entire food tray straight at Yongo's smug face. Back off immediately. Never interrupt a feeding beast. Gil Su watches in sheer shock. Deal glares coldly, ordering him to remember his absolute place. Yango roars, asking if Deal lost his mind. Deal smirks, chuckling that this isn't school violence. His hand just conveniently slipped. His blood was already boiling for a clash. Deal declares this perfect promising to crush Yongo's arrogance in the arena tonight. Later, D scrubs his laundry. Gilu, now in uniform, offers deep thanks, but D coldly states he didn't intervene for him. It might look heroic, but he simply wants to deliver a brutal lesson. He is utterly sick of the arena's tainted trash. He confesses his long absence means he is blind to the current underground chaos. Trembling slightly, Gilu asks about the darkness. Deal reveals a sickening truth. Predators intentionally drag the weakest prey into the brutal arena to strike absolute terror into the students. They ruthlessly parade Gil Soo around. He hadn't fought these cowards yet. This clash is destined. Now he will violently cleanse and protect his beloved arena. Gil Su stands confused. Why defend this hell hole? With Deal's monstrous strength, this underground stage should mean absolutely nothing. He asks what hidden past drives him. Deal's gaze darkens, confessing he once survived the same agonizing hell as Gil Su. Memories surface. A cruel tyrant defiles a filthy pot, maliciously declaring it a fresh pig trough. He commands the victim to drink. A heavier, pathetic version of Deal cowers. The tormentor violently wrenches his jaw, forcing the sickening humiliation. Suddenly, a massive hand crushes the bully's shoulder, ordering him to play nice. A legendary savior had finally appeared. Tearfully thanking the stranger, D admits his ignorance. The towering man offers a crinkled flyer, inviting him to the brutal boxing path. He pitches it to shed the weakness. This mysterious titan was actually the supreme master of a fierce boxing sanctuary. Deal embraced the bloody canvas and grew entirely obsessed. Through endless sweat and agony, his fat melted into pure, undeniable steel. One crushing blow shatters the bully's pride. The pathetic cronies gravel in pure terror, sensing an uncrossable difference in power. Those loud tormentors were merely hollow cowards. Gil Su gasps, realizing this fierce warrior was once a broken victim, too. D chuckles darkly. Chongs arena laws are savage, but he cherishes the absolute freedom to clash and hunt chosen prey. He vows to utterly crush Yango, commanding Gil Su to witness everything. Under tonight's blazing arena lights, the ultimate death match begins. Yango sneers, mocking Deal's sudden burst of suicidal bravery. Deal's eyes go cold. Did you come to bark or bleed? He demands the trash talk end now. Yango grins wickedly. Deal shifts into a flawless stance. Gil Su silently prays. The match violently ignites. Yango launches a rapid strike, but D casually deflects it, causing utter shock. Furious strikes follow. D slips through the onslaught like a ghost. Yongo desperately swings back, grazing his target. The roaring crowd cannot believe Deal's explosive speed. Yongo sweats. This speed defies logic, doubting if Dal only knows boxing. D relentlessly marches forward, suppressing Yongo with razor sharp blows. Yongo spits that these lightning strikes lack real killing power. Roaring his superiority, he retaliates with a devastating heavy swing. D parries perfectly and snaps another strike. Yango weaves, launching a fatal uppercut, completely blind to the brilliant trap. Deal detonates a catastrophic counterup smoothly, praising the pathetic attempt. Yango's eyes widen in sheer horror. Gil Su gasps. Deal is an absolute monster. Yango hasn't landed one clean blow. The trembling audience questions this unfathomable hidden strength. Whispers erupt that Yango's legendary flawless streak is crumbling. Gil Su shivers, finally discovering Yongo was an undefeated tyrant. A savage overhand violently slices empty air. Left hook phantom dodge. Right swing completely void. Yango's sanity shatters from the humiliating misses. Deal chuckles, mocking his desperate slow swings. A lightning strike rattles Yango's jaw. Deal lectures that light precision must precede heavy destruction. A brutal straight piston shatters Yango's balance, forcing him to his knees. D glares down, mocking his pathetic empty trash talk. He commands the fallen tyrant to vanish from this sacred ring forever. Slowly, Yango flashes a demonic blood- soaked grin. The nightmare is barely starting. Yango concedes Deal's boxing supremacy, but sinisterly vows the real unchanged slaughter begins now. Gil Su freezes in horror. Yango hoists his leg, shifting into a lethal Muay Thai stance, announcing the true bloody war. D instantly reads the murderous kicking posture. Without hesitation, he explosively lunges forward, diving beneath the fatal striking zone. Vowing to land two swift blows, he ruthlessly strikes. Yango winces in absolute agony, shocked that Deal's leg feels like solid iron. His devastating kick fully blocked. Yango attempts a savage counter, but Deal slips away. Unfazed, the monster charges like a rabid beast. Spotting Deal's ferocious incoming kick, Yango hastily raises his guard. Instant agonizing regret. The devastating impact feels like a crashing steel pillar. Hurled violently across the bloody canvas. Yango questions this unfathomable monstrous strength. Even a direct block brought soul crushing damage. Roaring furiously, Yongo unleashes another lethal kick. D instantly raises his sturdy guard. Crack. A horrifying bone fracture echoes through the silent arena. Gilu screams his champion's name in pure, utter terror. Deal retreats, clutching his shattered defense. Yongo cackles madly, demanding the same fierce aggression. Deal gasps, questioning this impossibly destructive kicking power. The sheer force behind those strikes was unimaginable. Caught completely off guard, Deal takes a devastating blow straight to the jaw. A relentless blinding barrage of fists rains down on him. Yango cackles like a maniac, thrilled his brutal combo is finally connecting. Deal curses his own mistake. He was too obsessed with guarding against those lethal kicks. Yango sneers, mocking his earlier warning. Did you not say to protect the arena? Who the hell do you think you are? A vicious low kick instantly sweeps Dal off his feet. Yango spits venom, calling him too pathetic to preach, legs trembling. Deal watches in horror as Yango winds up a lethal soccer kick aimed right at his skull. Sweet dreams. Bam. The referee intercepts the death blow with his bare shin. My leg is forged from steel. Referee Jun declares coldly. Striking a downed opponent breaks the rules. Yango merely chuckles. We were just warming up, but man, that was actually entertaining. His predatory gaze shifts to Gil Soo. Maybe that is why the old ghosts are returning. Their eyes lock and Yango bursts into hysterical laughter. This blood bath is about to get thrilling. Do drop by more often. Later, Gil Su supports a battered deal. When asked about his injuries, Deal grits his teeth. The humiliation of boosting their twisted egos hurts far worse. Gilu notes the brutal truth. Deal dominated initially, but those explosive kicks completely turned the tide of battle. Deal nods, haunted by the impact. Yango's kicks possessed monstrous weight. Yet something sinister lurked behind that final strike. Reaching their hideout, a grateful Deal offers his savior a bottle of water as a humble thanks. Gilu refuses the offer, claiming he has an urgent mission. Deal stares blankly as his friend sprints into the dead of night. The scene shifts to a gloomy classroom. Kang glares at an utterly repulsive pair of sneakers, demanding an explanation. A lackey stammers out a pathetic tribute from their faction. Kang scoffs. Loyalty is cheap. Show me raw power instead. The thugs bow deeply in submission. Suddenly, Yango swaggers in loudly, betting that Gil Su will be too terrified to attend class. Kang rises sharply, demanding answers. When Yango suggests hunting him down, Kang grips his comrade's shoulder. Your reckless victory changes our entire strategy. Yango blinks in utter confusion. Pacing the room, Kang explains their new reality. Crushing deal established their absolute dominance. The weak are finally trembling in fear. Targeting Gil Su now would only tarnish their newly forged menacing reputation. A follower foolishly suggests passing out recruitment flyers. Kang shuts him down instantly. The freshman subjugation phase is officially complete. The real war begins now. Outside in the smoky shadows, veteran fighter Shoku glares menacingly at the approaching fresh meat. The leader announces their bold challenge. Shoku barks a condescending laugh, treating these arrogant freshmen like annoying little children. Kang remains unfazed. We must look like infants to a legendary senior, especially one who fought beside my older brother. Shoku's eyes widen in shocking realization. Kang smirks, mocking them for cowering like defeated old men ever since Chun seized control. Enraged, Shoku violently hoists Kang by his throat, gasping for air. Kang smiles bitterly. I am just disappointed. We fight a solitary war. The era is shifting, Kang declares. Shoku demands answers while the scene cuts to Hang debating Chung. Hang demands immediate intervention in the arena. Ignoring this blatant rulebreaking will completely shatter their underground society's foundation. Kangs brother is mentioned. Yet, Chung remains stoic. The ironclad rules must stand, even if manipulated by absolute scumbags. Hang questions his maddening apathy. Chung sigh heavily. Forcing his own hand would irreversibly taint the sacred fighting grounds forever. Hang silently accepts this bitter truth. Suddenly, Chong's phone vibrates. It is Gil Su I. I told you not to call until you proved your worth. Are you giving up? Chung asks. Hardly Gil Sue pants. The camera reveals a blood-drenched arcade punching machine displaying a score over 99,999. Teach me your martial arts, he demands, ready for the next lesson. Flashback. Gil Sue sprints toward the gaming club, utterly haunted by Yango's mocking laughter. Driven by an insane thirst for power, he unleashes a storm of ferocious strikes against the helpless training dummy Bob. This is my only path to strength, he roars inwardly, pushing his mortal limits. Even if his fists lack destructive force right now, striking 10,000 times will forge them into steel. He recalls Chong's golden rule. True damage requires overwhelming impact, not just lightning speed. Without shattering the sensors threshold, his attacks are absolutely meaningless in a real battle. Knowing his physical limits, he grounds his stance, sinking his weight to channel every ounce of momentum into one devastating full body swing. Boom! His fist buries itself into Bob's face with a deafening crack. The digital screen flickers, finally rewarding him with three points, but he refuses to stop. The numbers explode past 20, crushing 134 and wildly skyrocketing beyond 4,000. His knuckles split wide open. Crimson blood splatters across the battered leather. His bloody marathon ends at exactly 99,999 points. "Make me stronger," he commands. Chung grins at this monstrous growth. Gilu glares with unmatched determination. "My time is running out." Smirking Chung prepares to unlock the next hellish stage of his training. The next realm of training awaits. It will shatter your limits, so brace yourself. But as Chung speaks, Gil Su's exhausted head simply slumps forward. A knowing smirk crosses Chong's face. Recovery is the silent half of training. He whispers while the broken disciple slumbers. Darkness falls the following night. Yango scans the underground arena. Is this the entire fighting roster? He snears. Not even half the usual blood hounds bothered to show up tonight. Are you all paralyzed by fear? Suddenly, heavy footsteps echo. Who exactly is trembling? A deep voice growls. It is the secondyear senior council enforcer Choi. Seems this arrogant freshman needs a brutal lesson in hierarchy. Yango flinches slightly as the upperassman releases a menacing aura. That pathetic dragon ink on your arm. I have despised it since day one. Choy snarls. And that alone is grounds for your execution. Choi always hunted for conflict using the pettiest excuses. Cold sweat beads on Yango<unk>'s face. Meanwhile, Hang steps up his voice dangerously low. "We cannot remain mere spectators now," Hang declares. "Blood for blood, fang for fang." Suddenly, the heavy iron doors grown open, and Shoku's sinister voice echoes. "Why is the killing intent so thick in here?" Rumor says, "The underground ring has gotten entertaining, so I graced you with my presence." Hangs eyes widen in absolute shock. Shoku smirks, mocking the senior for bullying a mere rookie. Should I add some real bloodshed to this pathetic show? Hang furiously marches forward. How dare you show your face in this sanctuary? He roars. Shoku merely tilts his head. A devilish grin forming. I belong to this academy, too, do I not? Shut your treacherous mouth. Hang snaps. You triggered a catastrophe last time, yet you stroll back in, pretending your hands are clean. Shoku lazily waves off the accusation. Let the buried past stay buried. He then steps deeper into the tension. Why so rigid? Hang the ranks are thinning out nicely. Fresh blood brings new entertainment. Wouldn't you agree? He chuckles darkly, eyes gleaming with malice. Hang refuses to yield, mocking Shoku's hidden cowardice with a venomous laugh. Meanwhile, amidst an abandoned, hollowedout construction zone, the awakened rookie Gilu questions this bizarre training ground. Shadows swallow the desolate ruins completely. This suffocating darkness. It feels like vengeful spirits are watching me. He shivers. Chong's voice pierces the void. You must forge your path through the abyss. Still anxious, Gilu presses his master about the true nature of this brutal regimen? Chung suddenly shifts the tone. Have the legends of the ancient Six Gates Academy reached your ears? He reveals that long ago, factions across the Janong district waged bloody turf wars for absolute supremacy, and the clan that crushed all opposition with terrifying might was none other than their own lineage. Once the six gates conquered, the realm rival factions retreated in total disgrace. Confused Gil Su questions how this ancient history connects to him. Chung drops a massive bombshell. The soil beneath your feet is jinning technical faction territory. Even though outright clan wars have faded, trespassing on rival ground is an unforgivable declaration of war. An outsers's presence guarantees a brutal retaliation. Panic grips Gil Su's soul. Bam! Chung violently slams the iron gate shut, sealing the lock. The only exit lies on the far side of enemy lines. Survive and escape. Chung grins mercilessly. True marshall awakening only blossoms in the fires of a death match. Master, are you insane? Gilu screams. Suddenly, the deafening roar of a heavy engine shatters the silence. Dread consumes him. Who dares to cause a ruckus in my domain. A hostile voice barks. The rider dismounts and terror strikes Gilu like lightning. He knows that face. It is the vicious tyrant Sile. Their eyes lock and recognition sparks. I thought that pathetic whining sounded familiar. Sile sneers with pure malice. But this battlefield is entirely different from our last encounter. Sile's lips twist into an ecstatic, bloodthirsty grin. Maniacal laughter erupts from his throat. You either have a death wish or balls of steel to trespass alone. Sile ominously slips on. His lethal steel knuckles. Gilu stands completely frozen in silence. Sile violently yanks Gilu's hair backward. Has fear paralyzed your pathetic tongue. But wait, the victim is whispering. Sile roughly grinds the cold steel against Gillsu's cheek. What was that worm? Spit it out before I shatter your skull. But Gilu's quiet murmurss finally become crystal clear. A Marshall mantra echoes. Guard at the chin. Stance at shoulder width. Footwork light as a feather. Boom. Without warning, a blistering jab erupts from the shadows. The strike detonates against Sile's jaw. Gilu flawlessly pivots his mind, perfectly synchronized with the ultimate combat formula. Sile's vision blurs as the devastating blow connects. It carries an explosive, crushing power that the old Gilu could never possess. The tyrants gang gasps as their boss vomits blood. A confident smirk blooms on Gillsu's face. The technique, it is flawless. Meanwhile, a broken fighter whimpers in absolute defeat, pleading for Shoku's mercy. Shoku chuckles darkly. If I knew this blood bath was so entertaining, I would have returned ages ago. To think the mighty council lap dogs were this frail. He glares down at the crushed figure of Enforcer Choi, completely unimpressed. Your spirit is already shattered. Hangs tense voice cuts through the tension. Do not bite off more than you can chew in this arena. Fight a real king before you gloat. Hang barks. Shoku's eyes narrow like a predator. Ah, our unresolved destiny calls. He tosses Choy aside like actual garbage. A total standstill. Just my faction against the pathetic council left standing. The terrifying aura had already purged the cowardly audience. The sacred duel laws were trampled into absolute dust tonight. Even the dormant beast Shoku had fully awakened. Bystanders smartly fled the scene, desperate to escape the impending slaughter. This chaos was precisely Mastermind Kang's sinister design all along. Stepping from the shadows, Kang issues a bone chilling challenge. If you crave a true death match, let us abandon this cage. He smirks at the hollow ruins. This empty club is no longer worth my protection. Hangs temper flares, but Shoku cuts him off. Listen closely, he commands. and drill this into Chum's thick skull. Hangs rage erupts. Meanwhile, across the turf, Sanu eats a devastating strike to the jaw. His comrade charges forward, blinded by absolute fury. "How dare you trample our territory?" he roars, launching a full power strike right at Gil Su's smug face. Yet, our protagonist doesn't even blink. A dark smirk appears. "Is that it?" he mocks. "Your pathetic strikes feel like a gentle breeze." Bam! A single gut punch sends him flying like a broken doll. Instantly, another thug rushes in, barking hollow threats. Gil Su welcomes the clash, but the power gap is absolute. One terrifying strike obliterates the foolish challenger. Panic ripples through the crowd. Is this the same trash from before? Suddenly, a fierce female sunbay steps into the fray. You complete fool, she snaps. Do you comprehend the hell you've unleashed? Behind her, an army of brutal fighters swarms. Your life ends here, she warns. From the shadows, a weird-haired punk sneers, questioning why a sixgates rat entered their den. Let's bury this trash, he demands. Cold sweat drips down Gil Sue's neck. The overwhelming enemy numbers mean a head-on clash is absolute suicide. His mind races for a strategy. The girl cackles maliciously. Finally grasp your grim reality, she mocks. Prepare to be crushed. In a flash, Gil Su leaps onto Seol's precious bike. She explodes in pure anger. Get off my ride, you psycho, she screams. If raw strength isn't enough, a weapon will do. The sudden roar of the engine sends shock waves of confusion through the enemy gang. Yet, he dangles awkwardly from the seat, fighting the wild machine. The gangsters erupt in cruel laughter, mocking his hilariously pathetic escape attempt. But it was a trap. He intentionally abandons the steering, turning the steel beast into a roaring missile that shatters their formation. Riding was never the master plan. He merely needed a heavy dose of pure chaos. Piercing through the dust, his fist brutally connects with the weird-haired punk's jaw. The thug known as Kunguk crumbles like wet paper. Catch that bastard. The mob roars. Giloo sprints like a demon. His tactical mind calculates rapidly force them into single combat and victory becomes possible. He briefly longs for the formal fighting ring. But an epiphany strikes. The entire school grounds can become his absolute domain of destruction. His eyes lock onto a towering staircase. He darts upward. The bloodthirsty mob surges right behind him. Thinking they cornered their prey, they stop. But Gil Sue waits at the summit, radiating a dark aura that dares them to ascend. Did the idiot lose his mind? They cackle. Driven by arrogance and blood lust, the gang blindly charges up the steps. Certain victory is theirs. Bamgill Su intercepts the vanguard with a bone crushing strike to the face, sending the arrogant fool tumbling straight into the abyss. A second thug leaps for revenge only to meet a devastating counterblow. The attackers crash down the steps like shattered bowling pins. A victorious grin surfaces. His tactical genius shines. By commanding the absolute high ground, this overwhelming army is reduced to a series of pathetic one-on-one skirmishes. The steep incline shatters their speed. A few more falling bodies and his path opens. Stop shivering and come get some. He taunts fearlessly. He invites the slaughter, eager to crush them and vanish. But suddenly, a bowl of scalding ramen materializes from nowhere, smashing directly into his skull. In that exact heartbeat, a shadowy figure vaults the railing. A vicious flying kick connects with Gil Su's jaw, plummeting him back into the savage mob. The crowd erupts in awe for their sunbay. The formidable upperassman snars, furious that a lowly sixgates rat ruined his peaceful ramen break, ears ringing and vision blurred. Gilu curses his luck. An ambush from the heavens wasn't in his survival manual. Shaking off the days, our hero launches a desperate assault. The Sunbay blinks in surprise, then mercilessly buries a brutal knee right into his face. The sheer impact is a terrifying wakeup call. This monster is on a completely different level. The arrogant senior glares down, granting the mob a mere 10-minute limit. Crush that rat and drag him here, he commands. Sparked by terror, the underlings instantly swarm Gil Sue in an overwhelming tide of violence. Still mourning his spilled noodles, the tyrant clicks his tongue in pure disgust. Actually, he growls, "You worthless trashes only have 5 minutes." A devastating storm of fists and boots rains down Gilu. Desperately defends, feeling his stamina drain as the battle tide drowns him in despair. But the main character's indomitable spirit ignites. Legs trembling, he forces himself upright. Bleeding out in this meat grinder is a one-way ticket to hell. Above the absolute carnage, a lack voice pierces the chaos, cursing the freshman's pathetic weakness for struggling against a recognized failure like Gil Sue. In a flash of pure madness, Gil Sue turns himself into a human missile. He rockets down the steps, catching the distracted boss completely offguard. He violently seizes the tyrant skull, delivering a bone shattering headbutt. Agonized screams echo as both warriors plummet down the concrete abyss in a deadly tangle. Panic paralyzes the lackis. They desperately rush to their fallen king's aid. Coughing up blood. The enraged Sunbay staggers up, aiming a trembling finger at our hero. Restrain that lunatic immediately. He roars with demonic fury. If he escapes today, every single one of you will pay with your lives. Escaping the brutal death trap, a manic laugh escapes Gil Sue's bleeding lips. Freedom is within his grasp. He merely has to blast through the rear gate. Salvation appears. The back exit stands wide open exactly as Chong prophesied. But a sudden, thunderous roar of a motorcycle engine freezes his blood, whipping his head around in absolute shock, his eyes lock onto a horrifying scene. Emerging from the dust cloud sits a menacing green-haired demon. The villain is ruthlessly dragging Seol across the unforgiving pavement behind his speeding machine. Unbelievable, the stranger sneers, "My useless dogs couldn't even catch one rat." Falling to trash like Gillsu. With a twisted grin, he licks his lips, calling his new prey absolutely adorable simply because he loves cute things. He declares himself as Huang Hukshin, the supreme ruler of this school. Gilu watches, carefully, questioning what kind of absolute psycho drags a person behind a motorcycle. Meanwhile, Hang smirks, noting the remaining trash finally dragged themselves here. Gilu glances back, spotting his previous victims. Hang realizes his men were completely crushed and bursts into menacing laughter. Seol lies trembling on the dirt, barely breathing. Huang glares at his pathetic soldiers, promising them a far worse fate if they fail him twice. Trembling with sheer terror, they beg for mercy. But the monster just snarls. Nobody touches his new toy, shocking the entire crowd. Gilu calculates that this psycho must be the absolute top dog here. Yet he notes Hang is significantly shorter, lacking Chung's massive muscles. Maybe he actually has a solid chance to crush him quickly. He strikes first, recalling Chungs ultimate advice about the classic one-two combo. of destroying any opponent and throws a fierce jab. But Hukjin slips past effortlessly, dropping into a terrifying grappler stance. He mocks Gilu's cute aggression instantly, diving for a lightning fast double-legg takedown. Gilu realizes his fatal mistake far too late. Instead of just falling, he is violently slammed into the concrete with devastating force. Completely dazed, his vision fading, Huang violently catches him. The psycho smiles, refusing to let his favorite toy break so quickly, craving much more brutal entertainment. In a blinding flash, Huang hoists him up, launching him backward into an earthshattering suplex. Gilu's skull violently crashes against the asphalt, coughing up dark blood. Cold dread absolutely consumes him. Is this where he dies? The spectating trash erupt in cruel laughter, mocking his absolute defeat. However, a mysterious student with purple hair snaps at them to shut their mouths. Once Huang finishes this bloody slaughter, they are next. Hang chokes Gilu, brutally demanding to know if he broke, already ordering him to struggle. Suddenly, a desperate kick smashes into Hangs face. Gilu, dizzy and bleeding, mutters how a dwarf like him dares call anyone cute. The atmosphere instantly freezes over. Pure wrath erupts from Hang. He screams at the insult. The purple-haired watcher whispers in absolute horror. Realizing Gil Su signed his death warrant. He explains Hangs childhood trauma regarding his tiny height, making that specific word an unforgivable taboo. Clueless about the approaching storm, Gilu braces for combat. But before his fist can even move, Huang latches onto his body. The demonic boss murmurs that the warm-up is completely over. Welcome to absolute physical hell. In mere seconds, Gilu is brutally locked into an inescapable triangle choke. His limbs are completely paralyzed and his oxygen violently cut off. Hang flashes a demonic grin, thanking Gilu for being such an entertaining sacrifice. The terrified purple-haired watcher trembles. This is the legendary hell triangle choke. Once trapped within its inescapable grip, the victim is utterly helpless. Huang reigns devastating blows down upon Gil<unk>s skull, screaming at him to repeat that insult. Gilu's mind spirals. This monster operates on an entirely different dimension than any thug he has ever fought. For the first time, death feels incredibly real. The crowd gasps as Gil Su miraculously hoists Huang's entire body into the air. With eyes blazing with survival instincts, he refuses to die here. However, Hang shifts his weight midair, smiling menacingly. He praises Gil Su's fighting spirit, fluidly transitioning into an even tighter submission hold, whispering that this toy permanently belongs to him. Gil<unk>s vision darkens as he violently gasps for a single drop of precious oxygen. Hang coldly notes the school's survival record is exactly 7 seconds. He wants to see how long this prey endures. Gilu feels his consciousness violently slipping away. Through the creeping darkness, a powerful vow echoes in his mind. He will never submit to bullies again, but his muscles betray him, collapsing entirely. Laughing like a maniac, Huang mocks his broken praise adorable defeat. Grabbing him like trash, he violently drags Gilu away, eager to continue their twisted torture session. The surrounding cowards breathe massive size of sheer relief. The apex predator has finally lost interest in them. They eagerly whisper among themselves, realizing this is their golden chance to flee. But as Gilu is dragged through the dirt, an absolute miracle occurs. His piercing eyes snap open. He calls this nightmare the fainting game. In his previous hellish life as a victim, his tormentors played this constantly. They bet money on his survival time, laughing menacingly at his desperate struggle for life. His only survival method back then, secretly pressing his pinky against his corroted artery, a desperate hidden defense against their daily torture. Now with shattered senses and fading power, Gil Su's trembling fingers scrape the bloody asphalt. Grasping a jagged rock, Hyukjun catches the sound spinning around quickly, but fate seals his doom. The stone violently smashes into his arrogant face, shattering completely. Spitting blood and staggering back, the boss loses his grip. Seizing this golden opening, Gillsu sprints for his life. Spotting the school gates, he desperately pushes his broken body, praying for true freedom. But Huchin blocks his path completely. Glaring with bloodthirsty eyes, the madman snars, asking where the hell he thinks he is escaping to. Gilu whips around. Huchin is stalking closer, completely unfazed. Panic strikes Gil<unk>s heart. This guy is an absolute monster. He just took a boulder to the face. How is he still walking? The exit is right there. I cannot fail. Suddenly, a heavy voice shatters the tension. Chung steps into the fray, declaring, "This foolishness ends now." An overwhelming aura freezes Hu Chin in his tracks. Chungs gaze pierces through him, his eyes burning with absolute terrifying irritation. Take one more step, and it is a declaration of war against the six gates. Huchin glances down. He crossed the boundary line. A twisted thrill washes over him. And he bounces lightly on his feet. He smirks, noting Gilsu felt different, but finding the legendary Chun here. That is an unexpected prize. Even better, Chung wants a piece of him, grinning like a maniac. Huchin lunges, screaming that the six gates reign is dead. Now Jinyong technical claims the throne. But Chung does not waste his breath on trash talk. His only reply is a heavenshattering right hook. The brutal impact explodes through the air like a fired cannon. Gilu watches in pure awe. Huchin blasts backward like a ragd doll broken teeth scattering across the concrete. Glaring with absolute disgust. Chung scoffs. Jinyong technical trash never changes. They only learn respect after tasting the dirt. Gasping for air, Gilu looks up at his savior. Chung casually states that the second trial is complete. Only the final test remains. Meet me on the roof tomorrow. Hearing this, a fire of determination ignites in Gil<unk>s eyes. But when morning arrives, Gilu ditches the rooftop. Instead, he stalks the halls boldly, calling out an opponent for an arena duel. He completely ignored Chongs final lesson, flashing back the vicious bully. Yangho corners Dielle, mocking his injured arm. He accuses him of faking it to avoid a beatdown. Yangho violently jabs at him, demanding a pathetic response. He mocks his previous cafeteria bravado before shoving him to the floor, laughing that the trash finally knows his place. Stomping ruthlessly on the cast, Yongho cackles. "Is it really shattered?" he smirks, calling the brutal injury a mere accident. trembling. Dielle asks if he plans to shatter the school's absolute laws. Yangho violently yanks his collar, laughing wildly. Rules. The arena is dead, so the rules are garbage. He winds up a punch, but suddenly Gilu dashes in, blocking the strike perfectly. Yangho freezes in shock. This catches us up to the fateful moment Gilu throws down the arena gauntlet, realizing his time is up. Training time is over. He must prove his strength right now. Yangho bursts into hysterical laughter, cruy mocking the vomit boy. He snatches Gillsu's wrapped fist. Have you been playing Hero in secret? He snears, mocking his desperate attempts at self-defense. Gilu forcefully swats the bully's hand away. Yongho blinks in stunned silence as Gilu demands an official rematch. A dark chuckle escapes Yongho. He has no clue where this suicidal bravery originated, but it sounds highly entertaining. Stepping back, a sinister grin forms. This will be wildly amusing. He promises to demonstrate the arena's newly established bloodbath. Prepare for absolute despair, he threatens. Meanwhile, high above the school, Chung stands on the roof, annoyed by his students absence. Bam! The rooftop door crashes open. Jinang storms in, desperately demanding where Chun was last night. The arena is falling into utter chaos. Naturally, Chong remains clueless. Jinang reveals that the terrifying Shoku invaded the arena, issuing a grim warning about their current path. Destruction is imminent. He begs Chong to intervene immediately. Yet, the legendary senior merely smirks. Shoku actually showed up. How fascinating. Frustrated by this casual attitude, Jinang screams that their sacred battleground is crumbling. Chongs eyes turn cold. If our arena falls to such petty squables, then let it burn to ashes. The arena did not thrive because I chained it down with absolute iron rules. In fact, it was the exact opposite reality. It is a toxic river. It will eventually cleanse its own tainted waters naturally. If one single person's overwhelming power alters the fighting grounds, that is destiny. But if it remains completely stagnant, then it never had true worth anyway. Shifting back to class, the calculating Hannah questions Yongho about the latest rumors. Did that trash really challenge you? Yung Ho chuckles, confirming the idiot lost his mind and started acting like a hero. He mocked his newly bandaged fists, guessing he tried some secret training. I will utterly destroy him in the ring. Anna remains dead, silent, deep in thought. Noticing this dark silence, Yung Ho pauses, asking what is troubling his mind. Is something wrong? Hannah sigh coldly. Crushing a pathetic insect like Gil Su brings us absolutely zero tactical advantage right now. Our only target must be dethroning the monster Chun. Yangho laughs it off. Relax. I will just snap Gillsu's arm in half. He will never dare cross our path again. Victory is already guaranteed, but the real issue is maintaining our terrifying reputation after doing all this exhausting dirty work. To claim absolute dominance here, flawless victory is his only option. One slip up means death, trauma violently resurfaces, leaving him gagging. Yet his unbreakable willpower burns brighter than ever. Later, beyond the school gates, Rock confronts Gilu. Are you insane? Challenging that monster? Rock yells. You saw his sheer brutality. If Dole's devastating power couldn't crush him, what chance do you have? Gilu clenches his fists. Was his reckless challenge a mistake? defying Master Chong's strict orders. Right before the final awakening, Dole begs him to surrender. Cancel this death wish. Master Chong's secret arts are incredible. But Yangho is a completely different beast. You're the new blood. You don't grasp the true terror of that psycho. He rules the shadowy underworld, using runaway kids for his twisted, bloodstained games. Your defeat is already written in stone. Back off. Once my wounds heal, I'll annihilate him, but Gilu fiercely refuses. No, you bled trying to protect me. I won't forget that debt. As for the morning's hallway, humiliation, that endless cycle of being treated like absolute trash, being a pathetic circus freak for their amusement. I'm done. I refuse to sink to their pathetic soulless level. Yangho is my first stepping stone. I'm ending that unfinished cafeteria blood bath right now, even if the Reaper himself stands in my way. I am finally ready. Darkness swallows the sky. Whispers echo through the halls about Gilu's hellish secret training. The arena is practically exploding with bloodthirsty spectators. It's the most legendary turnout this school has witnessed in ages. Rock shivers, feeling the overwhelming pressure of the massive crowd. Hail smirks. Gilu's explosive impact. During those last two brutal brawls became a myth. The true magic of this blood ring. Power levels mean nothing. Only your killing intent matters. Pacing the ring like a caged beast. Yangho sneers. He's late. His cronies burst into taunts. Betting the coward fled. Let the rat run. and Yongho spits. We'll hunt him down and butcher him in the streets. Master Chun observes from the shadows. The restless crowd starts boiling over. Is this a damn joke? Drag him here. Yangho erupts into wicked laughter. You fools got played? That worm is miles away. Shows over. Panic grips Rock's heart. Did his friend really abandon his pride? Suddenly, bam. The heavy metal doors blast open. A familiar voice echoes. Give up. The entire arena freezes. Gilu steps forth, head shaved to the bone. A warrior's vow. Now my true school life officially begins. Yangho's jaw drops before he explodes into hysterical mocking. Shrieks tears streaming down his face. A haircut. You think going bald awakens some hidden dragon. The mob joins the cruel symphony branding him an absolute lunatic. A tragic cringy joke. A knowing smirk crosses Chungs face. Laugh while you still have teeth. Gilu declares coldly. Because your smiles end tonight. Yangho sneers. Dell barked just like that before I crushed his skull. Gilsu steps up, promising absolute destruction. The referee slashes the air. Positions. The tension is suffocating. Gilu locks his iron stance. My past is dead. I'm dragging you to hell with me. The referee roars, readys eyes burn with pure killing intent. Fight. The arena explodes. Gilu blasts forward like a cannonball. A lightning fast jab strikes out Yongho lazily swats it away. Cute bravery, but raw guts won't save you from a god. Yung-ho counters with devastating speed. A merciless fist rocketing straight into Gillsu's jaw. Flesh meets bone. I'll make you curse the day you were born, you pathetic insect. A blinding flurry of blows, a devastating combo violently launches Gillsu across the bloodstained canvas. Is this your grand secret training? You're just a human sandbag. A lethal spinning elbow. A crushing left hook. The sheer power gap is terrifying. This is a predator's den. A crash course in combat won't save prey like you. But Gilu fiercely holds his ground. This monster's velocity and destructive force are terrifyingly superior to those street thugs. Still, Gilu anchors his bloody feet, refusing to fall. Yet, Yangho weaves like a ghost, hands arrogantly locked behind his back. Are you dancing or fighting? He cackles like a demon. Hit me garbage. Bam! He sweeps Gilu to the floor, moving in slow motion. The crowd erupts in merciless jeers. Why are you just eating fists? Fight back, loser. Where's that big energy now? As predicted, a spectator snears. A total massacre. Yangho<unk>s ego is just going to inflate to god tier levels. Master Chongs eyes narrow sharply. Are you blind? Look beyond the surface. See who holds the true predators gaze. Gilsu's unwavering glare locks onto his prey. Yongho chuckles darkly. You've got a thick skull. I'll give you that. A perfect toy. But sudden shock freezes Yongho's smirk. Gilu drops his guard completely. A chilling aura erupts as Gilu whispers. The warm-up is over. His eyes blazed with unstoppable absolute certainty. Flashback to the rooftop, he confessed to Master Chung. I can't<unk>t wait for the final awakening. I broke the taboo. He couldn't resist the blood soaked call of the arena. His boiling blood demanded battle against Yangho. The chains of restraint had finally snapped. Chung firmly replied. Then we forge a new path of hellish training. He charges like a beast, roaring. Time for the ultimate crash course. Live combat is the ultimate crucible. he declares. Raising his guard, he smirks, claiming this showdown is the only training required. A devastating blow sinks into Gil Su's gut scent. Launching backward, he gasps. Has Chung completely lost his damn mind. Are you just a punching bag for the arena? Chung barks, his aura flaring. Wake up and strike back. Gil Su unleashes a desperate swing. Chung effortlessly slips past, retaliating with a rapid fire barrage that forces him, retreating. Too slow, too pathetic, Chung mocks. Do you truly believe these feather-like strikes will conquer anyone in this academy? I know a few mere sessions won't forge a master. Gil Sue grunts through the pain, but victory is absolute. He launches a right hook. The impact echoes like a cannon blast reminiscent of his legendary strike, leaving even himself utterly stunned. Is your hunger for victory that Shallow Chung questions having completely tanked the heavy blow without raising a single defense? Drop your guard completely, he commands. Flash forward to the blood soaked arena where Gil Su unleashes a beastly earthshattering roar. Rock and Deal stare in absolute disbelief. Gil Su charges forward, reigning a relentless storm of fists straight toward Yongho. Did his spirit break? Deal mutters. Throwing such wild, suicidal haymakers is just begging for a swift, brutal execution. Was training with a monster like Chung utterly pointless? Seeing this desperate display, Yongho erupts into arrogant, condescending laughter. Hoping for a lucky miracle, Yongho sneers effortlessly, countering the barrage. Do you really think this trash will touch me? A deadly strike grazes Gil Su's cheek, but dodging perfectly, he grapples Yongho tightly, completely shattering the tyrant's smug expectations, shoving furiously against the iron grip, Yongho snars. What kind of suicidal tactic is this? The crowd boos the pathetic display. This is completely agonizing to watch. If you're destined to fall, at least die with honor. The arena witnesses a brutal one-sided massacre. Seizing Gil Su's hair, Yongho unleashes vicious bone shattering knee strikes directly to his skull. Accept your fate and stay down, he roars. But wiping his blood, Gil Sue smirks. The trap was officially set into motion. Flashback to the rooftop. Chungs commanding voice echoes. When you secure the grapple, completely abandon your defense and seal their limbs. That is where your true battle ignites. Demonstrating flawlessly, Chung sinks a devastating liver blow straight into his trapped student. Hunting a fleeting shadow is impossible, Chung preaches. But paralyzer prey and shattering their defenses becomes absolute child's play. Pinning him down, Chung launches lightning fast strikes. Gil Su frantically retaliates, triggering a knowing smirk from his seasoned master. When they fight back, grit your teeth and endure. Chung roars. Channel the hellish suffering you've survived thus far. Amidst the chaotic brawl, Chong's wisdom pierces through. Wait for the perfect opening, then unleash absolute destruction upon their core. The terrifying pressure pushes Gil Su toward the edge. His defense shatters completely, panic blinding his marshall focus for a fatal second. In a flash, Chung bridges the gap. A monstrous right hook cuts through the air, moving faster than human thought itself. Paralyzed by overwhelming aura, evasion was impossible. Miraculously, the lethal fist halts mere inches away, leaving the young fighter breathless. Never seek a clean kill immediately, Chung commands strictly. Drown your enemy in pure chaos. Shatter their strategic rhythm first. Make your trajectory an absolute mystery. Present day Gil Su clenches his iron fists, blasting Yongho<unk>s ribs with explosive force. I must become an unpredictable storm, he resolves. Yet Yongho fiercely ignores the pain, raining down savage counterattacks without mercy. Blood flies freely as they trade bone crushing blows. Yongho finally winces in agony. His arrogant facade cracking as the relentless damage steadily accumulates. Seizing his painful distraction, Gil Sue buries ruthless targeted strikes deep into his gut. The horrified crowd loudly gasps, dubbing it foul and filthy dirty boxing. Revelation strikes. Deal like lightning. He abandoned the head entirely to systematically dismantle his foundation from the inside out. Sensing the mortal danger, Yongho frantically backpedals to escape. "Your guard dropped," Gilu murmurs. "The gates are wide open, target visually locked." Gil Su shifts his battle stance, launching a piercing jab. Too slow and incredibly predictable, Yangho sneers, effortlessly slipping past the desperate attack. Observing from the shadows, Chung smiles with dark anticipation, recalling the ominous final lesson he imparted. Battlefields are oceans of chaos. Textbook techniques won't secure victory. You must devour your enemy with an endless suffocating assault. The evasion was perfectly calculated, gripping Yongho's skull tightly. Gil Su's eyes ignite with primal fire. The legendary elusive opening had finally materialized. Cold terror grips Yongho as the snare snaps shut. Did you foresee this destiny? Gil Su roars, detonating a catastrophic right. The tyrant is blasted violently across the ring. The arena erupts into deafening shock. The entire crowd roaring as the underdog completely rewrites history. Wiping the blood, Yongho fully grasps the terrifying reality. Cracking his knuckles, Gil Su grins darkly. The true inescapable nightmare begins right now. Prepare for absolute hell. The spectators scream his humiliating nickname, but this time it echoes with absolute reverence and fiery faith. A pathetic lucky fluke, Yangho snars his pride, deeply wounded. Blinded by blazing fury, he recklessly charges like a wounded beast. A lightning jab completely shatters his defense immediately, followed by a skull-crushing right hook. Before Yangho can even breathe, Gil Su relentlessly marches forward again. Another devastating combination perfectly connects. Chung grins widely, openly acknowledging his terrifying growth. In this bloody realm of combat, unyielding willpower and savage endurance stand as the ultimate keys to absolute victory. The greatest weapon is surprise. One unpredictable strike shattered his focus. The flow of battle completely shifted to Gil Su. Yango wiped the blood away, glaring. But D saw the truth. Panic was slowly taking over, especially with Han glaring at him in utter disappointment. The absolute pressure of Hemi's strict order to win echoed endlessly. Humiliation twisted his face. He shifted into a lethal Muay Thai stance, declaring he was utterly sick of this pathetic game. Gilu knew hesitation meant death. It was time to end this right now. But a single misstep. A devastating kick crashed into his face, sending him flying across the ring, clenching his jaw against the blackout, he gasped. What kind of monstrous power was that? A second brutal strike hammered into his gut. But the sound, it echoed like a massive collision of solid steel. The relentless barrage slammed him into the ropes. Yango barked with arrogance, telling a worthless loser to stay down permanently, mocking him as absolute garbage. Gil Su gasped for breath. Every single devastating blow felt like a direct cannon blast, leaving zero blind spots to counter. Desperation set in. Then D's crucial warning flashed in his mind. D warned him not to underestimate Yango's insane danger level. Despite his intense preparation, he needed to stay incredibly vigilant. Yango was hiding a dark secret. His lethal kicks defied all logic. If those legs moved, he had to brace for pure destruction. The puzzle pieces finally clicked. This wasn't human flesh and bone. It literally felt like taking a swinging iron pipe to the face. Raising his leg for the kill, Yango sneered wildly. Praising the pathetic, terrified look frozen on Gil Su's face, demanding he beg for mercy like a stray dog, Gil Su desperately tried to evade the strike, but his shattered body reacted too slowly. A direct impact crushed his face, juggling him wildly like an arcade fighting game combo. Yango savored every single moment of this brutal massacre. But staring at Yongo's twisted, sadistic smile. A dark memory awakened, reminding Gil Su of the ruthless bullies who made his life hell. They were all exactly the same type of absolute scum. Thrusting his backside out defiantly, he swore he absolutely refused to fall here. A brutal kick smashed his cheek. A total shock, D screamed out loud. What the actual hell was he doing? Gil Su smirked through the bleeding, daring Yongo to strike all he wanted because he already foresaw exactly how this would end. Yango laughed in disbelief, mocking this pathetic display. Did he really think this joke would stop absolute power? He unleashed another strike, but hilariously smashed right into Gil Su's backside again. The loop repeated flawlessly. Every deadly strike simply bounced off his mighty glutes. The entire crowd exploded into roaring laughter, shouting that his fighting style was purely legendary. Wondering what this ultimate secret technique was called. Deal chuckled highly, praising Gil Su's absolute genius, pointing out that offering his glutes was literally the ultimate defense mechanism, especially given his highly disadvantageous fighting stance. Yango's stamina was draining fast. Furious, he challenged Gil Su's pathetic strategy, daring him to block the next fatal strike with his skull. A massive kick tore through the air. Gil Su casually ducked it, smirking that the attack was finally moving in absolute slow motion. Deal noticed the drastic drop in speed. Something felt terribly wrong back when they fought too. Yango's leg power was overwhelmingly explosive, but he hesitated heavily to unleash them. Deal quickly deduced the absolute truth. The greater the destructive power, the higher the fatal risk. With every passing second, Yango's stamina plummeted dramatically. It reached the point where Gil Su completely abandoned his legendary iron glute defense technique. Now effortlessly dodging every strike, slipping past a kick, a crucial detail caught his eye. But that split-second distraction cost him dearly as a spinning fist smashed directly into his skull. Yango ruthlessly capitalized on that tiny window of fatal vulnerability. Yango mocked his ruined prediction, roaring with cruel laughter, taunting his pathetic stubbornness for refusing to just die. But playtime was finally over. He launched a vicious soccer kick directly at Gil Su skull. A bone chilling impact echoed loudly. Yango proudly declared his absolute victory. No amount of freakish resilience could survive that fatal blow. the ultimate price for daring to act tough against superior strength. Yet Gil Su calmly spoke, shocking him completely, mocking how painfully slow and utterly weak his final kick had become. The tables instantly turned Gil Su violently shoved the unbalanced fighter straight into the dirt. Cold sweat immediately drenched Yango's terrified face. Pure panic seized his heart. Gil Su cooly exposed the truth, questioning that weird metallic impact while highlighting the massive drop in speed, the mysterious silver glint from earlier. He grabbed Yango's pant leg tightly. Absolute horror paralyzed the villain. His mind screaming in sheer terror. He forcefully ripped the pants open, declaring he had him cornered, exposing the heavy hidden metal shinuard attached below. The ultimate mystery was fully solved. Swinging all that dense iron naturally drained his stamina rapidly. His secret weapon was his own downfall. The entire arena erupted into brutal mockery, trashing him as a filthy cheater, a pathetic fraud, faking incredible strength with cowardly metal armor. Han confirmed the bizarre nature of those attacks. He quickly asked Chung how they should handle this filthy fraud. Chung just let out a dark chuckle, telling him to enjoy the show. This execution was ending shortly, completely handled by Gil Su<unk>s wrath. Pinning him down, Gil Su unleashed an absolute barrage of merciless punches. Yango was utterly paralyzed with shock, wondering how this monster still had energy. Gil Su smirked at that absolutely terrified expression. Recognizing the pure, suffocating dread of a man losing all his hope. Facing him, Gilu wears that familiar, terrified look from his past. Yet, that cowardly shell has finally shattered. His old self is finally dead, and he is fiercely fighting back. Roaring with blazing tears, he unloads a devastating right hook, smashing Yango straight across the jaw. The tyrant skull violently crashes against the cold arena floor. His vision rapidly blurs, teetering on the dark edge of total blackout. The referee instantly waves off the bloody match, crowning Gilu victorious. Raising his trembling fist high, pure euphoria washes over Gilu. He actually crushed his mighty tormentor using his own strength. Paralyzed on the ground, Yongo mutters in utter disbelief. His shattered pride refuses to accept defeat. Spotting Shoku, he desperately groans. He swears brutal vengeance, but Shoku coldly dismisses him as worthless trash. Turning his back, the absolute disrespect makes the crowd erupt. They violently pelt Yongo with merciless debris, screaming for the filthy cheater to perish. They mock his pathetic state, demanding bloody brawls. Suddenly, Gilu approaches his fallen enemy. He firmly offers a helping hand, leaving the brutal bully totally bewildered. Gilu orders him to rise and swallow his foolish pride. He truly wanted to destroy him for those dirty, underhanded tricks. However, the sacred arena laws bind his fury. Next time, they must clash with honorable fists. Yango stares completely stunned, speechless. Chung chuckles darkly. This rookie is far more entertaining than expected. Offering a merciful handshake to a monster is purely insane. Now, Gilu truly embodies the fierce spirit of Sixgates High School. His hidden potential totally exceeds Chong's wildest expectations. Suddenly, Shoku's menacing voice echoes out. He arrogantly demands to know why pathetic little bottom feeders are polluting this legendary battleground. The audience gasps in horror as Shoku violently hoists Yango up. He spits that a miserable failure belongs nowhere near their prestigious academy. Gilu is completely clueless about this terrifying giant, but Chun casually glides into the ring, daringly questioning Shoku's sudden violent outburst. Shoku sneers a sinister greeting, labeling him a pathetic traitor, heavily stomps toward Chung, witnessing such garbage tier street brawling deeply offends him. His blood boils seeing their glorious academy rot. He would gladly obliterate this pathetic arena and totally crush the corrupted system himself. Chung laughs mockingly, assuming the silent giant had finally surrendered his grand ambitions. But this fiery defiance sparks absolute thrilling chaos. He enthusiastically welcomes the massive titan to clash. Chung is completely prepared to absolutely demolish him and demonstrate the arena's true law. Murderous auras erupt as both legends assume their deadly combat stances. Aruck students whisper, unable to believe this epic pre-graduation showdown. Gilu innocently asks if they share history. A bystander gapes at his ignorance, then realizes the clueless rookie is just a recent transfer. Long before this underground arena existed, these two legendary titans fiercely rivaled to claim the absolute apex throne of the entire school. Gilu reels, realizing this giant matches Chung's terrifying power. Shoku brutally stomps the concrete, cracking his massive knuckles in a menacing warm-up. He wickedly asks how long it has been since their last bloody war. Chung scoffs in total disgust at the pathetic, nostalgic memories. He mocks him for eagerly craving another humiliating defeat. Roaring at his blinding arrogance, Shoku erupts forward like a rampaging juggernaut, he screams that Chun ruthlessly claimed the throne just to host this pathetic circus. His explosive shockwave instantly paralyzes the entire terrified crowd. Fleeing in pure panic, students scream in absolute terror, they question this monstrous pressure. Terrified the crumbling arena will totally collapse. Chun gracefully vanishes from the heavy strike, mocking his terrible aim. A wicked grin splits Shoku's face as he launches a devastating left hook. Chung flawlessly evades again, instantly countering with a blinding flash kick. Naturally, the giant effortlessly weaves away. A high-speed deadly dance erupts as Shoku wildly misses every single earthshattering blow. Gilu watches mind blown by the colossal behemoth's terrifyingly superhuman agility and explosive speed. Gilu praises Chong's godly evasion skills. Trembling nervously, Yu asks about the catastrophic consequences if Chung falls. Dial pauses, dread heavily sinking in. He grimly warns, "The arena will face total annihilation. The entire academy will hopelessly plunge back into the dark era of relentless chaos since Shoku secretly serves the notorious supreme boss, Han." Gilu questions this mysterious name. Meanwhile, blistering fury consumes the heavily panting giant. He roars that Chung scurries like a pathetic coward, demanding he forget his ancient glory. Shoku aggressively shifts into a bonecrushing offensive stance. Exploding forward, he bellows that a terrifying evolution has completely transformed his power. He unleashes a highly destructive, thunderous palm cannon, which Chun barely evades. Still, the razor-sharp shock wave violently slices his cheek open. Shoku erupts into maniacal laughter, celebrating first blood drawn. A relentless tsunami of blows forces Chung to fiercely retreat. He openly mocks the defending champion, claiming his legendary martial arts have miserably rusted. As fresh bruises rapidly bloom across Chong's battered body, Shoku cruy snars. If he knew the mighty king had become this incredibly fragile, he would have ruthlessly crushed him ages ago. A catastrophic haymaker sends Chung violently airborne Gillsu panics desperately wondering how to overcome this monster. Dial urgently explains the brutal reality Shoku always possessed. Absolute overwhelming physical strength, but Chung's flawless mastery previously tamed the wild beast. Yet, witnessing this brutal massacre, the Titan is completely dominant. He definitely endured some terrifyingly forbidden training. Shoku marvels at his new god-like physique. A mysterious dark power courses through his roaring veins, dangerously pushing his brutal limits beyond human comprehension. Hoisting his massive leg for an apocalyptic ax kick, he viciously declares Chun utterly obsolete. He orders the fallen king to finally perish. Chung glares upward. A deafening bone shattering boom instantly rocks the arena. The horrified students gasp in absolute shock at the unbelievable bloody aftermath. A devastating blow crushes Shoku's face. Chung coldly demands if his enemy senses the absolute difference. The monstrous impact blasts the giant backward. The terrifying strike echoes exactly like a fired cannon. Shoku desperately clutches the ropes. Staring coldly, Chung declares this pathetic warm-up over, ready to unleash his final judgment immediately. Closing the distance, Chung ruthlessly obliterates him. Lightning fast punches mercilessly cave into the giant's shattered core. Coughing up dark crimson, Shoku questions this monstrous aura. The horrific realization hits this demon was suppressing his true power. Channeling absolute destruction into his right fist, Chung shatters his gut, he roars, disgusted by this utterly meaningless battle. Pointing his lethal knuckles forward, he demands a swift end. Chung unleashes an overwhelming explosive strike. The devastating shockwave blasts him completely out of the arena, crashing violently into the terrified, gasping crowd. Watching in absolute awe, Gil Su fully recognizes Chongs godly might. The colossal hit ejected Shoku entirely. Amidst the chaos, Chong's piercing gaze abruptly scans the trembling crowd. His predatory eyes lock onto Park Yongo escaping. Striding forward, Chung promises severe retribution for that pathetic cheating. Terror paralyzes Yongo. He realizes the arena's absolute laws demand a brutal toll. Under the cold starlight of a desolate warehouse, Chung advances, gripping a heavy wooden bat. Pure dread consumes Yongo. Sweating profusely, he stares at the terrifying weapon, dreading the bone crushing impact about to drop. Facing the approaching Reaper, Yongo senses impending death. Panicking, he frantically begs for forgiveness, swearing the betrayal was an accident. Chun coldly commands him to bow. Shivering, Yongo realizes his inescapable doom has arrived. Desperate, he clutches his Sunba's legs, wailing about a tragic childhood filled with endless torment. The silent audience watches him pathetically excuse his betrayal as a desperately necessary act of pure survival. Sobbing uncontrollably, he begs for mercy, swearing eternal loyalty forever. Closing the distance, Chung glares with blazing fury, he snarls venomous curses, demanding absolute submission instantly. Tears fall endlessly into the dark abyss. Chung watches the traitor weep like a helpless infant. Hoisting the weapon high, he warns the coward to bite down hard before unconsciousness hits. Trembling Yongo braces for the excruciating agony. The deadly strike descends but freezes instantly. The punishing blow halts because the terrified rat actually soiled himself in sheer panic. Disgust fills the mocking crowd. Sparing the pathetic loser, Chung delivers a chilling warning against future disrespect. Tossing the bat away, he promises fatal consequences next time. Deep in the shadows, Kang silently analyzes this dominant display. Chungs commanding voice silences the entire room. He passionately decrees the new absolute laws governing their sacred fighting ground. The crowd is mesmerized. He demands pure martial honor, requiring strictly even battlegrounds for every warrior. Destiny favors the mighty. Only genuine strength claims true victory in these glorious blood baths. If any fool drags underground violence into school corridors, his wrath will hunt them down relentlessly until the very end. Cast away your fears and embrace the thrill. The Six Gates Arena remains an undeniably legendary sanctuary. Here, even the most pathetic weakling can ascend to greatness by crushing enemies with their bare hands. Absolute pandemonium erupts as they roar his legendary name. The supreme ruler of the six gates stands triumphant. A heavy bag shudders violently, Chung unleashes relentless combinations, unaware of a sudden presence lurking behind him. Gil Su marvels at this monstrous stamina. Stunned that Chung still trains fiercely after yesterday's blood bath. Noticing him, Chung questions his arrival. He bluntly states that his martial arts teachings for the rookie have already concluded. Shaking his head, Gil Su admits he only came to offer sincere gratitude. Chung calmly brushes the humble praise away. It was merely his duty as a warrior. Gilu silently notes his Sunbay's incredibly cold, lonewolf demeanor. Hesitating slightly, the Kuhai voices a burning question. Why did this terrifying senior risk so much to protect him? The main character reflects on mentoring his very first disciple. He fondly remembers those vital parting words shared before their dramatic separation. Smiling faintly, Chung reveals a secret goal. Moving closer, he acknowledges that this young disciple's phenomenal growth completely shattered his expectations. Destiny holds much more. Standing face to face, Chung warmly praises the immense blood and sweat his junior sacrificed. Shocked by this rare compliment, the junior bows deeply. Yet, a lingering doubt remains about his cryptic senior's true intentions. The senior spiritual pressure felt terrifyingly different today. Sadly asking about that overwhelming aura was impossible. Meanwhile, brutal combat shakes the underground ring. Chungs legendary declaration ignited a hellish inferno of unprecedented savagery. The bloodthirsty crowd roared wildly. Absolute carnage and beautiful violence reigned supreme in the merciless ring. The announcer demands the next challenger. Our hero steps up, forged a new in the fires of endless combat. Exploding forward, he closes the gap instantly, burying a devastating hook directly into his rival's skull. His heightened senses read the battle perfectly, weaving through a desperate onslaught with phantom-like grace. Coiling his aura for one final blow, he drives a catastrophic strike deep into the gut, securing absolute victory. The stadium erupts into deafening roars. His warrior soul is now completely intoxicated by the arena's bloody thrill. Miles away in the shadows, Kang sits in tense silence. A mysterious figure finally emerges from the gloom. The newcomer smirks at their long separation. Kang grimly nods, acknowledging the heavy years since their last fateful encounter. His voice drips with ice as he mutters, "Big brother." Hyong chuckles, demanding entertaining updates to justify this meeting. Swallowing his pride, Kang admits a literal nobody wrecked their grand design. And so was utterly crushed by Jin Chong. Ignoring the strict quiet zone warnings, their voices echo loudly. Kang grits his teeth, admitting Jin Chong's monstrous recent growth, especially while the true master is absent. Hyong<unk>s smirk widens, mocking Jin Chong for daring to pretend he rules the throne. Kang swears to Aryong he possesses a master stroke, promising outside warfare if their campus tactics crumble to dust. Ary scoffs coldly, declaring only a beast who is choked on a leash truly knows how to enslave another. His playful demeanor vanishing, Ahuryong glares daggers at Kang, issuing a chilling command to remember his pathetic place. Hauling Kang up by his collar, Ariong promises the patriarch's backing, plotting his own dramatic escape in mere months. A pathetic wave of relief washes over Kang. Yet Ahri<unk>s eyes freeze over, demanding absolute protection of the bloodline's honor. Vowing to obliterate all obstacles once liberated, bowing like a loyal hound, Kang swallows his fear and pledges total obedience. Arms folded in triumph, Deiel and Jung Min trade smirks, basking in the glory of their hard-fought success. His screen lights up with a miracle notification. a group hangout invite. For the first time ever, he belongs somewhere. Panicking with joy, he begs his bros for survival tips. Tragically, both confess they are equally clueless in social situations. Tapping the cracked screen, Jung Min predicts an epic romantic destiny. Buzzing because the beautiful Jinhi initiated this fateful contact. Scratching his ear awkwardly, Deil mentally tallies the hundred times Jung Men's tragic delusions ended in crushing despair. Sensing his friend's intense desperation, Gil Su offers a lifeline, hinting the universe might finally be smiling down. But Daill mercilessly roasts Jung Men's legendary talent for tragic misunderstandings. This sparks an immediate hilarious burst of furious defensive yelling. To quench the blazing fury, a peace offering burger is sworn upon. Opportunistic Day shamelessly demands sweet desserts be added, too. The sacred junk food pact is sealed. Later inside the cafe, Jung shakes violently. Deil questions his insane caffeine intake. Watching this magnificent panic attack unfold, Gil Su marvels at the sheer nervous energy, deeply curious about this mystery goddess. Suddenly, Gil Su's radar pings, he squints through the crowd, locking eyes on an absolutely breathtaking presence gliding closer. His jaw hits the floor. No way. She is the date. Seeing Jung Min wave, Gil Su suddenly respects his insane standards. Plot twist. The real Jinhi is a fiery redhead striding through the door, cheerfully shouting our nervous hero's name. Bowing slightly, Jinhi apologizes for her delay. Jung Min aggressively plays it cool, hastily, introducing his two awkward wingmen. Sucking down his fruit juice, Gil Su analyzes the romantic tension instantly, feeling like the ultimate unwanted third wheel, but his mental escape plan shatters as another dazzling aura steps into view. She confidently introduces herself as Yung Mi. Flashing a brilliant smile, she greets him warmly. Startled, Gil Su stammers back, suddenly thrilled he crashed this epic hangout. Jinhi curiously probes about Jung Men's campus life, admitting she only witnesses his sweaty, intense gym persona. Chugging espresso, Jung Min bluffs that he is consistently cool everywhere. But Jinhi ruthlessly exposes his terrible classroom focus, outing him as a massive idol worshipping fanboy amidst their hilarious bickering, she sweetly admits his gym dedication is genuinely impressive. Boxed out of the banter, Gil Su sits silently, purely observing the comedic romantic chaos. Just then, the observant young Mi locks her piercing gaze onto his quiet demeanor. She gently calls his name. With a knowing smile, she playfully teases his silence. Caught totally offg guard, he frantically denies being antisocial. He briefly hallucinates his crush's reaction to this moment. Yet, Jungi leans in softly, confessing she secretly hates loud crowds, too. Noting their friend's chaotic energy level. Instantly bonding over shared introversion, they dive deep into life as high school outcasts. Eyes sparkling with curiosity, Jungi asks his exact personality type, hoping they share the same rare psychological wavelength. Gil Su freezes in pure panic, totally lacking a clever response. Before disaster strikes, Jinhi screams, "It is time for karaoke." Demanding a massive party room, Gil Su's heart instantly sinks, realizing his magical quiet moment is being brutally cut short. Young men's words are cut short. The scene jumps to Ko karaoke. At the door, young men questions Deiel's vocal skills. Watching their easy banter, a tiny spark of jealousy hits Yung Mi's heart. Before stepping inside, Young Min suddenly seizes Diel's shoulder. Flashing a grin, he tells Jinhi to enter first, claiming a sudden bathroom emergency. But a baffled Day blurts out, "He just emptied his tank and refuses to go back." Irritated Jung Min fiercely glares, wondering what is wrong with this clueless idiot today. Instantly, a hilarious shouting match erupts. Watching this chaos, Gil Su casually slips inside first, avoiding their endless bickering to spare the girls any worry. As he slowly walks down the dimly lit stairs, our hero chuckles that those two are basically sworn rivals. Yet, young men's blazing honesty shines a stark contrast to his own cowardly heart. His mind is a swirling storm consumed entirely by one person, Jung Mi. Desperate craving to bridge the gap between them. Strolling down, he obsessively admires the elegance of the surname Jung. Such a breathtaking name. But suddenly, a chilling vibe snaps him to reality. A creepy stranger is harassing the girls aggressively, demanding they join his shady crew next door. From afar, Gil Su roars, demanding to know what the hell is happening. The punk glares back, mocking her for dragging along such pathetic trash. Gripping Jung's delicate wrist, the scumbag smirks, claiming he is a far superior catch. She violently yanks her arm, but his iron grip only tightens. Leaning in close, he sinisterly whispers, "What exactly can a little girl do?" Gilu charges forward like a raging bull. Before our hero reaches them, Jung Mi unleashes a flawless, devastating strike. The punk goes flying. She coldly announces, "If peaceful words fail, physical violence speaks volumes. A fierce, terrifying light erupts within her deadly gaze as she promises a brutal lesson. Boom!" The sheer force sends the thug crashing violently to the floor. Gil Su freezes in pure shock, face palming hard, Jinhi lets out an exhausted sigh, muttering that this absolute blood bath started over a simple wrist grab. Glancing at a paralyzed Gil Su, she casually remarks that the punk never even stood a chance. Underneath that face, Yung Mi is a monster. Spitting curses, the battered thug scrambles up for a desperate counterattack. His struggle is crushed. Jinhi reveals the truth. Her brother forged her into a deadly weapon since childhood. Her martial prowess effortlessly outclasses any ordinary man, pointing straight at Gil Su Jinhi casually drops a massive bombshell. Her brother dominates the very same high school Gil Su's jaw drops. Could her terrifying sibling actually be the legendary Jung? Meanwhile, the battle concludes with her boot crushing the loser's skull. She coldly states, "He should have released her when he had the golden opportunity. He foolishly chose death." Suddenly, her razor-sharp senses flare as two furious goons step from the shadows, buzzing about their pulverized comrade on the floor. Blazing wrath ignites in their eyes. How dare a girl defeat their bro. Lunging violently forward, he barks if she knows who she is messing with. Bam! A catastrophic fist caves his face in before he can blink. The sheer impact blasts him completely backwards. Yung Mi's eyes widen in awe at the spectacular save. Gripping the trash by the collar, our hero growls. What kind of coward gangs up on women? Jinhi whistles, noting Gil Su is no pushover either. His legendary high school is truly a den of absolute monsters. Striding coolly toward Yungmi, he softly asks if she is hurt. She flashes a reassuring nod. While the trashed punk groans, Yungmi softly murmurs her gratitude. Suddenly, Yung Min bursts in, demanding why they are loitering outside or if every karaoke room was completely booked. Jinhi screams at his horrible timing. Furious that he missed the entire epic showdown. Gesturing to the absolute carnage behind her, she complains about the street thugs. But as they turn to look, the cowardly villains have already vanished like ghosts through the exit. Stepping back out into the night air, the trio gossips about how those bastards belong to the infamous six gate high, a school breeding nothing but absolute violence. Somewhere far away, clenching his shattered teeth, one survivor vows bloody vengeance upon all of them. Cut back to the streets, Jungi strolls beside our nervous hero, curiously asking about his badass martial arts history. Blushing furiously, he nervously sweats, thinking his desperate survival barely counts as training. But wait, he flips the question back at her terrifying skills. Beaming brightly, she credits her brutal brother's endless sparring sessions. Gazing at her absolutely radiant smile, he blurts out that she shares zero resemblance with that beast. Then the massive truth bomb drops. His legendary mentor is literally her flesh and blood. Gasping loudly, she points an excited finger. You are that infamous firstear transfer student. His jaw drops. Has that demon actually mentioned him? Suddenly, a missing puzzle piece clicks completely into place. Yung's ominous promise about introducing him to someone special. Holy crap, the guy was actually trying to set him up with his precious little sister. A crushing wave of despair hits Gil Su. She totally knows his pathetic weakling history. But surprisingly, she playfully shoves her screen toward him. Finding him utterly fascinating, she demands they exchange contacts. Heart hammering wildly, he punches his digits into her glowing screen internally, screaming that skipping home was the greatest choice ever. Meanwhile, deep inside an abandoned concrete fortress, a brutal execution unfolds. Thugs mercilessly stomp a sobbing man, his face suffocating inside a plastic bag, screaming for a mercy he will never receive. Eyes cold as ice, he delivers a terrifying ultimatum. Pay up or perish. Trembling, the desperate victim passionately pleads. Offering his very soul to clear the crushing debt, the ruthless predator forcefully tears the hood away. A sinister grin forms. Your worthless life belongs to me now. His freezing gaze deeply pierces the trembling prey. The cruel command violently echoes. Become a player in his twisted game. Gasping for air, the broken man completely surrenders to his nightmare fate. But the dark warning drops. Run with the cash and the ultimate price. We'll be heavily paid in blood. Suddenly, the tense atmosphere shifts entirely. The bruised lackey from the absolute beatdown stumble into view. Humiliated and completely battered, they violently whine about a mere girl crushing their pride, demanding brutal vengeance for their shattered honor. But pathetic words are absolutely useless here. The absolute monster shuts him up with a devastating bone crushing strike to the face. Towering over the pathetic trash, the monster sneers, bested by a mere girl, utterly disgusting, he unleashes a merciless storm of bone-breaking kicks. Screams of absolute agony echo as the tyrant ruthlessly slaughters his own bake-in crew. Amidst the bloody chaos, another desperate lackey, rushes in to desperately beg for their miserable lives. He cries out their ultimate excuse. The legendary Sixgate School, aggressively interfered. That forbidden name instantly sparks a dark curiosity. The cowards desperately swear. Without those absolute monster students stepping in, total victory was certain. A deeply wicked, bloodthirsty smirk curls on his lips. Things just got incredibly thrilling. Meanwhile, at the infamous Sixgate School, intense heartbreak fully strikes the hallway. Jungman sulks over agonizing radio silence from his beautiful crush. Cue the relentless, absolutely brutal teasing from Day. Rubbing harsh salt in the massive wound of failure, boiling with intense comedic rage, Jung Men violently blames his buddy for this romantic disaster. Ignoring their absolutely chaotic squabbbling, our main character is totally lost in his own world. Texting the fierce Jung me to check on her busy day, she cutely pouts about a terrible lunch, happily plotting a strategic bakery raid with her crew. Capping it off with an adorable heartmelting emoji. A truly gentle hidden smile perfectly escapes his lips at her absolute sweetness. But the peaceful vibe completely shatters, Jun Su spots a horrific scene. Utter and absolute humiliation. A completely broken student heavily bows his head in deep despair. The tyrant Kang looks down with supreme disgust. A deeply degrading spit forcefully lands right on the victim's shaking head. "Trash absolutely does not belong here," he snears. Gilu silently observes the cruel hierarchy. The arrogant bully cruy laughs at his completely shattered pride. Deil urgently grabs the main character's shoulder. Do not cross paths with those underworld monsters. Marching swiftly away, a deeply burning question arises. Why would any self-respecting fighter willingly serve as a punching bag for that arrogant jerk? School gangs are just incredibly childish power games, right? Dale's expression instantly turns deadly serious. Inside these walls, maybe. But the brutal real world is terrifying. He deeply whispers an absolutely forbidden name. The legendary mega corporation known as Gun, a truly legitimate business, pure and utter illusion. It is a massive underworld syndicate tightly wrapping its dark tentacles around corrupt cops and greedy politicians. And that wildly arrogant tyrant, he is the syndicate's official second heir, Kang and Ha. Literally has pure mafia blood heavily pumping through his untouchable veins, selling their very souls for a tiny taste of absolute underworld power. The truly dangerous truth finally violently crashes down on a totally stunned Jun Su. This seemingly perfectly normal district is actually an incredibly venomous snake pit of crime. Pitch Black Knight heavily falls over the chillingly silent streets. Completely exhausted from her late shift, Jungi gently wonders if her sibling is safely resting at home. A truly warm smile beautifully graces her face in the soft phone glow. Suddenly, frantic footsteps violently shatter the silence. A terrified scream pierces the dark. Deeply alarmed, Yungmi aggressively demands instant answers. The violently shaking girl flawlessly spins a tragic web of absolute lies, claiming dangerous creeps are hunting her down. Fierce hero instinct instantly kicks into maximum gear. She promises absolute safety and swift police justice. But the desperate decoy flawlessly plays the totally cornered victim, luring her completely deeper into the pitch black, deeply inescapable trap. Right on absolute cue, a violently menacing shadow completely blocks their only escape route. The brutal hunt begins. His utterly disgusting gaze fiercely locks onto his true beautiful prey. A truly grotesque smile deeply spreads across the thug's face. Looks like they hit the ultimate jackpot tonight. Absolutely fearless and totally fierce, Jungi aggressively stands her ground, fiercely shielding the traitor, she completely demands, "The absolute scum, back off immediately." A deeply twisted, terrifying snicker completely escapes his lips. Completely unaware of the deadly snare, she glares with deeply burning confusion at his weirdly dark taunt. Bam! Devastating high voltage electricity suddenly violently tears straight through her spine. The supposedly helpless victim reveals a deeply wicked smirk. She completely despises absolute idiots who blindly play the hero. Completely paralyzed on the freezing cold concrete. Deeply bitter betrayal fiercely burns in her eyes where they allied. The true villainous mastermind confidently steps out from the crushing shadows. Fiercely fighting through the absolutely agonizing numbness. She totally glares up. The 18-year-old absolute demon Jay Huh Han mockingly loudly applauds her truly legendary combat skills. A deeply arrogant, totally blood- chilling grin perfectly spreads across his evil face. Arrogantly asking if she is totally ready to violently play his deadly game. The totally trashed Lackey from before steps aggressively forward, deeply demanding sweet, bloody revenge for the Bacin syndicate. The terrifying puzzle pieces violently snap together. It is the karaoke room trash. violently dragging a totally heavy steel pipe. He aggressively closes the exact distance, deeply mocking her totally temporary paralysis with an absolutely punchable, arrogant sneer. Tightly gripping his violent weapon, the chaotic absolute villain totally prepares for a brutal strike. He completely, heavily promises a deeply dark knight of absolute agony. Fiercely fighting the truly paralyzing shock, her deep warrior instincts wildly ignite. She forcefully, violently twists her totally trembling body, somehow barely completely evading a skull-crushing blow. The absolute alpha predator's dark eyes immediately totally widen with deeply twisted fascination. Even the totally treacherous taser wielding villain completely gasps in sick amazement at her truly monstrous durability. Totally cornered and deeply desperate, she passionately, loudly demands an absolute end to this absolute madness. But the completely cruel laughter only deeply, darkly echoes louder. Welcome to absolute hell. Blue lightning flashes as Jong Mi collapses. Bewolves forward, smirking, whispering that if she had just surrendered, she wouldn't be unconscious on the cold ground right now. The villainess chuckles mockingly, pondering her next cruel move, desperate to keep the girl as a broken play thing. But Jau coldly intervenes. He declares her existence is far too valuable, forbidding anyone from laying another finger on her. He commands his grunts to drag her back to their lair. Suddenly, a terrifying presence closes in. A henchman glances sideways, his blood running instantly cold. Gil Su has materialized like a phantom. Trembling, the thug points a finger, trying to scream a warning, but before a word escapes, our hero unleashes a devastating strike. The entire gang freezes in sheer panic. Ju demands to know who dares interrupt them. Standing like an immovable mountain, Gilu mutters that if he had just been a second faster, this tragedy would have been avoided. A glowing phone screen illuminates the darkness right beside the fallen Jang Mi. Pure rage ignites in his eyes, flashing back 30 minutes. He had been walking home, reflecting on his brutal training regimen. Glancing at his screen, his thoughts drifted to Jang Mi. He quickly typed out a text asking about her night and mentioning his own exhausting workout. To his utter surprise, her reply popped up almost instantly. She cheerfully typed that she was also walking back from a heavy practice session. As the chat flowed naturally, she casually mentioned passing by their familiar karaoke spot. Since the place looked completely empty, she jokingly wondered if she should sneak in for a quick solo performance. A goofy smile spread across Gil Su's face. Knowing she was bored, he eagerly texted back that he would love to join her. But then, a chilling realization hit him. Her final message felt horribly wrong. Just moments before the electric ambush that twisted villainous had boasted about playing with pretty faces. Right in that exact fraction of a second, when Ja Wu interrogated her, Jangmi had been secretly pressing send. Now, piecing together the grim puzzle, overwhelming rage consumes our hero's heart. Snapping back to the brutal present, a terrified thug points a shaking finger at him, screaming that he belongs to the legendary sixgate school. Ju chuckles darkly, welcoming him as their first tragic victim. But his martial artist patience had already run dry. With eyes burning like hellfire, Gilu promises them absolute destruction. No mercy will be shown tonight. A massive thug recklessly charges forward, mocking the hero for fighting completely alone. Like flowing water, Gilu effortlessly slips past the strike. Bam! A lightning fast counter shatters the giant's jaw. Suddenly, two more goons rush in, roaring that his life ends right here. They launch a synchronized deadly assault. Yet, our hero simply weaves through the danger. A bone crushing hook sinks deep into his stomach. Seeing an opening, the second asalent violently swings his leg for a knockout kick, but an unbreakable block meets his shin. Without hesitating, Gilu unleashes an explosive right cross straight to his teeth. Glaring at the unconscious bodies, he realizes these street thugs are absolute garbage compared to the monsters at six gates. Even an entire army wouldn't be enough to stop his wrath. Swish. A deadly shadow closes in. Gilu instinctively twists his body, narrowly escaping a lethal ambush. Jau smirks confidently, confessing his dark obsession with the legendary academy. He loudly declares it is time to test the hero's true worth. Exploding forward like a predator, he launches a relentless flurry of strikes. But Gilu reads every single movement perfectly. A vicious sweep aims for his legs, so he propels himself into the sky. Hanging in midair, his leg coils like a steel spring. He fiercely demands to know what gives this pathetic low life the right to judge him. Clang Jay Wu barely blocks the devastating dive kick with a sturdy wooden staff. Grinning like a maniac, he praises the hero's terrifying combat prowess. Gilu lands flawlessly and growls that the real nightmare hasn't even started. Stepping into his domain, he coldly taunts his enemy, mocking his cowardly reliance on a weapon. Suddenly, a dirty trick. Ju sweeps the ground, sending our hero toppling backward. His fighting spirit burns brighter, but suddenly, he crashes face first into something incredibly soft. Laughing arrogantly, Ju admits this battle is getting too troublesome, so he cowardly decides to tag in his psychotic partner. Meanwhile, our hero realizes he landed right against the female villain. Blushing violently, he completely loses his intimidating aura, scrambling backward in pure panic. He stammers a frantic apology, swearing it was a complete accident. The villainist just stares, playfully teasing his flustered and adorable reaction. But Gil Su's eyes lock onto the crackling device in her hand. A deadly taser. This vile monster was the one who hurt Jang Mi Cackling. With insane glee, the woman thrusts the sparking weapon right at him. Trapped in a corner, he desperately searches for an escape route. Wham! A spectacular flying kick sends the taser rocketing into the sky. The tide of battle instantly turns. The wicked villainous gasps in absolute shock, unable to process the impossible sight before her. Jangmi has risen, and she is practically radiating pure unadulterated rage. The attacker stutters in disbelief, certain her victim was completely paralyzed. Gripping a heavy wooden club, Jangmi flashes a dangerous smile. She coldly mentions a little trick she picked up earlier. Her mind flashes back to the initial ambush. Right as the fatal strike descended toward her head, she performed an absolute miracle evasion. Scorched wood hit the ground. The crazy woman cackled, thrilled she survived the high voltage shock. But Jang Mi still held the shattered branch. At the exact moment the lightning struck, she blocked it. The wooden shield saved her, boiling with rage. The woman spat vile curses. Annoyed, Ja Wu screamed at his useless pawn. "You cannot do anything right." Gilu stepped up, checking on Jangmi. She smirked, grateful his perfect timing gave her breath. Now fully recovered, their auras flared, dropping into combat stances, they swore to teach these scumbags a brutal lesson. Ja Wu scoffed. I wanted to keep this quiet, he sneered. Stun gun or not, your pathetic fate remains the same. But before the villain could finish his arrogant speech, a blinding shadow eclipsed his vision. Gilsu's fist connected. A devastating right hook smashed into Ju<unk>s jaw. Following up with a vicious strike, Gil Su roared about crossing the line. The crazed woman glared at Jangmi. You have got guts and grit, she hissed. But playing dead would have saved your life. Raising her fists, the witch bragged about her own lethal skills. Jang Mi wiped her face. I wanted to stay down, but I despise trash like you. Her eyes burned with righteous fury. That is exactly why I had to stand back up. Triggered the mad woman lunged for the kill. Meanwhile, across the chaotic battlefield, Ju crashed violently into a pile of garbage. Gil Su towered over him like a demon king. You cannot even throw a punch, he mocked. But Ja<unk>s dark laughter echoed. "I expected a real challenge," Jau spat, rising from the filth. "Warm up is over, kid. Welcome to your absolute worst nightmare. Suddenly, he popped a mysterious object into his mouth and crushed it between his teeth. Like a rabid beast, he charged. Gilu raised his guard just in time. But fueled by an unnatural raging power, Ju shattered his defense. A gut-wrenching blow sank deep into his stomach. Smiling like a psycho, the villain unleashed a bone crushing kick. The impact snapped Gillsu's chin backward. How did this trash get so insanely strong so fast? A storm of fists descended. Ju battered him with terrifying speed. Where is all that arrogance now? Through the pain, Gilu felt his opponent's overwhelming aura. This physical power was monstrous. How could a normal student fight a beast like this? Even fighting defensively was sheer agony. It was unbelievable. But Jay Woo was equally shocked. This kid just tanked his ultimate death blow using only his face. Smiling through the blood, our hero locked his grip around JW's throat. Without hesitation, he buried a devastating counter punch. Right into the enemy's gut, Ja retaliated, smashing a desperate hook into his face. Refusing to let go, Gilu braced himself. He pulled back, gathering monstrous momentum and delivered a skull-crushing headbutt. They fought like mindless war machines, refusing to yield. It became an all-out brutal slugfest, trading bloody blows. Ju assumed this wild kid was just swinging blindly. But suddenly, Gilu calculated the perfect opening. A lethal lightning fast jab rocked Ju<unk>s jaw. Want to see how my school really throws down? Gilu roared with the pride of his terrifying academy. This is the power of a first year. His ultimate strike connected perfectly. Ja was launched into the air like a ragd doll, wiping his bloody lip. Gilu grinned. He had survived literal hell before. His trauma forged an iron body. But then a chilling thought crossed his mind. He remembered Ju<unk>s bizarre ritual before attacking the mysterious item from his pocket. The strange chewing. What was that unnatural power up? Shaking the thought away, he checked on Jangmi. Turning his head, he saw absolute victory. Jangmi stood triumphant over the fallen witch. She smiled, trusting his overwhelming strength completely. She never doubted he would crush Ja Wu. Seeing her fierce aura, Gilu felt a deep sense of respect. Grabbing her defeated enemy, Jenang Mi hoisted the trash by her collar, who ordered this hit. Trembling with terror, the broken mercenary begged for mercy. I have nothing to do with the Bakes and Syndicate, she cried, swearing she was just a hired blade for the cash. That cursed name again? Gil<unk>s eyes narrowed dangerously. What was this shadow organization? And why drop bounties on their heads? You are hiring thugs just to attack us? The terrified woman gasped. Have you seriously never heard of the legendary BSON Alliance? Living at Sixg Gates Academy must have blinded you, she warned. Bixon is not just a gang. It is a massive, terrifying coalition. They rose from the shadows of Janon City just 6 months ago. And they are not mere street punks. They are an absolute empire, a colossal underworld organization. Every apex predator and top fighter from the surrounding districts swore absolute loyalty to their dark banner. They are devouring every rival faction in the city at an impossible, terrifying speed. Gilu frowned, absorbing the weight of this invisible war. A super alliance of violent students. I have no idea how you triggered their wrath. She shivered. But Ju was plotting something massive. She recalled the massive stack of cash Ju handed her. His eyes filled with twisted ambition. He could not afford a single mistake. Defeating six gates was his ultimate ticket to the top. If he captured enough high tier fighters, a divine promotion awaited him. A seed among the legendary five dragons Gillsu felt his blood run cold. This was not a personal grudge. It was an invasion of his academy. Tell me why he commanded. Bakeson rules nearly all of Janon, she whimpered. But the north remains fiercely unconquered. Until now. Welcome to the city housing our hero's turf. A chilling memory suddenly strikes him. That sinister man thirsting to witness the legendary skills of the six gates martial artists. Springing to her feet, the informant throws her hands up. She swears that is every drop of intel she possesses. Begging to escape this brewing storm. But escape is never that easy. Jung May violently snatches her hood. With eyes sharp as daggers, she coldly demands where the rat thinks she is scurrying off to. A wicked smirk crosses Jang May's face. Their interrogation is far from over, but suddenly the atmosphere shifts midstep. Our hero deeply apologizes, dragging her into his school's bloody turf war was never his intention, but she simply brushes off the heavy burden. She insists apologies are completely unnecessary. After all, the violent conflicts surrounding his territory are deeply bound by blood to her own family's honor. Turning a blind eye was never an option. Pointing playfully, he chuckles. She truly shares the fiery bloodline of the legendary Chung. Her reckless involvement was completely written in the stars. Lowering his gaze, our hero sinks into calculating silence. Breaking the silence, he admits this twisted fate is a blessing. Tilting her head, she demands the hidden meaning. Gillu smirks confidently. The vicious Bakesam group could bear their fangs all they want. With the monstrous Chung acting as their absolute shield, they are untouchable. Analyzing today's pathetic street trash, he scoffs at their laughably weak combat levels. Flashing a teasing smile, she questions his overwhelming overconfidence, warning him that her monstrous brother defies all common sense. Gillu's cheeks ignite like a tomato as Jangme sweetly praises his breathtaking combat moves. Beaming with radiant joy, she expresses her deepest gratitude for his second heroic rescue. A proud smile paints his face, his protector instincts fully satisfied. Cut to a shadowy underworld hideout, a battered Jau frantically pleads his miserable innocence. A menacing figure steps forward, chillingly diagnosing his fatal flaw. His deadly sin, swallowing a chunk of the underworld he could not possibly digest. Trembling, Jau begs for mercy, whining that this turf was his only missing puzzle piece. Greed blinded his pathetic judgment. Enraged by this miserable excuse, the ruthless boss unleashes a devastating bone crushing kick. The master plan was to conquer Northern Jonan. He cannot afford this useless rat jeopardizing the grand scheme. With a cold glare, he brutally strips Jau of his rank, condemning him to bleed as a lowly arena pawn. Under the crushing weight of a merciless boot, Jau desperately screams for a second chance. Tyrron Guan wickedly chuckles. The bloody coliseum awaits its newest toy. Meanwhile, the scene violently shifts to a bleak alleyway swarming with desperate lost souls. A sinister voice echoes from the shadows, mocking the pathetic, shivering runaways who abandoned their cozy family nests. He dangles a wicked temptation. The notorious thunderstorm gang. A trembling stray stammers back. Surviving the harsh, unforgiving streets for a brutal month has shattered their spirits. Driven by sheer starvation, they desperately chase the dark rumor of warm meals and safe havens under the gang's violent banner. Bam! A savage fist shatters the conversation. The foolish runaway is violently launched through the air, crashing heavily against the brick wall. Panic paralyzes the shivering crowd. Towering over the twitching victim, the attacker sneers. Did these pathetic beggars mistake a ruthless street gang for a cozy soup kitchen? Enter Jinap, the terrifying alpha of the thunderstorm runaways. Witnessing his monstrous cruelty, the cowardly strays instantly scatter into the darkness in absolute terror. Boiling rage consumes Janap as the rats flee, abandoning their comrade in the dirt. A sickening display of absolute cowardice and zero street loyalty. Slumping down in sheer frustration, he curses the modern gutter. Why is the underground completely devoid of promising bloodthirsty talent these days? Flicking a lighter, a lackey exhales toxic smoke, he bitterly blames the overwhelming shadow of the bike group for swallowing up all the elite fighters. Taking a deep drag, Jinup declares war on their pathetic status. Thunderstorm must evolve past homeless strays into raw, unstoppable combat power. Suddenly, a mysterious silhouette interrupts his grim plotting, offering a sinister hand of alliance. One glance at that familiar deadeyed stare reveals the intruder's identity. the notorious Park Yongo. He mockingly asks how the mighty thunderstorm sank into such desperation. Jinap's loyal dogs instantly bear their fangs, barking that a filthy outcast like Yongo has absolutely zero right to spit jokes. Unfazed Yongo boasts his dark resume easily crushes those pathetic runaways. Janop slowly steps into striking distance. Radiating venomous aura, he demands why a filthy traitor deserves a second life. Towering fiercely over the outcast, Janop mercilessly mocks his application, spitting that Yongo is nothing but a brainless disposable clown. With an icy gaze, Yongo shrugs off the disrespect. He has not come begging for his old throne. Instead, he offers himself as a dark blade for one specific mission, swearing to do absolutely whatever it takes. A twisted, blood curdling grin slowly stretches across Jynap's face. Morning breaks over the school battleground. Gillu's body aches with an unbearable heaviness. Dragging his battered feet, he desperately craves a pharmacy trip. Slipping past the shadows, our hero freezes, eavesdropping on a tense hallway confrontation, shady thugs are aggressively hunting Park Yongo, demanding his violent return. Cutting through their garbage, Yongo coldly demands the bottom line. The punk known as Rooster Crest smirks, bringing up Yongo's legendary scandalous history with the thunderstorm women. Taunting the homeless wolf, he promises a paradise of twisted pleasure if he finally decides to crawl back to the dark pack. Yongo<unk>'s response. Absolute ice cold silence as he turns his back, erupting in humiliated rage. Rooster Crest violently launches a soda can, screaming vicious insults at the retreating outcast, calling him a pathetic coward who should drop to his knees in gratitude for this golden ticket. Wham! With lightning reflexes, Yongo roundhouses the projectile right back. Eyes gleaming with dark intent, he confesses the chilling truth. He only played their pathetic game to infiltrate the ranks, but the charade is completely over. Their days of barking orders at him are permanently finished. Trembling, the thugs ask if the terrifying Kang sanctioned this rebellion. Flipping the bird, Yongo spits on this pathetic educational illusion. Hidden in the shadows, Gillu silently absorbs the entire explosive drama. Watching from the shadows, standing before the gates, Yongo clutches a cardboard box. His old loyalties are dead. He has completely abandoned the Inyong faction and kangaroo crew. His destiny lies with the ruthless thunderstorm gang. Suddenly, a familiar voice echoes. stopping him cold. Turning around, his eyes lock with the main character. The hero questions if Yongo is truly throwing his entire education away. Was his crushing defeat in the underground arena the reason for his escape? The hero declares that true strength means fighting back. He insists the arena doors are open for redemption. To test his spirit, the hero violently smashes Yongo's box and launches a sudden grapple. Bam. Yongo deflects the grab flawlessly with a devastating knee block. Smirking at his shocked opponent, Chaos erupts as rival thugs ambush them, viciously kicking two men he boasts. His legs are practically forged from steel. The shattered lackey fly right past their terrified boss. With ice in his veins, Yongo readies to end this pathetic brawl. Conserving his aura is vital. Three more furious enemies charge, but Yongo fearlessly sprints into the storm. Roaring with blazing resolve, Yongo vows he will never taste defeat again. Meanwhile, a mysterious figure shuffles through surveillance photos, questioning if Janop will truly welcome the lost dog back into thunderstorm. Jynop stares coldly at the glossy image. His rejection is absolute and merciless. So, why give Yongo those secret orders? A sinister smile creeps across Jynop's face. If the runaway survives, he will violently clear the territory of rival street rats. Crack. The scene violently shifts as a solid wooden bat smashes across Yongo's face. Jinsa, holding a lighter, watches a photograph burn. He laughs, declaring he has absolutely zero limits. The dancing flames reflect the ultimate punishment waiting for a traitor like Yongo. A venomous grin stretches across his face. His philosophy is brutal. Crush them with overwhelming violence, then toss them under the bus. The bloody chaos cuts to a desolate gas station. The shattered bat hits the pavement. Against all odds, Yongo stands over a mountain of unconscious enemies. The trembling gang leader gasps in pure horror. This runaway has mutated into an unstoppable monster. His power has astronomically eclipsed the past, wiping the blood away. Yongo glares with dead eyes. The weak boy is gone. Preparing a lethal kick, he states, "Destiny burned away his options." Raising his foot, he commands the pathetic leader to crawl into the shadows and never dare to cross his path again. Boom! A devastating kick instantly obliterates the boss's face. Meanwhile, back in the ordinary high school halls, two oblivious students laugh about the infamous dropout, still generating chaotic rumors. While carelessly tossing Yongo's abandoned uniform and forgotten possessions into the trash, one reveals a chilling secret. Have they heard the terrifying rumors Yongo has clawed his way into the criminal underworld, rapidly conquering the syndicate ranks? The dark rumor claims he is coming to hunt down his classmates. Hidden nearby, the main character silently listens. The gang gossip about Yongo's sudden return. Yolu smirks, asking if anyone caught wind of the latest school rumors. Yol nods, saying he heard everything, wondering why Yongo completely vanished from campus. Hyle scoffs, claiming Kang threw him away like trash, which explains his disappearance. Before this, Yongo's only reason for attending class was maintaining his precious ties with the gang. But Gil Su frowns deeply, suspecting there is a darker reason behind his withdrawal. He asks if Yongo had any real friends. Gil laughs bitterly, asking who on earth would ever befriend a loser like him. Without the gang's shadow, Yongo was a total outcast. Hearing this harsh truth, a wave of genuine concern washes over Vu. Suddenly, the scene shifts. A little girl sings a playful tune. She whips around sharply, checking if anyone dared to move a muscle. The three kids freeze like absolute statues. Seeing them paralyzed, the boy cheerfully resumes his song, and chaos erupts as everyone instantly starts sprinting. Gil Su desperately freezes in place as the boy suddenly spins around. But it is too late. He is completely busted. The young boy points a tiny finger demanding to know the intruder's identity. Gilu nervously asks for a girl named Hayan. A voice behind him chimes in, revealing that she is exactly who he is looking for. They stand before a quiet orphanage. With a heavy sigh, Gilu hands over the mysteriously dropped letter. It belonged to Yongo. Shocked, Hayan asks if he actually abandoned his schooling. Gil Su nods, explaining he found the lost letter, but had no clue where to deliver it, so he tracked down the sender. Gilu realizes Yongo callously left all his other belongings behind, completely unbothered, even though he was utterly friendless. Yet, he carefully kept this exact letter, proving it held massive emotional weight. The young girl's eyes sadden as she admits she has no idea where to forward it either. The main character presses her, asking how she could not know her closest friend's whereabouts. With a heavy sigh, she confesses she lost track of him after he abandoned the orphanage. Desperate to reach him, she mailed it directly to his high school, praying he would receive it. Utterly stunned, Gilu asks if Yongo actually grew up in this very orphanage. Hayan nods softly, revealing that he is entirely fatherless and they survived their harsh childhood together. A bitter flashback strikes. She remembers violently hitting the dirt as she fell, scraping the hard ground. The helpless orphans wailed in terror, asking if she was hurt, while a towering shadow maliciously ordered them to stop their pathetic crying. The greedy punk with a rooster crest demanded weekly protection money, mocking them to go cry to their non-existent daddies if they dared complain. Tears stream down her face as she explains how orphanage kids suffer endless discrimination and brutal bullying from the outside world. It was pure hell. Yet, whenever cowardly bullies cornered them, Yongo would explosively appear. He risked everything to fiercely protect his chosen family like an absolute hero. But tragically, fate twisted when Yongo himself became the ultimate target. The arrogant boy sneering right in front of him told Yongho needed a harsh lesson in reality. He was completely abandoned, a stray dog with no one left to save him. Endless torment during elementary school shattered his innocent heart, completely stealing his smile forever. Now standing ominously before thunderstorm, that fateful day, he embraced the runaway syndicate, abandoning his orphanage roots entirely. He vanished into the shadows for a long time. Clutching ordinary groceries, he announced his return, radiating an entirely different, terrifying aura. The younger kids openly questioned his identity, unable to recognize their former brother. The headsister confessed his dark transformation sent genuine shivers down her spine. Terrified of the monster he had become. Approaching the trembling orphans, he forced a gentle tone, claiming he missed his beloved family dearly. She solemnly reveals to Gilu his monthly visits bearing generous presence. But suddenly, his shadow vanished from their doorstep entirely. And because of this eerie silence, anxiety consumed her completely unaware. He had abandoned his education. Our main character notes, "This paints a young hoe vastly different from the ruthless delinquent standing before them. Trembling while gripping the worn letter, she admits a chilling dread sometimes consumes her soul. Tears cascade down her cheeks, fearing he might fully succumb to absolute darkness. The main character merely observes in deafening silence. The scene violently shifts to thunderstorm territory. A heavy steel wrench drips with fresh crimson. Jens has brutally crushed a subordinate, roaring about the shelter and meals he provided. Was repaying a blood debt truly this impossible? The battered victim frantically swears to deliver double the tribute next month. Jins's eyes darken coldly, reminding him of the grim consequences of another pathetic failure. Taking a slow drag of his cigarette, he mocks the current generation's utter lack of backbone, claiming their weak willpower is nothing like his golden era. He locks eyes with Yongho, demanding agreement, declaring a desperate need for absolute ruthless loyalty. Clamping down on Yongho's trembling shoulder, he smirks about, annihilating the rival faction, single-handedly praising the boy's lethally refined combat arts. Sinking into his throne, Jins declares this massacre barely atones for his past treachery. Now begins the ultimate test to prove his worthiness of bearing the thunderstorm crest. Yongho erupts in sheer frustration, screaming he was promised full reinstatement after utterly crushing their sworn enemies, exhaling toxic smoke with a sinister grin. Jins purr that surviving the initiation just became exponentially deadlier after his unforgivable betrayal. A cold sweat drops as Yongho demands his next impossible trial. Jynup leans in, questioning his absolute resolve to sacrifice everything. A shock wave hits Yongho's core before Jinsub drops the ultimate ultimatum, asking if he possesses the killer instinct to take a life. Jins demands to know the absolute limit of his devotion. Yongho freezes completely, words dying in his throat. Jins taunts his hesitation, questioning if he truly possesses the soul of a murderer. Mindracing Yongho spirals into pure panic over this lethal demand. Suddenly, Jens flashes a wicked smirk. That smirk erupts into absolute maniacal laughter, vastly amused by the kid's pathetic terror. The fool had genuinely swallowed the horrifying lie of committing a bloody execution. Fury replacing fear. Yongho questions this sick psychological game. Crushing the embers of his cigarette, Jins's aura turns violently heavy, revealing the actual mission carries equal catastrophic danger. Flicking his metal lighter open with a sharp click, Yongho braces for the grim truth. Closing the agonizing distance, Jinsup orders a devastating arson attack on a specific motorcycle. In this brutal underworld economy, this destructive contract promises an absolute fortune. Disbelief washes over Yongho as he questions this fiery madness. Firmly planting a heavy grip on his trembling shoulder, Jins promises this fiery trial is child's play for him. Victory means reclaiming his bloody throne within the notorious thunderstorm syndicate once more. Strolling down a desolate alleyway, Yongho's mind races with paranoia. If the law catches him sparking this inferno, a catastrophic arson charge would permanently seal his fate in Juvie. Yet backing down from this perilous abyss felt impossible now. Retreat wasn't an option. Gazing upward, the faded sanctuary sign of his childhood orphanage pierces his soul. Massaging his throbbing temples, he questions his pathetic return to these hollow memories. Drowning in foolish regret, ready to escape and sleep, an unexpected presence materializes directly behind his back. A familiar voice echoes his name through the silent night, forcing him to sharply pivot. Han gasps, utterly stunned by his sudden ghostlike appearance. Time shifts, placing them on a rusty playground swing. Breaking the heavy silence, Yongho questions her dangerous midnight wandering, to which she gently confesses that a restless, heavy heart violently robbed her of sleep. Worry etching her face, she confronts his agonizing silence and ignored calls. But he coldly claims mere busyness. Hyenne immediately shatters his pathetic lie, sensing the devastating storm raging behind his dead eyes. Swallowed by profound melancholy, she drifts into nostalgic memories of their innocent youth, painting a beautiful canvas of their endless playground adventures. Shielding his fragile heart, Yongho aggressively denies retaining any warm recollections, claiming he was merely a chaotic bully back then. Their intertwined history unravels, highlighting a permanent physical scar he carelessly inflicted upon her delicate skin. A bittersweet smile cracks his facade vividly, recalling her radiant childhood joy. Tenderly, Hyen reminds him of his valiant days, acting as their fearless protector whenever they faced cruel playground tormentors. Her unwavering faith emotionally strikes his guarded soul with pleading eyes. As he desperately questions why he won't return to their sanctuary, a crushing sorrow engulfs him as she begs him to finally come home, promising a warm place beside her and their orphanage family. Rising with heavy shoulders, Yongho whispers a tragic gratitude. He claims his soul is beyond salvation now, leaving Han completely bewildered by his dark riddle. He chillingly hints at a long permanent absence, demanding she instantly sever all concern. Walking away into the abyss, he sternly orders her back to the absolute safety inside, escaping the night air. Hot tears shatter her vision, agonizing over his devastating farewell. His chilling tone carried the terrifying weight of absolute finality, feeling exactly like his hot. His final words before vanishing into the shadows. The next day, a gasoline soaked motorcycle waits in the desolate lot. Yongo is executing Jinsup's dark mission. Scanning the shadows, he confirms the sinister trap is perfectly set into motion. He must keep his composure. Yet, Jens's chilling accuracy astounds him. No security cameras, an absolute dead zone for vehicles. Toss the empty gas canister aside. The final step is simple. Ignite the mechanical beast and watch the roaring flames consume it. He stares at the flickering lighter, stealing his trembling heart. Doubt is a luxury he can no longer afford. It is his only path to survival. Years ago, a solitary orphan wandered the unforgiving streets, realizing a brutal truth. Observing joyful families, he grasped that the simple warmth of childhood was a priceless treasure forever forbidden to him. In this ruthless ocean, some are born as helpless prey, existing merely to be trampled by those hoarding the ultimate supreme power. A furious boy charges at him, eyes blazing with malicious intent, seeking to crush someone utterly devoid of backing. Wielding a lethal weapon, the attacker screams that survival demands bloodshed. He aims the deadly blade right at Yongo's chest. He shrieks that he never desired this extreme violence, violently shifting the absolute blame onto Yongo's shoulders. The incredibly sharp point inches from Yongo's eye. The attacker snarls a grim warning about biting off more than he can chew. Suddenly, everything shifts as a terrifying aura floods the alley. The boys freeze in pure terror as imposing shadows demand to know their business. The towering central figure scoffs at their foolishness. The arrogant attacker bites back, questioning the authority of these dangerous strangers. Barking like a cornered dog, he claims fancy suits do not scare him. But before another foolish word escapes his lips. A devastating fist shatters his jaw, the arrogant boy crashes into the concrete with a bone crunching truly tremendous impact. The merciless enforcer sneers at his insulence, promising a brutal lesson for disrespecting the legendary ungang. Trembling with pure fear, the boys comprehend their absolutely catastrophic mistake, Yongo gazes at these overwhelming monsters in pure awe. At that exact highly defining moment, his endless days of despair shattered, he realized the ultimate truth. To survive this hell, he must evolve into an apex predator. Suddenly, a greater presence emerges from the luxury car, demanding an explanation for the unnecessary noise. The vicious enforcer instantly bows like an obedient dog, apologizing for the trash. The supreme boss simply commands his immediate presence. The gang bows in absolute reverence. To Yongo, this terrifying king resembles a ferocious, unyielding mythical dragon. That fateful day forged Yongo<unk>'s iron resolve. He would climb to the pinnacle of power so he would never be hunted again. The wicked scar on his chest serves as undeniable proof of his oath. He has crossed the point of no return. He must transcend his limits. Suddenly, a fierce shout pierces the night. Freezing water crashes directly over Yongo's head. A familiar figure holding a bucket mocks his fiery ambitions, warning against burning himself. Shocked to the core, Yongo demands to know how his secret location was breached. Gilu smirks, teasing that Yongo's reckless actions will only end in utter humiliation. He vows to halt this madness. 3 hours prior, desperate cries loudly echoed as an anxious Han frantically hunted Gil Su. Meeting in the park, he questioned her about Yongo's dark schemes. Trembling with dread, she revealed the truth. She recognized his chilling pre-battle restlessness perfectly. It was the exact same suffocating aura from when he foolishly decided to join. The notorious fugitive syndicate, his hollow assurances of absolute safety, echoed painfully, exactly like the final words of a doomed man. Tears streaming down her face, she confessed her overwhelming terror. Even though she knew Gil Sue owed them absolutely nothing, she desperately begged for his salvation. Meanwhile, at the enemy hideout, two arrogant thugs enjoyed a very peaceful rooftop barbecue, relishing the absence of their terrifying seniors. Their joy was instantly shattered when the heavy iron door violently blasted open. An imposing figure blocked the moonlight. It was Gil Su, powerfully demanding if he had successfully located the infamous thunderstorm base. Their panic-stricken faces rapidly confirmed everything. Our hero had successfully infiltrated the enemy's lair, recalling Doyo's vital intel regarding their hidden abandoned fortress. Emitting a dominant aura, Gil Su firmly declared he possessed zero interest in joining their pathetic little gang. He was hunting a very specific target. The shocked thugs violently recoiled upon directly hearing the totally forbidden name of Yongo Park. Questioning his hidden motives, they demanded fast answers. Gil Su coldly stated he had a highly urgent score to settle. Mockingly, they viciously revealed Yongo was likely facing absolute ruin at that exact moment, smirking through nasty bites of meat. The thug cockily warned Gil Su to flee before Yongo's ruthless allies arrived to crush his skull. However, right before the arrogant fool could swallow Gil Sue powerfully suffocated his mockery, radiating sheer intimidation, he advanced relentlessly, boldly, declaring he possessed absolutely zero patience for games, he would ruthlessly crush any obstacle to extract Yongo's exact coordinates. Flashing straight back to the chaotic present, Yongo glared at the unexpected intruder, bewildered by his sudden arrival. Desperate to permanently stop the impending tragedy, Gil Su urged him to abandon this madness. But rage totally blinded Yongo. He furiously charged forward, roaring that Gil Su understood nothing. He barked that strangers had no right to boss him around. Yongo launched a fierce attack, roaring that Gilu already knew everything. He knew nothing of his past. Trembling yet unbroken, Gil Su stood firm, completely defying him. Someone cherished him deeply. Gil Su pleaded with the runaway to return to his true home, the orphanage. Gil Su revealed Hyen's desperate plea. She was terrified Yung Ho would cross a point of no return. Yung Ho froze, stunned by the sheer audacity. Gil Su pressed on, swearing she possessed a heart of gold, caring enough to beg a total stranger for salvation. He implored Yongho not to throw his precious life away because someone still cherished his existence. Lighter in hand, Yongho hesitated. He never imagined that Hayne valued him so profoundly. But before the emotion settled, a sinister presence shattered the silence entirely, clapping with a venomous smirk. "What a tearjerking masterpiece!" the newcomer mocked. Jins sneered, claiming Yon- Ho almost moved him. Yongho stiffened in sheer disbelief. It was Jynup, his treacherous former boss, glaring daggers and hissing about ruined plans. Shocked, Yongho demanded how long he had been lurking. Jins merely brandished his phone with a wicked cackle, mocking his naive loyalty to the Thunderstorm gang. He then played a damning video of Yongho dousing gasoline across a motorcycle. Horrified, Yongho demanded answers. Smirking like a demon, Jinsub declared his former pawn was nothing but disposable trash destined to be sacrificed. Blazing with absolute fury, Yongho erupted into violent screams while violently hurling the lighter. Jins ordered him to rot behind prison bars. The villain merely flashed a twisted grin, plotting even darker torment for his former dog. Suddenly, a strange shift shattered Jens's focus. He whipped his head around just as a shadow lunged, kicking the lighter away. Dale had entered the battlefield. Young men vaulted the fence right behind him, casually joking that their dramatic entrance was perfectly timed. Yung Ho gasped in shock while Gil Su cheered their legendary arrival at the absolute perfect second. A wave of immense relief washed over the main character's face. Flashback. He had deduced the pyromaniac would ignite a deadly inferno before anyone could possibly intervene. Sprinting desperately, he realized the rooftop only held two pathetic lackeyis. Where was the main enemy strike force? Panic setting in, he frantically texted reinforcements to secure the parking lot. Present day. Gil Su exhaled a deeply shaky breath. Kisuk smirked, mocking their little extracurricular street brawl, then taunted Yongho for hanging with absolute trash. Veins popping. Dielle growled. He did not come for Yongho, but to save the rookie. He grumbled about cancelling crucial plans just for this brawl. Exploding forward, he charged the boss, but a phantom-like enemy abruptly blocked his lethal path. His devastating punch collided with something rockhard. Agony shot through his fist. Smirking arrogantly, the mystery fighter praised Dielle's bizarre crew before launching a brutally precise counterattack. The capwearing menace was hang, demanding proper introductions from Yongho. Aura flaring, Yongho moved to assist. But before he could strike, a fresh enemy materialized. Throwing a bone crushing jab, the foe spat venom, despising his very existence. Unleashing a furious combo, he mocked Dielle's boxing stance. Eyes darting, Dielle hunted for a lethal opening. But a blinding strike smashed his face, slicing his cheek wide open. His ruthless attacker was Michael, an 18-year-old boxing prodigy. Boiling with rage, Gilu realized these cowards were playing dirty. Before he could retaliate, a terrifying new aura descended, muttering dark words in a foreign tongue, duel wielding a screamer sticks. It was the deadly Koshi. Hearing the dialect, Gil Su's eyes widened, recognizing the Japanese tongue. Like lightning, Kyoshi blitzed the rookie, unleashing a devastating spinning hurricane strike. Gilu threw up a desperate block, but it shattered instantly. Agony flared as he wondered how his guard broke so easily. How could he survive this? The Japanese demon raised both sticks high, mercilessly striking Gil Su across his defenseless back. Jins pointed at the massacre, taunting Yongho about his dying friends, then mockingly questioned if he would play the hero. Without hesitation, Yongho unleashed a brutal kick, roaring at Jins to guard his own life. Yet, a dull thud echoed as Jins tossed his shirt aside, deeply confusing Yongho. The sinister villain chuckled, praising Yongho's newly evolved, terrifying kicks. revealing tactical body armor, he gloated about training his former dog perfectly. But the master had evolved, too. Yung Ho glared at the bulletproof vest. Raising an unbreakable guard, Jins cracked his knuckles, lamenting his long absence from bloodshed, then invited his former pawn to dance. Sparks flew in their deadly staredown, exploding forward. Yongho launched a devastating flying kick, shattering their shared past forever. Blocking the ferocious strike, our hero pivoted, burying a devastating counter punch straight into Yongo<unk>s face. Reeling from that monstrous power, Yongo stumbled. Janab's eyes burned with cold fury, vowing to show absolutely no mercy. He would beat reality into him. Elsewhere, Jung Min was fighting a desperate battle against Huang<unk>s overwhelming assault. His battered arms screamed in agony from that bizarre weapon. Huang sneered, wondering when his prey would finally break. Huang unleashed a blinding barrage of rapid fire strikes, but in that chaos, Jung Min caught a vital clue. Huang was swinging stiffly, never clenching his fists. His arm mobility was completely sealed by his own fighting stance. Trusting his instincts, Jung leaped backward. If he could press his back against the solid wall, Huang<unk>s wide swings would be useless. Stunned that his glaring weakness was exposed, Huang froze in absolute shock. He finally realized his combat style was severely crippled. Across the battlefield, Deil was drowning in a storm of brutal blows. Michael cackled madly, mocking his basic boxing stance. With a twisted grin, he lunged forward, determined to crush Dielle's pathetic defense into dust. By a hair's breath, Deiel narrowly evaded the lethal strike. In that split second, an epiphany struck him like lightning. Michael possessed a hidden reach beyond his fists. Treating his opponent's arms as an unnaturally elongated weapon was the key. Now he could track the phantom strikes. Lunging like a predator, Michael roared that luck wouldn't save him twice. Boom! Michael tasted his own blood instead. Completely baffled by this sudden tactical evolution, the arrogant fighter faltered. Michael staggered back. Deiel charged forward, promising a brutal lesson. Meanwhile, Gil Su was violently hurled against a parked car, twirling his baton with deadly grace. The Japanese assassin grinned wickedly, struggling to his feet, Gilu gritted his teeth. This nightmare opponent possessed an impenetrable defense, chaining wildly unpredictable strikes into an overwhelming storm of pure destruction. Charging forward, Gilu roared in deep frustration, demanding the maniac speak a language he could actually understand. Whack! The relentless assassin struck again, mercilessly mocking the foolish foreigner for daring to cross fists with him. Stepping closer, his eyes grew terrifyingly cold. His sole mission was to slaughter every single enemy, defying the thunderstorm gang. Since Giloo was an outsider, his fate was already sealed. The madman lunged in for a swift and bloody execution. Metal crumpled beneath their terrifying impact. Bleeding on the asphalt, Gil Su desperately hunted for a winning strategy. Staring at the dirt, a bizarre realization hit him. his shoelaces. The grinning assassin closed in, declaring his final judgment, but the killer stopped dead in his tracks. Gillsu was fiercely gripping a makeshift weapon of tightly knotted shoes. Chuckling at this pathetic sight, the assassin attacked. Bam. Gillsu flawlessly parried the deadly baton using his improvised leather flail. The master stood utterly paralyzed. With a wicked smirk, Gilu unleashed a vicious and unpredictable counterattack. That was the pure art of street fighting. Crimson blood heavily splattered across the cold concrete. Yongo lay absolutely shattered. Trembling, he begged Jynup to stop digging up the ghosts of their dark history. But Jynup sneered with venomous cruelty. He couldn't just erase the bloody path he walked. Jynop spat that Yongo himself taught him the savage ways of combat. The twisted irony hung heavily in the air. Stepping menacingly closer, Janop declared every ounce of that gear belonged to Thunderstorm. Why violently reject his own violent legacy when he was once feared as the loyal dog of Thunderstorm? Back then, Yongo lived in the shadows forever, crushed under the boots of stronger men. He had totally forgotten the color of the sky. Looking away, he recalled a lively crew celebrating their grit. Jinnop and his wild gang were loudly sharing drinks and boisterous laughter. Pure terror paralyzed Yongo at first sight. Yet, a strange warmth from their bond completely mesmerized him. How could outlaws smile so brightly? Suddenly, a hollow, agonizing cramp twisted his gut. Starvation was violently kicking in. His last meal was a distant, blurry memory. An entire day of brutal starvation had drained his remaining life force, leaving his empty stomach roaring in agony. Suddenly, a commanding voice pierced the alley. He spun around, meeting Janops gaze, offering him a sanctuary for tomorrow if the streets were too cruel. A wicked smile crossed Janop's face. He saw a burning hunger in Yongo's eyes. The perfect pawn for his dark ambitions. The memory shifted to a sunbaked rooftop where a younger Yongo bled through brutal martial arts training with Janap. He hammered the target pads relentlessly, aura exploding with hidden strength, blocking the devastating kick. Janup smirked, praising his raw, unpolished potential, but demanded total refinement. With a swift hand gesture, his lackey retrieved a mysterious heavy box, directly offering it to Yongo. Carve this moment into your soul, he whispered. With a chilling grin, he revealed his truth. Victory belongs only to those willing to evolve. That intoxicating philosophy completely enslaved Yongo<unk>s heart. Since that fateful dawn, he transformed into Jynup's utterly loyal, unquestioning weapon. Yet, standing before the orphanage, the chilling truth struck. Yongo thunderstorm had chosen a path of no return. Suddenly, Janap seized his head fiercely, and spitting venom about betrayal, Jins mocked his rival for crawling back like a beaten stray. Raising a heavy fist, he declared Yongo needed brutal discipline. He screamed that this stray belonged in the gutter. But, shockingly, Yongo effortlessly blocked the devastating blow. The ruthless gang boss froze. Jins's eyes went wide, paralyzed by this sudden flash of defiance. Then his gaze dropped. Yongo was gripping the Japanese enforcer's deadly weapon. Glancing over his shoulder, the boss saw Gillsu's crew standing tall while his own elite thugs groaned in the dirt. Three mere kids had completely crushed them. Gilu smirked at the absolute slaughter, ruthlessly mocking his crushed foes. He laughed, claiming that cowards only grab steel when their own fists are completely pathetic. Ginsop's mind totally shortcircuited. Stepping up, Gilu coldly warned the stunned boss that his bloody rivalry with Yongo was far from settled. With absolute authority, he ordered the trash to scramble. Rubbing his stiff neck in pure frustration, Jins practically snarled. He demanded to know why Gilu was fiercely guarding this absolute traitor. He spat that Gilu knew the dark truth better than anyone. Yongo was treacherous garbage, completely unworthy of anyone's bloody mercy. Flashback to darker days. A younger Yongo unleashed pure carnage on a rival crew. One shattered kid desperately clung to his ankle, wailing for his miserable life. A chilling smirk crept across Yongo<unk>'s face. Without an ounce of pity, he whispered that he once begged exactly like that. But back then, the world was deaf to his tears. Gripping the trembling boy's hair, Yongo snarled, pinching the kid's ear. He asked what use it had if nobody listened. Twirling a glimmering blade, he coldly stated that words were totally useless now. He gladly volunteered to teach him a permanent lesson. In one vicious slash, he severed the ear. As the mutilated boy screamed in pure agony, an awakening washed over Yongo. By joining the thunderstorm syndicate, his days as prey were over. He was the apex predator now. The intoxicating rush of ultimate violence possessed his soul. Taking a drag of his cigarette, Yongo craved even bloodier battles to prove his dominance. Suddenly, Jins materialized from the dark alley, shadows flashing a wicked grin as he finally tracked down his fierce comrade. Waving a glowing smartphone, Jins bragged about a highly lucrative underworld gig involving running a massive illegal operation. Raising an eyebrow, Yongo questioned if the syndicate ordered this and what the actual play was. Jins chuckled, claiming this side hustle was a million times more thrilling. He then leaned in, asking if Yongo recalled a shady ghost named Crow from their past turf wars. Yongo blinked in sheer surprise, asking if he meant that notorious scammer who controlled an empire of voice fishing fraud. Jinsop nodded eagerly, hyping up how that rat hoarded massive fortunes by draining innocent victims dry, frowning. Yongo warned that the cops almost busted Michael and Young Min, their top tier terminal hackers, making the whole network an absolute suicide mission lately. But Jins just smirked, daring his partner to dream up a safer path to unimaginable wealth. Hooked by the promise of cash, Yongo asked for the secret. Jinsop smoothly explained that the scheme was completely flawless, provided they kept their own hands totally clean. Yango scoffed, wondering where they would possibly harvest enough obedient pawns. His blood ran cold as Jins named his very own childhood orphanage. The boss casually leaked that the supposed holy director was completely enslaved by crippling gambling addictions, blowing his entire life savings to corrupt guards, drowning in massive underworld debt. The sickening truth was that he had embezzled every last scent from the children. Armed with nothing but his title, the absolute scum plotted to force innocent orphans into illegal labor to erase his debts, stalking through those familiar haunted halls with a heavy bat, Yongo knew the demon was hunting for child slaves. Hot tears burned Yongo<unk>'s eyes deeply, regretting abandoning his true family for the bloody thunderstorm syndicate. Crushed by brutal remorse, he desperately prayed to the heavens to shield the fragile kids. Glaring through the cracked glass, he spotted the director gambling his life away. An apocalyptic fury erupted within his soul. Gripping his weapon, he growled that even if he went straight to hell, nobody touches his younger brothers. As the scumbags bodyguards fled in terror, the pathetic director froze in utter confusion. He mistakenly believed that Yongo was just a heartless mobster, a demon who couldn't care less about those innocent orphans. Hoisting the steelbat high, Yongo was completely disgusted that this human trash dared to pawn off children for gambling debts. Swinging with devastating force, Yongo roared that he had crossed the ultimate unforgivable line. The coward graveled for mercy, spewing pathetic excuses. Staring down like a reaper, Yongo warned he could easily slaughter him, but graciously offered one single ticket to survival. Smashing the director's golden name plate to dust, he commanded the rat to vanish forever. One wrong move, and Yongo would expose every filthy gambling secret and child trafficking plot to the cops. If this pathetic excuse for a guardian defied him, Yongo would personally bury him alive. Meanwhile, upstairs, a trembling toddler shook Hyen awake as the terrified orphans whispered about terrifying crashes below. Fearing a violent home invasion, they clung to her in pure panic. Sweet Hyan quickly embraced them, promising warmly that they were completely safe, bravely creeping downstairs to investigate the midnight chaos, she assumed it was just a roaring thunderstorm. After all, what kind of monster would invade a forgotten orphanage in the dead of night? Stepping down the stairs, she saw the absolute chaos unfolding. But then a chilling sight locked her gaze. Through the shadows, Yongo trudged forward, gripping a steel baton. Tears streamed down his battered face. A blinding flash of lightning tore through the orphanage. Lighting a cigarette, Jins coldly muttered that the director had vanished without a trace. He added that Sarah chose to stay out of the bloodshed. Jins interrogated Yongo about the massacre. With a twisted grin, Yongo mocked their illusion of eternal loyalty. He saw his chance for absolute power and took it. Jinsop listened with icy indifference, declaring that apex predators never bowed to stray muts. Rising from the shadows, Jins revealed his ambition to devour the entire empire. In this underworld, trust was a fatal weakness. Raising his bloodied fists, Jongo accepted the heavy burden of his violent choices. Gripping Yongo by the skull, Jins offered a cruel sliver of mercy for their shared past. With freezing apathy, he refused to drag his real brothers into this filthy mess. He would shoulder the ultimate blame. Snapping back to reality, Yongo roared that his crew was his true family. If anyone dared to touch them, they would pay in blood. Jins smirked, claiming that blind loyalty was exactly why he welcomed him. But there was no mercy in this reunion. Jins always knew Yongo was plotting his ultimate revenge from the shadows, to crush him completely. Yet here he was, crawling back like a beaten dog, begging for scraps. He delivered himself right to his executioner. Now Ginsop was ready to violently sever the ties of their dark past. Gil Su growled, demanding Jinsop to back the hell down. The odds had shifted. It was four against one now. A wicked smile crept across the face of Jins. Suddenly, an overwhelming sea of thugs emerged from the pitch black darkness. Dael and Jungman froze in pure shock. The infamous thunderstorm gang had arrived, armed and thirsty for absolute war. The sheer numbers sent a shiver down the spine of Gilu. Laughing darkly, Jins mocked them for biting off way more than they could ever chew. With a single ruthless gesture, Ginsop unleashed his raid dogs of war. The battle cries of the thunderstorm gang shook the earth. Facing this impossible army, Gilu gritted his teeth, wondering how they could possibly survive this apocalyptic clash. Clapping a heavy hand onto the trembling shoulder of Dongu Dielle rallied the boys together. Jungman cracked his knuckles, admitting this blood bath would be pure hell, but they still had a fighting chance. Dielle ignited their spirits. They were warriors, not victims. Yongo watched in absolute awe. This was not even their war. Yet, they were standing tall, ready to die together. Staring at their unbreakable brotherhood. Yongo felt his heart race, but a deadly shadow suddenly eclipsed his vision. A devastating hook from Jinsop shattered his thoughts, grinning like a demon, Jins ordered him to focus on his own execution. Spitting out blood, Yongo slowly rose, wiping his bruised jaw, he vowed to end this cursed rivalry tonight. The ultimate brawl exploded into chaos, blocking a flurry of strikes, Gillsu felt the crushing weight of their endless numbers. Fighting through the meat grinder, Dielle smashed an enemy backward, saving Gillsu. He promised to be the ultimate shield for his brother, forming an impenetrable triangle. They swore to protect the blind spots of one another. Gilu realized he was never fighting this war alone. Yongo lunged at Jinsop like a beast, taunting him mercilessly. Jins unleashed a barrage of lethal strikes, demanding Yongo remember his inferior place. Defending frantically, Yongo realized his deadly kicks were useless against that tactical vest. Worse, the brass knuckles of Jinsop were tearing him apart, dodging fatal blows. Yongo desperately wished he had a weapon to turn the tide. In a split second, he blocked with his shinuard. Crack! It shattered into useless pieces. He stared in horror at his destroyed defense. Surging forward like a titan, Jins mocked his sudden vulnerability, he swore to beat Yongo back into the pathetic weakling he once was, screaming, "Traitor, Jins unleashed his blazing fury." The explosive impact sent Yongo flying across the asphalt, looming over his prey. Jins declared that Yongo was absolute trash without the power of thunderstorm. Stripped of his armor, despair clouded the mind of Yongo. The power gap felt overwhelming. But through the ringing in his ears, the sound of his brothers roaring in combat pierced the darkness. He saw them standing like unbreakable mountains against the human wave. Despite the impossible odds, their fighting spirit was legendary. Disgust washed over Yongo. How could he cower in defeat while his blood brothers were fighting with their lives on the line? A flicker of shock crossed the eyes of Jinsop. Kicking away the shattered armor, Yongo roared that he needed no protection. His bare fists would forge his own destiny. Taking an explosive marshall stance, Jongo swore upon his soul to fight until his final breath. Smiling wickedly, Jins welcomed the death wish, eager to snap every bone in his body. Shedding his heavy restraints, Jins launches into the air. He roars, promising absolute devastation for such blatant defiance. A shiver runs down Yongo's spine. Challenging those blazing demonic fists felt like suicide, but he braces himself for evasion. A hair's breath escape. He perfectly evades the initial lethal strike, his eyes widening in pure shock as he retreats. His footwork feels impossibly weightless. Instinct takes over and suddenly he weaves through a storm of attacks with terrifying grace. Panic flickers in the tyrant's eyes as a devastating knee strike shatters his defense, crashing right into his jaw. The unsealed protagonist realizes his speed has transcended human limits. A ruthless barrage of counterattacks rains down upon the villain. He marvels at this godly velocity, unaware that his raw striking power has also awakened. The antagonist scrambles backward, gasping for breath. The gang boss unleashes his final desperate aura. He screams that this feudal resistance changes absolutely nothing. Refusing to surrender, the enemy drags out the clash. But our hero takes flight, descending with an apocalyptic flying strike. Suspended in midair, memories flood the hero's mind. It had been an eternity since he fought utterly unchained from those weights. A dark flashback surfaces. The tyrant once sneered, claiming victory belongs only to the apex predators, forcing his subordinate to submit. But the present reality shatters those lies. A fatal blow connects. The very armor meant to keep him safe. Had actually chained his true potential. Crashing into the dirt, the fallen king reels in denial. Defeated by mere trash. Bloodshot eyes burning with arrogant wrath. He refuses to fall to a loser. The scene shifts to a shadowed past. The treacherous snake whispers his sinister agenda, plotting to discard his pawns. The gang struggled for survival in the harsh underworld. A demonic smirk crossed his face. He confessed that this boy was nothing more than a convenient disposable tool. Glaring at the vulnerable orphan, the ruthless leader scoffed. Without bloodlines or backup, this kid was destined to be prey. If he vanished, not a single soul would mourn. The ultimate plan was to drain his worth and erase his existence. Back in the bloody present, the villain claws at the earth. He proudly roars his legendary title across the battlefield. Exploding with murderous intent, he lunges forward, refusing to be conquered by an outcast. But our protagonist smoothly evades, whispering that the tyrant's own twisted philosophy has utterly backfired. A lightning fast roundhouse kick brutally connects, shattering the villain's arrogant face. Staring at the shattered enemy, the hero declares a chilling truth. True strength is born from unbreakable delusion and iron will. The main character witnesses this legendary awakening. Brushing back his hair, the Unchained fighter thanks his former master for the brutal lesson. The invincible boss finally crumbles into dust. The remaining Syndicate members freeze their souls, leaving their bodies as they witness. Their untouchable god brought to his knees. Whispers of absolute panic spread. Their sinister mastermind's identity was finally exposed to the light. The heroic spectator steps forward, demanding the hidden truth. Cornered like rats, the lingering thugs ignite their combat auras. once again. But absolute terror shatters their formation, scattering them like cowards into the shadows, his adrenaline fading, the victor collapses heavily. Still processing his impossible triumph over the underworld's demon king. Gazing up at the blinding heavens, peace finally washes over him. A legendary shadow looms over him. He once dreaded this very encounter, but the main character simply offers a hand of brotherhood. Acknowledging the majestic victory, he commands the warrior to rise. Memories flash back to another blood soaked arena where this exact savior had shown true grace after a brutal duel. Drowning in regret over his past dishonor. He yearned for a righteous path. Surrendering his remaining pride, he grasps that heroic hand. Rising from the ashes of battle, genuine gratitude escapes his bruised lips. But the main character smirks, pointing toward a beautiful silhouette rushing into the arena. The exhausted fighter's heart suddenly skips a beat. As a desperate voice echoes through the silence, his destined heroine tears through the battlefield, leaving him completely stunned. Without warning, she crashes into his arms, tears streaming down her face. A suffocating wave of pure anxiety and affection overwhelms them both. Freezing up awkwardly, an innocent, heart fluttering smile breaks through his bruised face. The storm has passed. The warriors can finally breathe again. Morning sunshine hits the academy. The main character frantically searches for his missing gear. His loyal sidekick senses a looming disaster. As panic mode engages, the wallet has mysteriously vanished into thin air. A blood curdling shriek echoes through the peaceful school halls. His lifeline and identity card are completely gone. Sweating bullets, his friend tries damage control, praying it was just left behind. Suddenly, whispers of the underworld bleed into the classroom. Passing students gossip about the terrifying syndicate dropping the unchained fighter's name. The heroic duo freezes in their tracks. The dark rumors suggest absolute ruin, claiming the reformed warrior is headed straight for a prison cell deeply tied to the criminal abyss. Seeking the truth, the main character steps up. But an intimidating aura suddenly descends from behind. The legendary brawler himself was lurking in the shadows, eyes cold as a blizzard, he menacingly questions their reckless gossip. Trembling with fear, the gossiping student stammers about the dropout's unexpected return. Projecting pure dominant energy, the alpha male coldly bites back, telling the extras to stay in their lane. Brushing past the cowardly students, he drops a terrifying ultimatum. Keep absolutely quiet or face total annihilation. He'd be crushed if he kept spouting garbage. Watching this, Gilu grinned, thrilled that Yongo finally returned to campus. Slumping at his desk, Yongo sighed heavily. Returning to this boring academy felt like an absolute drag right now. He absolutely despised these classrooms, knowing he didn't belong here. He was only sitting here because the menacing Renh High had forced his hand. His mind drifted to a painful memory. Hine's tearful voice echoed, scolding him for diving into the dangerous underworld and abandoning school. She begged him to remember his true self, pleading for the gentle boy she once knew. Panicking slightly, he scrambled to comfort her, begging her to stop crying while bystanders stared. Wiping her eyes, Hyen pleaded for his return to the academy, demanding a solemn vow, raising her trembling pinky. Yongo smiled warmly at the pact, swearing he would fiercely protect their promise. Before nostalgia could fully consume him, the classroom door slammed open. A shadowy figure stepped inside, mocking Yongo for crawling back so soon, assuming he had vanished forever. The sinister Kang smirked, mentioning rumors that Yongo had completely annihilated the notorious thunderstorm gang, proving the beast within him was still blazing. Glaring sharply, Yongo demanded to know Kang<unk>s true intentions regarding this mess. Stepping dangerously close, Kang offered a twisted olive branch, whispering that the syndicate could easily forgive his tiny little rebellion. A mockingly cold smile stretched across Yongo's face. He stood up, brushing past the arrogant boss, casually noting the supposed generosity of this invitation before instantly crushing the offer. Kang's eyes narrowed dangerously, warning the rogue fighter that he was now completely homeless. "The syndicate was his only sanctuary," Kang sneered. Walking away, Yongo coldly told the boss to mind his own pathetic life, swearing to carve his own destiny. Later that night, someone carefully tied a crimson ribbon around a mysterious box. Preparing the gift, Yongo's mind wandered back to the dark syndicate, remembering the cold underground dorms they once provided him. As a lonely orphan, with absolutely zero options, he had blindly followed their orders. Strolling down the quiet street, Yongo pondered his desperate hunger for a real family. After a lifetime of crushing isolation, he had mistakenly found pride in that terrifyingly powerful mob, craving their toxic protection. But the brutal truth hit him bloodshed only breeds endless violence and betrayal. Standing before his childhood orphanage, nostalgia washed over him. The brutal underworld could never offer the genuine peace his soul desperately craved. Just then, Hyen's sweet voice rang out, warning the energetic kids to slow down before getting hurt. The youngsters froze, spotting a familiar figure and pointing at Yongo. Chuckling, he told them to obey Hyen. Bursting with joy, they sprinted, tackling him in a warm hug, Yongo beamed, finding the family he desired. Under the glowing street lights, the children begged him to wait right there. Glancing over his shoulder, Yongo<unk>s eyes widened in disbelief as he spotted three highly unexpected guests. "What were they doing here?" flashing a cheeky grin, Gilu joked about his grand welcome. Pouting slightly, Hine confessed she secretly invited them as a reward for their heroic backup. Gilu laughed genuinely hyped to see Yongo back in the academy halls, especially with a massive storm brewing. Smirking confidently, Yongo vowed his next victory would be a lightning fast knockout. Gilu and Jung Min watched the hilarious banter unfold. Suddenly intrigued, Gilu leaned in and questioned the tragic fate of that smashed up motorcycle. Yongo sighed, guessing he would pay the massive repair fees. Raising an eyebrow, Gilu demanded the unlucky owner<unk>'s identity. Yongo shrugged cluelessly, hearing rumors that the punk attended their academy. Meanwhile, in a dark alleyway, thugs were drenching the exact motorcycle in gasoline. A sinister hand snatched a discarded lighter from the concrete. They glared at the wrecked machine, furious over its total destruction. Eyes blazing with wrath, they could not fathom the audacity of someone torching their precious ride. Hissing like a snake, they swore absolute death upon the culprit. This monster was the tyrant of Ganing Tech, the legendary Ha Chin Juang. Hey readers, did that epic chapter get your blood pumping? I loved it. If you crave the next thrilling showdown, smash that subscribe button and drop a like. 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