Dick could feel the raw power from Zayn’s punch, and it was dangerous enough that his pupils constricted while his skin crawled.
He took a deep breath, steeling himself with the knowledge that there was no way out of this. The only choice left was to fight fire with fire, using offense as defense. He had always been known for his unyielding brute force and his monstrous strength. He should be able to brace attacks from someone who was only as tall as 1.8 meters.
Pow! Pow! Pow!
Zayn launched into multiple consecutive punches without rest. More than five hundred punches were unleashed within a single minute, in other words, he dished out ten blows per second, which was pretty much the epitome of speed. Worse, every single punch held tremendous power rivaling a canon’s shot.
Amazingly, Dick braced through them all. The melee switched locations every few seconds instead of remaining static. The two fighters’ shifting footwork meant they zipped through the ocean within a 5km radius in a tight chase of cat-and-mouse. Flashes of their silhouette appeared everywhere. They were so fast that even the cruise could not catch up. The only way the spectators could even see where they were was if the cruise managed to shine its spotlight on them as it scanned through the area.
It was a battle so intense that the sea had temporarily lost its hope for peace. Waves rolled and roared While carcasses of fishes, all of them dead from suffering the brunt of the fight point-blank, surfaced.
The longer the fight went on, the more exhilarated Zayn felt. He had not felt so much thrill for such a long time. While the melee progressed, he sank deeper and deeper into his thoughts. In the zone, there was only the void and Dick’s lone figure. Then, slowly, he warped into someone else, Zayn’s mirror image.
In Zayn’s mind, his opponent was nobody else but himself!
In stark contrast to Zayn’s roaring, blazing, rising alacrity, Dick felt only a pool of ice in his stomach, and it was growing as the battle progressed. With each passing second, he grew more frightened.
It was becoming clear that Zayn was far from an untalented hack. No, to Dick’s horror, the opposite was proven true: Zayn was a true genius, and his skill and power eclipsed Dick’s completely.
Dick was basically fighting on 120% of his capacity, hoping that going all-out and desperate could gain him any purchase. But he failed. Zayn’s power was beyond what he had imagined.
Worst of all, Zayn’s stamina never saw a single dip. There seemed to be no limit to it, no shortage of reservoirs. It forced Dick to be locked in the defensive rather than to sneak even a single counterattack. By this point, his body had suffered about five hundred punches, each igniting pockets of pain across his arms, causing an act as simple as lifting them up a toll. Every piece of Dick’s bone had endured so much blunt trauma that all of them were protesting in agony.
Zayn’s assaults were inhumanely brutal, and every single attack drilled an acute jolt through Dick’s body in the most excruciating way possible. God, Dick wished he was spared even a second to scream out how regretful he was. Why the hell did he have to provoke Zayn in the first place?!
No wonder Liam set his own prestige and power aside to coax the man into joining the Insurgent Trifecta. Dick had no reason to doubt that Zayn was a monster, through and through!
“The premier fighter of Guineve”, this was no exaggeration; he had certainly earned the title!
“I’m on fire! Hahaha!” Zayn guffawed boisterously before launching into yet another relentless onslaught. He was faster. He hit harder. To Dick’s mortification, Zayn’s skills and powers seemed to be growing in real-time as the battle went on. His maneuver on the surface of the sea was accelerating toward mastery and second-nature ease.
In dismal contrast, Dick was sinking under the pressure. His thighs and everything below them were practically submerged. His stamina was running out. Each breath became more labored than the last. He was gasping, and if the battle continued, there was no doubt that Zayn could kill him.
“Stop! T-time out, Zayn Larson! I y-yield—” Dick began, ready to concede defeat, but Zayn was already so far gone in his euphoria that he did not give the man a chance to halt. He dished out a kick that linked straight to Dick’s abdomen, causing the man to wince in agony before ramming into the sea with blood escaping from his mouth.