Jun barely moved his lips. "All right, let's see who really has the bigger skill issue."
He lunged forward with a feint so fluid even Luck's eyes lost it for a split second.
'Shit—this guy's legit,'
Luck thought, dodging just in time.
The next punch came as a blur, not at the face but aimed at his neck. Luck veered aside, yet Jun's elbow still whipped in for the jaw's knockout spot.
Luck met it with a palm block, only for Jun to spin and deliver a heel kick that nearly hit.
The yakuza kid kept going. Every move looked practiced, but they weren't from just one style—a Muay Thai clinch turned into a judo grab, then a fake shoulder throw shifted into a tiger claw aimed at the eye.
Every strike was designed to injure—one slip and he would be picking teeth off the ground.
The onlookers didn't dare breathe. Even the two on the ground, Peter and Geo, just watched, slack-jawed, as their friend's attacks blurred into a single, continuous combo.
