The scene was terrifying, the fight between Byung and Drekk had become brutally one-sided after Byung landed that devastating punch.
He was visibly out of breath, his chest heaving, and his body covered in cuts and bruises, though none were fatal.
"F-Fucking monster," Byung muttered weakly as his knees trembled beneath him. He knew he was close to his limit.
Drekk's endurance was frightening, yet Byung noticed the heavy drag in his opponent's breathing, the slight falter in his stance.
"He isn't invincible…" Byung whispered under his breath, strengthening his resolve, realizing he lacked the stamina to keep up for long.
He needed to strengthen his body—to make it endure longer, tougher—if he survived this encounter at all.
Drekk had a triumphant grin carved across his face as he began to stride forward, his heavy steps echoing like thunder, ready to put an end to it once and for all.
