Tom's frustration was already boiling over when he demanded a competition.
PK remained calm. From his previous life and countless books, he had already absorbed the theory of combat—judo, karate, kung fu, boxing. He was confident. Hand-to-hand fighting did not worry him in the slightest.
But when Tom proposed a shooting match, PK felt a flicker of concern. Still, his expression remained calm, like a still river.
"Sure," PK replied.
Both of them picked up pistols and faced the target.
The moment PK held the gun, something clicked. Experience flooded into him as if it had always belonged there. His stance adjusted naturally, grip stabilized, breathing aligned. Without hesitation, PK fired—every bullet struck the mark, clean and precise, not a single miss.
He returned the pistol calmly.
Silence.
Tom's eyes widened. The entire elite unit froze. Even Selene stared in disbelief.
Tom had also hit bullseyes—but PK's timing, speed, and consistency were clearly superior.
Tom clenched his fists.
He's young. Just a Tiger Squad captain, Tom reassured himself. There's no way his real combat strength matches this.
Trying to regain control, Tom demanded a one-on-one fight and motioned for one of his team members to step forward.
PK tilted his head slightly and said casually,
"No. I want to fight you."
Everyone froze.
Tom blinked.
Wait… why does it feel like he's the one asking for the fight?
Wasn't I the one provoking him?
Since when did I lose control of this situation?
Still, his pride wouldn't allow him to back down.
PK continued, his tone relaxed.
"Since we're fighting anyway, let's make it interesting. A bet."
Tom frowned. "What bet?"
"If I win," PK said, "I'll take one member from your elite squad into mine."
Tom laughed inwardly.
He really is arrogant. He thinks he can win and steal my people?
Without thinking twice, Tom replied, "Fine. And if I win—"
"You kneel and apologize," Tom said smugly.
PK nodded. "Deal."
Kneeling is nothing, PK thought calmly. At least he didn't ask for money.
The fight began.
Tom attacked ferociously, fists and kicks raining down with lethal intent. His movements were sharp, powerful, and well-trained. Any ordinary opponent would have been overwhelmed instantly.
PK, however, simply blocked.
Step by step.
Calm.
Efficient.
He wasn't even breathing heavily.
So this is my current strength, PK thought, slightly amused.
Then he decided it was time.
PK moved.
His sudden acceleration shocked everyone watching. Before Tom could react, PK closed the distance and struck—his foot slammed directly into Tom's chest.
The impact was explosive.
Tom's body flew backward, crashing several meters away before hitting the ground hard.
Unconscious.
Silence.
Absolute silence.
Every elite unit member stood frozen, staring at the scene.
Selene's lips parted slightly in shock. No one spoke.