Chapter 62
Jack rolled his shoulders, the weight of the battle settling in.
His opponent, the massive brute with iron gauntlets, grinned menacingly as he cracked his knuckles.
The air between them grew thick with tension, the sounds of distant gunfire and clashing steel fading into the background.
This was it—a real fight, a battle between warriors, not just thugs swinging weapons in the dark.
Jack's muscles tensed as the brute took a step forward, his presence alone exuding dominance.
He focused inward, drawing upon the Ki flowing through his body.
His veins pulsed with raw power, muscles tightening as the life force within him surged.
A faint aura shimmered around him, his strength increasing exponentially.
"You've got guts, kid," the brute said, his voice like gravel. "But guts alone won't save you."
Jack smirked. "Good thing I've got more than just guts."
The brute lunged, his massive fist rocketing toward Jack's face. Jack barely had time to react.
