From Bullets To Billions novel Chapter 419

Chapter 419: The Monster (Part 2)

For a moment the group truly believed they had a chance. Stephen and Wolf were able to fight together against Jett, allowing Darno time to recover. For a breath, for an instant, with just the three of them working in rhythm, they thought they might be able to take the man down , especially after everything they had already seen. The hope hung in the air like a thin, bright thread.

However, his iron-like body and his iron grip were too much. No matter how hard they struck, no matter where they struck, there was no sign of Jett slowing down. The way he moved felt less like the movements of a single man and more like a machine built to refuse defeat. Limbs met skin and bone and bounced; blows that would have stopped others barely caused him to flinch.

When he finally managed to grab them, this time he wasn’t letting go. They could hit him all they liked; they could swing and kick and scream; his grip held. Then, as if the floor itself had become a weapon, he flung them and smashed their bodies down onto the hard concrete. This wasn’t an official ring match with padded mats , every slam landed on cold, unforgiving floor, the impact traveling up through joints and into bones. Force delivered with that kind of intent could snap more than pride; it could snap limbs.

One by one he did it, and one by one they failed to get back up. They lay there, winded, crumpled, stunned into silence. Even with Na coming to aid and taking down the Black Hound members around him, the result was the same in the end. There were too few of them, and Jett’s strength was too concentrated, too precise.

Joe, having returned, was now the only one left standing and looking at the scene in front of him. His breath hitched as he scanned the bodies. Every muscle in his chest tightened. His mind tried to make a plan and kept stumbling over the same brutal fact: they had been outclassed. Not merely beaten , outclassed.

This guy... Wolf thought, each word a slow ache. His speed is great, his endurance is strong as well. He’s a person whose stats and abilities aren’t so easy to see from the outside. That’s why I was so wrong in my grading.

If they had any chance of beating him, they would have needed Aron here as well. The thought slipped through Joe’s head like a cold blade. Aron’s presence on the field would have changed the balance , but Aron was elsewhere, guarding Sheri, doing the thing Joe had been hoping would free them all.

Every single person on the floor felt it: that hot, sour sting of frustration. They had trained until their muscles memorized movement; they had disciplined their bodies and minds; they had fought hard to avoid ending up in a situation like this. Yet here they were, flattened by force they had underestimated.

Maybe, some of them thought bitterly, the difference was effort. Would the result have been different if Darno had trained harder? If he had pushed himself the way his teacher demanded? It’s easy in the middle of pain to trace backward through choices and look for the single turn that led you here. Darno felt that question like a wound: had he done more, would he have stood a chance? He had always taken the edge of training for granted in ways that now looked like indulgence.

"COME ON!" Jett shouted, his voice cruel and bright above the groans. "You’re the last one right, let’s get this over with."

"So far your friends have really been something. Honestly I never expected them to be so skilled."

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