From Bullets To Billions novel Chapter 489

Chapter 489: Strength Vs Exoskelton

There was one thing Na was genuinely relieved about, his opponent was still standing. Despite the overwhelming cheers, the tense atmosphere, and the throbbing ache in his knuckles, that single fact was enough to keep Na grounded. Hurting someone from the Gilt Rats, even accidentally, could spiral into consequences far beyond this cage. The Billion Bloodline group already had enough problems with the Black Hounds. The last thing Max needed was for Na to spark a second war with someone even higher-ranked.

Yet even with that fear gnawing at him, Na stared at Evon in disbelief.

How is he still okay? How did that punch not break him?

My fist... it’s stinging. Did I hit metal? Is he wearing armour under that jacket?

Na flexed his fingers subtly. His knuckles weren’t damaged, but the sensation was undeniable. There had been resistance, hard resistance, not like striking flesh or bone. If Evon really had something mechanical reinforcing him, that would explain a lot. But it also meant Na needed to tread even more carefully.

He reminded himself that the body of a superhuman had to be able to withstand its own strength. If someone like him could shatter concrete, their bones needed to be durable enough not to break from the recoil. Still, metal was metal. And hitting it at full speed stung.

Evon, however, looked invigorated. His eyes brightened with an almost childlike excitement.

"Alright," Evon said, lowering his stance. "Looks like I’m going to need to try something."

He rushed in again, adopting the same pattern as before, kicks thrown in sharp arcs, subtle openings appearing like shifting shadows around his form. Na recognized some of the setups, but the timing felt different. The rhythm of the fight was changing.

This time, when Na launched a compact punch toward Evon’s side, Evon did not dodge.

Instead, he lifted his hand and reached out.

Na felt his wrist halt abruptly.

Evon had grabbed his fist in mid-punch.

A faint mechanical whir vibrated from Evon’s arm, barely audible, but unmistakable. He had activated something beneath the leather jacket.

With a twist, Evon flung Na’s arm away effortlessly.

"No," Evon said sharply. "This isn’t it!"

His tone carried a frustration that bordered on offended.

"You’re holding back! This punch isn’t anywhere near as hard as the last one. Do you really need me to hurt you just to get you to strike at full force?"

Evon stepped in as he spoke, driving a punch toward Na’s side. Na raised his forearm to block, as he had done countless times. Normally, that was enough; his body was sturdy, and his guard solid.

But this time was different.

The moment Evon’s fist connected, a jolt of pain ripped through Na’s entire arm. His muscles seized, his nerves screamed, and a sharp numbness followed along his forearm. He was forced to take a step sideways, unable to hold his ground.

For the first time in the match, Na felt fear.

That power... that was unnatural.

How is he hitting that hard? Such force shouldn’t come from someone his size. When I hit him, it felt like metal. And now this... something is definitely wrong.

The way he said it, the casualness of it, made Na’s heart tighten. Evon was hinting that he knew. He knew Na was holding back. He knew Na wasn’t an ordinary human. And that made the risk even greater. But if Evon could withstand it, and if doing so would help Max earn the money they desperately needed, then Na had no reason to hesitate.

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