From Bullets To Billions novel Chapter 526

Chapter 526: Scared Of The Dark Hand (Part 2)

Evon was still in disbelief; he simply didn’t understand what was happening. In his mind, he didn’t think the two of them were that far apart in terms of raw skill. He had spent years honing his craft within the syndicate, and now he had the ultimate advantage. The Exoskeleton should have given him added speed and strength that no normal human could match, so how was he not able to land a single hit on Aron? Unlike before, when they first traded blows, Aron seemed to be moving in a different dimension entirely.

Once Aron knew the danger at hand, of course, he was being careful. He wasn’t a fool; he knew that one clean hit from those metallic fists could end the fight. In a typical fight, there were certain ways Aron would use his batons, using them to block heavy blows or to tangle up an opponent’s limbs to deliver a more powerful strike back.

But when he had blocked Evon’s strikes earlier, he could tell he was unable to do next to any damage when it came to striking the man’s hands or forearms. The metal was just too thick. He realized quickly that he needed to avoid every single strike rather than trying to parry them.

His concentration was at its absolute peak, and to top it off, Aron had been fighting more lately than he usually would have. His job as one of the guards for Max in the past had been rather lackluster and quiet. The skills he had learned and the lethal techniques he had used when he was younger had been shelved. Of course, he had kept up with his basic training over the years, there was so much he had done that the muscle memory would never truly leave his body.

However, there would always be a period where it would take some amount of time for all of his senses to go back to the way they were in his prime. He had been "rusty," but lately, due to the dangerous direction Max had decided to take, Aron had been in fight after fight. They weren’t easy matches, and the constant life-or-death pressure was forcing him back into the old version of himself. The war orphan was waking up.

Aron went in again with the baton. He launched a dual assault; one strike hissed toward the stomach while the other aimed for the side of the neck.

Evon thought he had predicted the move perfectly. He saw both trajectories and opened his hands, ready to grab the batons and snap them, or at least block the momentum. But just as the wood was about to connect, Aron stopped just short of both attacks. It was a feint. Instead of following through with his hands, he pivoted on his lead foot and kicked the thigh of Evon incredibly hard.

The sound of the impact was like a whip cracking.

"You’re getting flustered as the fight goes on," Aron claimed as he continued to circle. "You can’t even focus anymore. You’ve stopped setting up traps altogether... my guess is your teacher saw potential in you and then stopped teaching you altogether because you lacked the discipline to finish the lessons!"

Although the guests were unable to leave the venue, they were absolutely amazed at what they were seeing. They had come for a brutal underground brawl, but they were witnessing a true masterclass of skill.

Na, who had practically been defeated and was watching from the edge of the ring, was in total awe.

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify