The Unkillable Man

Section 1: The Blah Blah Speech

The moment Jason landed on the mall’s marble floor, Raymond sensed his hostility.

Unlike the gangsters he’d fought earlier, Jason carried himself with absolute confidence. Calm and composed, he held an iron staff in his right hand.

His tongue was still sticking out of his mouth.

Raymond charged without warning, throwing a powerful punch at Jason.

CONCUSSION PUNCH!

A violent vibration surged through his fist.

Jason glided one meter backward, dodging the attack. In the same motion, he spun his staff around his back and swung at Raymond’s waist.

WHACK!

Raymond blocked with his arm, but the blow launched him straight into an unfortunate bystander.

BAM!

Both men crashed onto the marble. The bystander spat blood and lost consciousness while Raymond struggled to rise.

Jason made no attempt to pursue him. He simply lowered his staff and began speaking.

“Powerful forces keep this world in balance: the police, the criminal underworld, the Kungfu Association, the Humble Organization, the Frugal Organization, and countless smaller factions.”

He continued calmly.

“I stand among the highest leaders of the criminal underworld. I command hundreds of men, who command others beneath them.”

“Robinson and Canelo are two of my most trusted men. Sean was once one of them, too.”

Jason paused, his expression growing colder.

“But Sean… disappointed me.”

Up on the second-floor walkway, Brian had been listening to the entire speech, growing increasingly impatient.

Blah, blah, blah! Spare me the grand speech! Just say you’re here to kick Raymond’s ass. Get to the damn point already!

Then he spotted Michael lying unconscious in the battlefield, the filthy sock still stuffed in his mouth.

Wait a minute… Keep talking, you bastard. I’ll get Michael out of here.

Without hesitation, Brian vaulted over the railing and jumped straight down to the mall floor.

Meanwhile, Jason was still delivering his speech.

“And then there’s YOU!”

He pointed his iron staff directly at Raymond.

“You humiliated my men! You destroyed our reputation! You turned our entire hierarchy upside down!”

His voice dropped, cold and firm.

“I’ve had enough of your destruction, you squinty-eyed, funny-looking guy!”

He lowered his staff slightly.

“Today, I’m here to restore our power. And you’re going to pay for everything you’ve done.”

Section 2: Crappy First Aid

Brian rushed toward Michael, still unconscious in the battlefield.

While Jason kept talking, Brian scooped Michael into a princess carry and hurried toward the public restroom.

Once he reached a safe distance from the fighting, he carefully lowered Michael onto the floor.

SQUISH!

A strange, wet sound came from beneath Michael’s back.

Brian paused at the wet sound. Nothing seemed wrong, so he ignored it.

He had placed Michael on the exact spot where a guy had pooped earlier, right out in the open.

Captain Lam lay on a fresh pile of human feces, his expensive shirt slowly soaking up the mess.

Unaware of the disaster, Brian turned his attention to Michael’s face.

The filthy sock still lodged in Michael’s mouth reeked horribly. Foul fumes seemed to rise from it, as if a cursed object were leaking poison.

Brian nearly gagged.

“No wonder he’s unconscious! That thing could knock out even Boss Colin in a second, from a distance!”

Holding back his disgust, Brian grabbed the sock and pulled it out of Michael’s mouth.

SPLURCH!

Michael coughed twice, sending a stream of pale foam dripping down his lips and chin.

Brian spotted a crumpled piece of paper lying beside Michael.

Perfect! Just what I needed.

He picked it up and wiped Michael’s mouth, cheeks, and chin, removing the foam.

But as he continued wiping, something seemed terribly wrong.

Instead of getting cleaner, Michael’s face grew filthier. Yellow stains spread across his cheeks, and tiny white worms crawled near his mouth.

Brian examined the paper. Thick brown stains covered it, and it smelled horrible.

To his horror, he realized it was a piece of used toilet paper that someone had already wiped their ass with!

Oh shit… You’ve gotta be kidding me. That’s literally shit!

Brian dropped the paper in disgust.

He checked Michael’s breathing and heartbeat. Both were normal.

Brian sent an emergency pickup code to the Humble Organization’s medical team.

With help on the way, Brian turned toward the battlefield.

Jason had finished his speech and waited for Raymond’s response.

Raymond lowered his head slightly and muttered under his breath.

“You waste your breath. I only hear the sound of shattering glass windows now.”

Brian leaned against the restroom wall and watched, unconcerned that Captain Lam lay unconscious in human feces with someone else’s feces smeared across his face.

Section 3: Stationary Dominance

Raymond raised his fist, his eyes locked on Jason.

Without warning, he slammed it into the marble floor with tremendous force.

CONCUSSION SHOCKWAVE!

BOOOOM!

The marble cracked as violent vibrations spread in every direction.

Jason planted his feet, raised his iron staff overhead, and slammed it into the floor.

BANG!

Jason’s shockwave met Raymond’s head-on, canceling most of the impact.

Jason trembled slightly, his cheeks wobbling comically for several seconds.

Yet he remained standing, completely unharmed.

Jason tilted his head and gave Raymond a confident look.

“AOE attacks, huh? Fine. Let’s see how you handle mine!”

He gripped his staff with both hands and raised it overhead.

Then he brought it down in a devastating overhead swing.

WHOOOOSH!

A massive shockwave burst forward, tearing across the marble floor in a straight line.

Raymond reacted instantly, dropping low and rolling sideways to avoid the attack.

The shockwave hit three spectators, shredding their clothes and leaving them naked, bruised, and swollen.

The man and two women fled the mall, desperately covering themselves.

Jason didn’t even bother looking at them.

Raymond sprang up and charged with another CONCUSSION PUNCH!

Jason glided one meter back, dodged, and struck Raymond with his staff, sending him crashing across the floor.

Near the restroom wall, Brian watched the battle with growing concern.

Damn… Raymond’s getting owned.

But something about Jason’s movements caught his attention.

Despite his advantage, Jason barely left his spot. He shifted just enough to dodge and counter, staying in the same small area.

Even when Raymond lay vulnerable, Jason never pursued him.

Brian narrowed his eyes.

Wait a minute… He’s dominating this fight. Why isn’t he pressing his advantage?

Brian studied Jason’s carefully controlled movements.

No… That’s not arrogance. He’s deliberately limiting his movements.

Brian’s expression grew serious.

Something’s holding him back. But what?

Section 4: Breaking the Rhythm

Raymond got back on his feet, wiping blood from his mouth.

Every attack met the same response: Jason glided back, dodged, and struck with his staff.

The same damn trick, every time.

Raymond clenched his fists.

Same damn trick, huh? Let’s see if you can keep up when I pick up the pace!

He charged again with a completely different approach.

Raymond unleashed a lightning-fast barrage from multiple angles, mixing ordinary punches with deadly Concussion Punches.

Some were ordinary punches; others carried devastating vibrations.

And the worst part?

Jason couldn’t tell which was which until a punch actually landed on his body.

Jason immediately recognized the danger.

Jason’s one-meter glide was no longer enough. Fists came from every direction, forcing him to defend with his staff.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

Jason blocked strike after strike as Raymond pressed forward, denying him any chance to counter.

Left hook. Right jab. Another Concussion Punch!

Jason deflected each blow with his staff, struggling to hold his position.

Then, an opening appeared.

BAM!

Raymond slipped through Jason’s defense and landed a clean punch directly into his side.

Jason recoiled, leaving his chest exposed.

Raymond seized the opportunity.

He drove a powerful straight-leg kick into Jason’s chest.

CRAAACK!

For the first time since the battle began, Jason was sent flying.

Jason flew several meters, crashed onto the marble, and rolled twice onto his back, staff still in hand.

Raymond lowered his leg, breathing hard as he watched Jason.

Lucky bastard. That was only a regular punch. If it had been a Concussion Punch, that would’ve been the end of you!

But Jason wasn’t finished—not even close.

Section 5: The Gloves Are Off

Jason rose, gripping his iron staff tightly.

Raymond charged at once with another barrage of ordinary punches mixed with Concussion Punches.

But this time, Jason changed his approach.

He stepped back, ducked beneath Raymond’s punch, and burst forward at incredible speed.

Damn it… I’m gonna regret this. Staying put is no longer an option. But moving at full speed will make me overheat in no time.

He’d limited his movements to control his body temperature, but Raymond had forced him to abandon that strategy.

Raymond’s eyes widened.

What the hell?! So this guy CAN move!

Jason attacked from another angle before Raymond could react.

WHACK!

Raymond barely blocked the staff and counterpunched. Jason dodged, spun, and struck again.

CLANG! BAM! WHACK!

The fight raced across the mall at incredible speed. Their punches and staff strikes cracked the marble floor and nearby walls.

Twenty blows. Thirty blows.

Neither fighter backed down.

Raymond launched another Concussion Punch, but Jason slipped past it and spun his iron staff around his back, building momentum with each rotation.

Once.

Twice.

Then he brought the staff down with tremendous force, aiming straight for Raymond’s chest.

Raymond instinctively crossed both forearms to block.

CRAAACK!

The iron staff smashed into his guard, fracturing both forearms with a sickening crack.

Before Raymond could recover, Jason twisted his staff and swung upward, striking him directly in the stomach.

BAAAAM!

The blow launched Raymond nearly ten meters into the air.

Moments later, he came crashing down.

BOOOOM!

Raymond struck the marble, shattering tiles and fracturing his pelvis and other bones.

Jason immediately rushed forward, smashing his iron staff into Raymond’s ribs.

CRAAACK!

Several ribs fractured under the impact.

Jason swung again, striking Raymond’s left shin.

CRAAACK!

The blow snapped his shinbone, leaving a jagged piece of bone sticking out through his skin.

Raymond groaned, vomited three thick sprays of blood, and collapsed onto his back.

For a moment, he lay completely still.

Then, unbelievably, Raymond began pushing himself off the floor.

His forearms and ribs were broken, his pelvis shattered, and his shinbone snapped through the skin.

Yet he stood firmly on both legs, moving his injured arms as though nothing had happened.

Jason stared at him in disbelief.

“Mmph… wha… mmgh…?”

His mouth hung open, with his tongue still sticking out, making his shocked muttering completely unintelligible.

For the first time, even Jason seemed shaken.

Raymond clenched his fists, ignoring his shattered bones.

A violent vibration surged through his right fist.

CONCUSSION PUNCH!

And once again, he charged straight toward Jason.

Section 6: Beyond Flesh and Bone

Near the restroom wall, Brian watched Raymond in disbelief.

Through his Golden Eyes, Brian saw fractures throughout Raymond’s body.

His muscles were torn, his joints badly damaged.

Yet he kept charging forward, throwing powerful punches as though nothing had happened.

Brian focused his Golden Eyes on Raymond’s face. Behind his eyes, a strange black mist swirled, as though something moved inside his head.

With injuries like that, he should be dead! Even if he’s somehow still alive, he should be lying helplessly on the floor, unable to move! So how the hell is he still fighting? That black mist in his eyes… This isn’t adrenaline or willpower. Something else is driving him. Could he actually be… possessed?

Meanwhile, Raymond continued his relentless assault, occasionally muttering something about smashing the next glass wall.

Despite his shattered bones, his arms moved freely, delivering a chaotic mixture of ordinary punches and deadly Concussion Punches.

Jason dodged and counterattacked, but Raymond kept coming. They raced across the mall, exchanging over a hundred blows in less than a minute.

CLANG! BAM! WHACK!

But as the battle raged on, Jason’s body began to change.

Jason’s yellowish skin turned deep red as his temperature soared and steam poured from his shoulders.

Every movement pushed him closer to his limit.

As Raymond charged again, Jason thrust his iron staff forward, forcing him to keep his distance.

Then he opened his mouth wide.

FWOOOOOSH!

A massive stream of fire erupted from Jason’s mouth, engulfing Raymond’s entire head.

His long, messy hair and tangled beard burned away almost instantly.

But when the flames cleared, Raymond’s face remained completely unharmed.

Even more surprisingly, his wild hair had been burned into a neat, short hairstyle. His beard was gone, revealing a clean, unexpectedly handsome face.

For the first time in ages, Raymond actually looked rather attractive.

Watching from the restroom wall, Brian’s eyes widened.

“What the hell?! That guy can breathe fire too?!”

Jason gave no response. His skin glowed deep red as steam continued rising from his shoulders.

He gripped his staff, ready to continue.

Section 7: One Final Barrage

Jason charged forward, hammering Raymond’s shoulders, ribs, arms, and legs with his iron staff.

WHACK! BAM! CRACK!

Each impact shattered more bone.

Ten strikes. Fifteen. Twenty.

Blood splattered across the marble.

Yet Raymond kept advancing.

He even threw punches with arms that should no longer have moved.

For nearly a minute, Jason drove him across the battlefield with one brutal strike after another. Still, Raymond refused to fall.

Then, just as Jason raised his staff for another strike, Raymond suddenly lunged forward.

CONCUSSION PUNCH!

BAAAAM!

Raymond’s fist smashed directly into Jason’s chest, sending violent vibrations through his entire body.

Jason’s eyes widened as a massive mouthful of blood erupted from his lips.

The impact launched him several meters backward, spraying blood through the air before he crashed onto the marble floor.

BOOOOM!

He rolled across the shattered tiles, desperately planting his iron staff against the ground to stop himself.

“COUGH! COUGH!”

Struggling onto his knees, Jason coughed violently and vomited another thick stream of blood.

His ears rang, his vision blurred, and dizziness struck as he fought to regain his balance.

Jason shook his head, chest burning and hands trembling, then forced himself upright with his staff.

A short distance away, Raymond stood motionless, his shattered body trembling slightly.

His eyes remained unfocused, and his lips moved faintly without making a sound.

Near the restroom wall, Brian focused his Golden Eyes on Raymond’s mouth, reading every movement of his lips.

“I… need to get to the next glass wall… Get out of my way…”

Brian narrowed his eyes. Looking deeper into Raymond’s body, he finally noticed something extraordinary.

Dark energy was flowing through his broken limbs, supporting his shattered bones and forcing his muscles to move. His injuries hadn’t healed at all.

So that’s it! That dark energy is holding his entire body up! Without it, he’d be lying dead on the floor! But what’s controlling it? Is he really possessed?

Jason, unaware of Brian’s discovery, stared at Raymond.

His skin had turned deep red, and thick steam poured from his shoulders. His tongue hung out as his body struggled to release the excess heat.

Just one more round of strikes… That’s all I need to finish this bastard!

He tightened his grip on the iron staff, preparing for another devastating barrage.

Suddenly—

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

A sharp alarm erupted from his wristwatch.

WARNING: CRITICAL OVERHEAT! ORGAN FAILURE IMMINENT!

Jason glanced at the flashing screen, his expression darkening.

Damn it! Bad timing! I was so close to finishing this bastard!

He looked up at Raymond, who was already advancing toward him again.

Steam continued pouring from Jason’s shoulders as he reluctantly lowered his iron staff.

Section 8: The Ice Cream Truck

Jason and Raymond faced each other across the shattered marble, locked in a tense standoff. Neither moved.

Steam rose from Jason’s overheated body as he gripped his staff. Raymond held a steady fighting stance despite his shattered bones and torn muscles.

A cheerful melody drifted in from outside the mall.

It was the familiar jingle of an ice cream truck.

Jason turned toward the sound.

There it is. Right on schedule.

Without warning, he charged toward the mall’s exterior wall and swung his iron staff.

BOOOOM!

The wall exploded, leaving a man-sized hole. Before the dust settled, Jason dashed outside and leaped into the passing ice cream truck.

The rear door slammed shut, and the truck sped away.

Inside, the freezing compartment’s walls and shelves were coated in frost. Two workers waited for him.

“Boss! You’re overheating! Please, have some ice water!”

One worker handed Jason a bottle of ice-cold water while the other began fanning him rapidly with a folded paper fan.

FSSSSSHHHH!

Steam poured from Jason’s burning skin as he sank into a seat. The freezing air slowly cooled him.

One worker examined him with concern.

“Boss, your condition is getting worse. Your pores are shrinking, and you’re barely sweating anymore. Forgive me for asking, but what kind of opponent could possibly push you to this point?”

Jason took a long drink of water before answering.

“His strength was never the problem. I controlled most of the fight. I shattered his bones, tore his muscles apart, and struck him more times than I could count. By the end, he must’ve had over a hundred fractures. Any ordinary man would’ve died long before that, yet he kept fighting as though nothing had happened.”

Jason’s expression grew serious.

“I’ve faced countless dangerous opponents, but never anything like him. His movements were unnatural, his eyes were empty, and he showed no fear of death. It was almost as if something had possessed his body. I honestly couldn’t tell whether I was fighting a man or a demon.”

The two workers exchanged uneasy glances before the second one spoke.

“Boss, if I may ask… Had this battle taken place during the freezing winter, would the outcome have been different?”

Jason answered without hesitation.

“Without a doubt! In the dead of winter, I wouldn’t have to worry about overheating. I could fight at full strength for as long as necessary. I’d keep striking that bastard until there was nothing left of him but a pile of bloody ground meat!”

He took another sip of icy water and leaned back against the frosty wall.

“But it makes little difference now. His body is already beyond saving. Whatever is keeping him moving can’t undo those injuries. Mark my words. By tomorrow morning, he’ll be dead in his bed.”

The two workers nodded respectfully as the ice cream truck continued toward the distant mountains.

Jason’s skin slowly returned to its usual yellowish color as the workers kept cooling him.

Outside, the jingle attracted several excited children.

“HEY! ICE CREAM!”

“WAIT! WE WANT SOME!”

The children chased after the colorful truck, waving money in their hands.

But the truck simply drove away, its cheerful jingle playing as it disappeared down the street.