The Unkillable Man

Section 1: The Blah Blah Speech

The moment Jason landed on the marble floor of the shopping mall, Raymond could sense his hostility.

Unlike the gangsters Raymond had fought earlier, this man carried himself with absolute confidence. His expression was calm, and an iron staff rested firmly in his right hand.

His tongue was still sticking out of his mouth.

Raymond immediately charged forward, throwing a powerful punch straight at Jason.

CONCUSSION PUNCH!

A violent vibration surged through his fist.

Jason smoothly glided one meter backward, avoiding the attack. In the same motion, he spun his iron staff around his back and swung it straight toward Raymond’s waist.

WHACK!

Raymond raised his arm to block, but the impact was overwhelming. His entire body was launched backward, crashing directly into an unfortunate bystander.

BAM!

Both men slammed onto the marble floor. The bystander spat out blood and immediately lost consciousness, while Raymond struggled to get back on his feet.

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

“There are powerful forces keeping this world in balance. The police. The criminal underworld. The Kungfu Association. The Humble Organization. The Frugal Organization. And countless lesser factions.”

He continued calmly.

“And I stand among the highest leaders of the criminal underworld. I command hundreds of men, and those men 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 his eyes shifted toward the center of the battlefield, where Michael was still lying unconscious with that filthy sock stuffed inside 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 landed on the marble floor and immediately rushed toward Michael, who was still lying unconscious in the middle of the battlefield.

While Jason continued delivering his grand speech, Brian quickly scooped Michael up in a princess carry and hurried toward the public restroom at the edge of the mall.

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 briefly, wondering what had caused it. But since nothing appeared to be wrong, he simply ignored it.

What Brian didn’t realize was that he had placed Michael on the exact spot where a guy had pooped earlier, right out in the open.

Now Captain Lam was lying flat on top of a fresh pile of human feces, his expensive shirt slowly absorbing the disgusting mess beneath him.

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

The filthy sock was still stuffed deep inside his mouth, releasing an unbearable stench. Thin clouds of foul-smelling fumes seemed to rise from the fabric, as if it were a cursed object leaking deadly 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 looked around for something to clean his face and spotted a crumpled piece of paper lying on the floor beside Michael.

Perfect! Just what I needed.

Without a second thought, he picked it up and began wiping Michael’s mouth, cheeks, and chin, carefully removing the foam.

But as he continued wiping, something seemed terribly wrong.

Instead of getting cleaner, Michael’s face was becoming increasingly filthy. Yellowish stains spread across his cheeks, and a few tiny white worms were now crawling near his mouth.

Brian frowned and examined the paper in his hand. It was covered in thick brown stains and smelled absolutely 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 immediately dropped the paper in disgust.

He leaned forward and checked Michael’s breathing and heartbeat. Fortunately, both were still normal.

Satisfied that Michael was still alive, Brian pulled out his phone and sent an emergency code to the Humble Organization’s medical team, requesting an immediate pickup.

With the rescue arrangements taken care of, Brian turned his attention back toward the battlefield.

By now, Jason had finally finished his long speech, staring coldly at Raymond as he waited for a 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 continued watching from a safe distance, completely unconcerned that Captain Lam was lying unconscious in a pile of human feces, with his face covered in someone else’s feces.

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 floor cracked beneath his fist as violent vibrations spread outward in every direction, shaking the entire battlefield.

Jason tightened his grip on his iron staff. With a firm stance, he raised it high and brought it crashing down with considerable force.

BANG!

A powerful shockwave surged through the marble, colliding head-on with Raymond’s attack. The two forces clashed, canceling out most of the impact.

Jason’s body trembled slightly, and his cheeks wobbled uncontrollably 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 planted his feet firmly, gripped his iron staff with both hands, and raised it high above his head.

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 continued forward, striking three bystanders who had been watching the battle. It shredded their clothes, leaving them completely naked, with bruises and swelling all over their bodies.

The man and two women immediately fled the mall, desperately covering themselves as they ran.

Jason didn’t even bother looking at them.

Raymond quickly got back on his feet and charged again, throwing another CONCUSSION PUNCH!

Jason repeated the same maneuver, gliding one meter backward to dodge the attack before striking Raymond with his iron staff and 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 overwhelming advantage, Jason had barely moved from his original position. Every time Raymond attacked, he simply shifted a short distance, countered with his staff, and remained within the same small area.

Even when Raymond was knocked away and left vulnerable, Jason never pursued him.

Brian narrowed his eyes.

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

He watched Jason closely, studying his stance and the way he carefully controlled every movement.

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 slowly got back on his feet, wiping the blood from his mouth.

Something about Jason’s fighting style was beginning to bother him. Every time he attacked, Jason would simply glide backward, dodge his punch, and strike back with that iron staff.

It was the same damn trick, over and over again.

Raymond clenched his fists.

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

He charged forward again, but this time, his approach was completely different.

Instead of relying on a single powerful Concussion Punch, Raymond unleashed a relentless barrage of punches, striking Jason from multiple angles at incredible speed.

Some were ordinary punches. Others carried the devastating vibrations of his Concussion Punch.

And the worst part?

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

Jason immediately recognized the danger.

His usual one-meter glide was no longer enough to escape Raymond’s rapid attacks. With punches coming from every direction, he was forced to defend himself using his iron staff.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

Jason blocked one strike after another, but Raymond kept pressing forward, giving him no room to counterattack.

Left hook. Right jab. Another Concussion Punch!

Jason twisted his staff to deflect the incoming blows, struggling to maintain his position as Raymond’s relentless assault continued.

Then, an opening appeared.

BAM!

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

Jason recoiled from the impact, leaving his chest exposed for a brief moment.

Raymond seized the opportunity.

Without hesitation, he drove a powerful straight-leg kick directly into Jason’s chest.

CRAAACK!

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

His body shot several meters backward before crashing onto the marble floor. He rolled twice and landed flat on his back, his iron staff still firmly in his grip.

Raymond lowered his leg, breathing heavily as he stared at his fallen opponent.

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 slowly rose from the marble floor, gripping his iron staff tightly.

Raymond gave him no time to recover. He charged forward, unleashing another rapid barrage of ordinary punches mixed with his deadly Concussion Punches.

But this time, Jason changed his approach.

Instead of holding his ground, he stepped backward, ducked beneath Raymond’s next 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.

Jason had been carefully limiting his movements to keep his body temperature under control. But Raymond’s relentless attacks had finally forced him to abandon that strategy.

Raymond’s eyes widened.

What the hell?! So this guy CAN move!

Before he could react, Jason was already attacking from another angle.

WHACK!

Raymond barely managed to block the iron staff before throwing a counterpunch. Jason dodged, spun around, and struck again.

CLANG! BAM! WHACK!

Within seconds, the two fighters were exchanging blows at incredible speed, racing across the entire shopping mall. Their punches and staff strikes left cracks in 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 powerful blow scooped Raymond off his feet, launching him nearly ten meters into the air.

Moments later, he came crashing down.

BOOOOM!

Raymond slammed into the marble floor, shattering the tiles beneath him. The impact fractured his pelvis and several other bones.

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

CRAAACK!

Several ribs fractured under the impact.

Without giving Raymond a chance to recover, Jason swung again, this time striking his left shin.

CRAAACK!

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

Raymond groaned and vomited three thick sprays of blood across the shattered floor before collapsing onto his back.

For a moment, he lay completely still.

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

His forearms were broken. Several ribs were fractured. His pelvis was shattered, and his left shinbone had snapped completely through.

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 genuinely shaken by what he was witnessing.

Raymond simply clenched his fists, completely ignoring his shattered bones.

A violent vibration surged through his right fist.

CONCUSSION PUNCH!

And once again, he charged straight toward Jason.