"You Can't Stop Me," the Black Belt Sneered — Then the Dojo Doors Locked

 Marcus scrambled to his feet, his chest heaving and humiliation burning in his veins. Roaring in anger, he unleashed a flurry of wild, aggressive punches, putting all his massive size and strength into every blow. Kaelen moved like flowing water, effortlessly parrying, redirecting, and evading every single strike. The master wasn't fighting; he was teaching a painful, real-time lesson in physics and momentum. With every missed punch, Marcus stumbled, his balance completely compromised. Kaelen began delivering precise, agonizing strikes to Marcus’s pressure points—a sharp tap behind the knee, a knuckle to the inside of the elbow, a strike to the collarbone. Marcus’s right arm went entirely numb, dropping uselessly to his side. His legs began to tremble uncontrollably.