Likewise, Lithoovert adjusts his attacks just as Jiza does.
—CLAAAAAAAAAHMN!
Both fists crash into each other's faces—
KHWAMN—CKHAHMN!
—Both of them pull their fists back at once.
Jiza does not stop.
KHWAMN—
—He fully draws back his fist once more.
SWHAMN!
Lithoovert does the same.
Jiza's second strike comes from the side.
The wind blows.
Lithoovert's second strike comes straight from the front.
The wind intensifies.
Both enter striking range.
"I did not expect your body and face to be this young and vigorous…"
Lithoovert's right fist shoots straight forward.
WHOOM—
Jiza tilts his body.
The punch tears through empty air.
His hips have already rotated first. His feet have not fully planted when the rotation finishes—the force has already gathered within his core. His left fist is unleashed with the synchronized drive of his hips and shoulders.
CKHAAAAAAAAAAAMN!
The impact lands on Jiza's chest.
The shock reverberates deep into his skeletal structure.
Jiza's body is pushed backward.
His jaw hardens. His teeth clench shut. Yet a smile still forms.
In an instant, he retaliates.
CKHAAAM—
His left fist crashes into Lithoovert's right ribs—directly along the lower rib line, near the liver.
The flesh compresses inward. Vibrations spread through the chest cavity.
Lithoovert's breathing falters for a fraction of a second.
THUD—his left foot plants firmly.
He draws back his fist once more—
CTHAAAM—
The punch slams into Jiza's ribs.
A violent impact. Bone resonance becomes unmistakably clear.
Jiza's body shifts only a single step.
His hand moves again.
PKHAAAM—
A straight punch drives into the abdomen.
Deep contact. The abdominal muscles are violently compressed inward. Air bursts out uncontrollably.
Lithoovert grits his teeth.
He advances again.
His steps are short. Fast. Stable.
A right punch.
KHAAAM.
A left punch.
CBHAAAM.
A hook to the stomach.
SHAAAM.
Every strike lands on vital points.
However—
CTTRAAAHM.
Jiza's elbow rises upward from below at a narrow angle, striking the spleen area along the left side of Lithoovert's body.
The impact is deep.
The sudden pressure against the spleen triggers a reflexive contraction—a sharp pain spreads rapidly through the center of his body.
Lithoovert increases the pressure.
His steps accelerate.
The distance closes once more.
A straight punch.
WHAM.
An uppercut.
SHAN.
A hook.
BAM.
The impacts continue relentlessly.
Jiza endures them.
Every strike landing on his vital points only hardens his jaw further.
Yet retaliation always follows—
A short punch to the ribs.
An elbow thrust into the abdomen.
A straight strike into the stomach.
All released with minimal hip rotation—efficient, rapid, and repetitive.
Lithoovert twists his body.
He fully draws back his fist.
SWOOSH—CKHAAM.
The punch crashes into Jiza's jaw.
His head is forced along with the momentum.
He retreats half a step.
However—
CTHAM.
An immediate counter lands in the solar plexus.
Lithoovert's diaphragm compresses.
The sudden contraction cuts off his breathing.
TAP.
He retaliates.
BOOM.
A heavy strike to the chest.
BAM.
The second.
THUD.
The third.
WHAM.
The fourth.
Jiza bends forward, his elbows resting against his thighs.
Yet his feet remain firmly planted.
Unshaken.
Lithoovert advances again.
THUD.
A straight punch.
WHAM.
A hook.
BAM.
An uppercut.
THUD.
A strike from the side—
CRACK.
Jiza's head jerks violently.
The air around them trembles.
However—
THUD.
A counterstrike lands in the stomach.
Internal pressure crashes into the organs once more.
Lithoovert moves to the left.
TAP.
Closing the distance.
A right punch.
WHAM.
Jiza tilts his body. The strike lands against his shoulder.
A left punch.
BAM.
A hook to the stomach.
THUD.
Jiza retreats half a step.
However—
CTHAM.
A strike lands against the left ribs—near the spleen.
Repeated pressure upon the same area deepens the internal damage.
Lithoovert advances once again.
SWOOSH—THAM.
A strike crashes into Jiza's ribs.
CRACK—CTHAM.
A punch slams into his jaw.
Jiza's head shifts sideways.
Yet his body straightens once more.
Lithoovert smashes his foot against the ground.
BOOM.
Cracks spread beneath his footing.
He launches forward again.
A straight punch.
WHAM.
A hook.
BAM.
An uppercut.
THUD.
Jiza now moves more frequently.
His body tilts.
His steps retreat.
Yet every opening—
Is always answered.
A punch to the stomach.
A thrust toward the heart—directly against the sternum, forcing pressure into the chest cavity.
An elbow into the ribs.
Repeated pressure upon the vital organs gradually accumulates.
Lithoovert twists his body.
SWOOSH—KHAM.
The punch crashes into the side of Jiza's head.
The air trembles.
However—
THUD.
Another counterstrike lands against the spleen.
Sharp pain spreads instantly.
Lithoovert continues advancing.
His steps remain short.
Fast.
TAP.
BOOM.
BAM.
THUD.
A relentless barrage of attacks.
Jiza absorbs some of them.
Redirects others.
He retreats one short step.
Lithoovert presses again.
WHAM.
BAM.
CHAM.
A punch crashes into Jiza's ribs.
However—
CTHAM.
A counterstrike lands in the stomach.
The internal pressure once again forces the air from his lungs.
Lithoovert spins.
WHOOSH.
A strike comes from the side.
WHAM.
Jiza tilts his body.
An uppercut—
CHAM.
His head snaps upward.
The attacks continue.
Without end.
WHAM! BAM! THUD! CRACK!
Some are avoided with minimal movement.
Most still crash into Jiza's body.
Yet every impact—
Is always answered with pressure against the organs.
Repeatedly.
Consistently.
Precisely.
Lithoovert begins to sense the change.
His breathing is no longer stable.
Contractions occur without rhythm.
The pressure within his chest cavity intensifies.
Yet there is still no full resistance from Jiza.
No explosive outburst of strength.
Only movement.
Evasion.
And short strikes—
That continue pressuring his internal organs, little by little.
A backward step.
"…In that case, I will make you my experimental subject."