Recipe For Chaos

Kai's vision blurred, the edges darkening as consciousness slipped away. The last thing he heard was Liang's voice, cold and victorious.

"And remember, Kai. Strength is everything, and the top of the world is reserved only for those who possess an 'Overwhelming' amount of it."

"Let this be the last time you try a stunt like this."

"Else those limbs of yours will be replaced with robotic prosthetics."

Liang finally turned around and left his brother on the ground defeated.

Kai lay on the ground, bruised and defeated, the weight of his failure heavy on his chest. The whispers of the onlookers filled his ears, each word a dagger to his pride.

"Did you see that? He didn't stand a chance."

"Liang was toying with him the whole time."

"Kai's always been too weak. He should have known better."

All he could think about was his own weakness, his inability to protect Yanzi, and the humiliating defeat at the hands of his brother.