Chapter 22: Angel vs KIng

Chapter 22: Red Blur and the Fallen King

Nick Kim, a whirlwind of crimson hair and engine roar, tore through the streets of Chuncheon. The cityscape blurred around him as he pushed his motorcycle to its limits, the destination etched on his face – the King's Palace.

He screeched to a halt in the grand courtyard, the dust settling around him as he surveyed his surroundings. Guards, at least a thousand strong, stood ready, their eyes narrowed at the brazen intruder. These weren't your average guards; their movements betrayed years of honed martial arts skills.

Nick, unfazed, simply rolled his neck and popped a lollipop into his mouth. With a nonchalant flick of his hand, he launched into action. A blur of red and black, he danced through the guards, disarming them with effortless grace. Punches and kicks were met with lightning-fast counters, all delivered with one hand casually tucked in his pocket.

A hush fell over the courtyard as the last guard crumpled to the ground. The palace doors creaked open, revealing a figure that seemed to fill the entire doorway – Dong Seong, the King of Chuncheon. He was a mountain of a man, muscles rippling beneath his silk robes, and his eyes burned with an intensity that could melt steel.

"You have come a long way for a foolish errand," Dong Seong rumbled, his voice echoing in the vast chamber. "Join me, and your skills will be rewarded."

Nick smirked, his blue eyes glinting with a playful challenge. "I'm not here to join anyone, King Seong. I'm here to claim Chuncheon for E Industries."

Dong Seong's face hardened. "Then die," he roared, launching himself forward with surprising speed for his size. His fist, the size of a melon, whistled through the air, aimed at Nick's head.

Nick, however, seemed to exist outside the realm of normal human reflexes. He sidestepped the blow with unbelievable agility, his hand still casually in his pocket. He moved around Dong Seong like a phantom, dodging every punch and kick with ease.

"Is that all you got, King?" Nick taunted, his voice laced with amusement. "I've faced bigger swings on a playground."

Suddenly, Nick switched gears. His movements, previously flowing and evasive, sharpened into a flurry of kicks and punches. He unleashed a deadly combination of Taekwondo and Capoeira, his strikes lightning-fast and aimed at Dong Seong's blind spots.

Dong Seong, overwhelmed by the sheer speed and precision of the attacks, could only defend himself instinctively. He grunted in pain as Nick's strikes landed, his imposing frame slowly weakening.

Just as Nick prepared to deliver the final blow, he stopped, his playful demeanor fading for a moment. "Where's the Sprite, King?" he asked, his voice unexpectedly serious. "The one who punches holes in mountains?"

Dong Seong, his face contorted in rage and disbelief, lunged forward. This time, Nick didn't dodge. He met the punch head-on, not with his own fist, but with a perfectly executed stomp kick to Dong Seong's head. The King crumpled to the ground, unmoving.

Nick stood there for a moment, the silence broken only by the rasp of his breathing. He holstered his lollipop and looked around at the stunned courtiers. "Chuncheon now belongs to E Industries," he declared, his voice flat and emotionless.

The red blur of his motorcycle faded into the distance as the sun dipped below the horizon, leaving behind a city in shock and a King in the dust.

Chapter 22: End