Extraordinary Evolution

The air was thick with tension as Seung faced his own reflection, each of them mirroring the other's movements. They circled one another, muscles coiled and ready to strike. In a blur, they clashed—fists flying, bodies twisting in a violent dance. Seung's knuckles barely grazed his opponent's jaw before the other Lee Seung seemed to vanish into thin air.

A soft voice whispered in his ear, "How slow."

A fist slammed into Seung's stomach, and pain erupted through his body. The world tilted, ground and sky trading places as he tumbled backward. When he finally came to a stop, the metallic taste of blood filled his mouth. Every breath sent sharp, stabbing pains through his ribs.

"Just give up," the other Lee Seung mocked, his tone cold and detached. "I'm your fear brought to life. You can't defeat me because you can't defeat your own fear."