We aren't so different.
[Hyeonwoo Lee’s potential is roaring once again!]
[Hyeonwoo Lee] (One-Man Army)
[195 cm | 90 kg]
[MR+ / MR / SS (Awakened) / A+ / LR+]
Donwoo’s arm rattled like a rusted chain fighting to stay intact. Every fiber screamed, yet his stance refused to buckle. His fingers twitched sporadically—like marionettes severed from the will of their puppeteer. The limb hung stiff, awkward… useless.
"Look at you..." Hyeonwoo muttered, his voice sharp enough to cut granite. He gestured at the devastation behind Donwoo—bodies broken, faces frozen mid-plea, the ground still damp with crimson guilt. "You’ve lost everything."
"They deserved it," Donwoo snarled, his lips twitching in some twisted blend of fury and pride. His eyes… were wide. Not with fear, but with something darker.
Fanaticism.
"They were weak."
Hyeonwoo didn’t flinch.
"That’s what you’ve become? Just a butcher with a god complex?"
Donwoo's breath hitched—just once. Then his lips curled.
"I've become what this world needs."
"And what’s that? A mad dog off its leash?"
"A king," Donwoo hissed, stepping forward with the weight of thunder. "And kings don’t mourn pawns."
But Hyeonwoo’s stance only deepened, rooted like an ancient pillar. His voice, soft yet weighty, slipped through the charged air:
"And what use does a king have… without pawns?"
For a single, suspended moment—just one heartbeat between glory and grit—the battlefield fell silent. No war cries, no roars. Just the eerie hum of potential, cranked to the brim.
Then—
CRACK!
Donwoo smashed his broken arm against the wall beside him—bone grinding against bone, flesh recoiling, pain ignored.
"Hehe..."
His laugh wasn’t amused. It was feral. A snarl dressed up as a chuckle.
The crowd of chaos could barely comprehend what happened next.
He raised both arms—bent now like the jaws of a starving beast—and dropped into a stance primal in nature, yet lethal in design. Not fists. Not feet. But elbows. Honed. Hardened. Hungry.
[Awakening Card - Attack]
[Donwoo Kang Exclusive]
[Wolf's Fangs (4-star)]
[The user gains access to Wolf's Fangs, a martial art forged through one man's trials. Opponents with lower endurance than the user's strength suffer critical damage.]
[*3-star effect: Increased Defensive capabilities, reduces damage received by 7.5%]
[*4-star effect: Increased Attack Speed, barrage attack damage increases by 12.5%]
Donwoo grinned through cracked lips as he bolted forward.
[Wolf's Fangs: Rampaging Dire Wolf]
[Critical Hit!]
[Critical Hit!]
He spun, slashed, and slammed his elbows into the air with vicious precision. Each motion came like a predator’s bite—short, brutal, and too fast to counter. The barrage began—
CRACK!
THWACK!
CRUNCH!
Hyeonwoo’s guard flew up instinctively, but each block trembled under the sheer savagery. Donwoo wasn’t aiming to break through—it was obliteration.
The rhythm of the elbows resembled a beast in a blood trance. Not even a second between strikes.
"Huh..."
Hyeonwoo muttered, wincing as another elbow careened toward his temple.
"So you aren't all bark and no bite."
Hyeonwoo's breath came in rasps, the air in his lungs knocked loose with every elbow that slammed into him like a metronome of mayhem. Donwoo was a monster in motion—his barrage unrelenting, his arms a blur.
But this wasn’t all Donwoo wanted.
This was just foreplay.
With a sudden halt mid-barrage, he twisted his body, channelling the momentum into his core. His knees bent, his back coiled like a spring—and then:
BOOM!
His arm pulled back—shoulder trembling, sinew straining—as pure rage gathered in his knuckles.
[Donwoo Kang has fully charged his fist!]
[Final Hit Incoming!]
[Awakening Card - Attack]
[Donwoo Kang Exclusive]
[His Fist]
[The user gathers all their strength to unleash a powerful blow that deals X5 damage]
[*Canis Lupus Effect: increased to X6]
[Ascension Card - Trigger]
[Donwoo Kang Exclusive]
[One Punch Man]
[The user's punch is devastating, dealing double the damage dealt and paralysing the opponent for 5 seconds]
[*Canis Lupus Effect: 2.5X damage, paralysis duration increased to 8 seconds]
[Donwoo Kang used His Fist!]
[Donwoo Kang used One Punch Man!]
And with a shout that could’ve split mountains—
CRUSH!
The sound that erupted was less punch and more explosion, as though the heavens themselves had slammed a gavel down on the battlefield.
Nothing could've prepared Hyeonwoo for such a beatdown.
The moment that titanic blow landed, his lower ribs crumpled like tinfoil. A shockwave blasted from the point of impact, levelling the surroundings with deafening force. The earth crumbled under his feet. Stone split. Trees toppled.
And Hyeonwoo?
He was launched.
Not flung, not tossed—launched—like a missile fired from hell itself.
His body rag-dolled through the air, travelling nearly a hundred meters before finally slamming into the ground.
He skipped like a stone, bones groaning with every bounce, before crashing into a steel beam and slumping, lifeless, to the earth.
The dust settled.
And there he lay.
A man who had withstood hell and fire, fury and vengeance… finished.
There was nothing else he could do.
Not a breath. Not a whisper.
Just silence, and the soft settling of ash.
Donwoo stood in the crater, steam curling from his fists.
Breathing heavily. Smiling faintly.
“Now that... was a bite.”
Hyeonwoo lay there.
Still.
Silent.
The breath in his chest came shallow, weak—almost questioning whether it should bother at all.
He was finished.
There was nothing else he could do.
No comeback. No card to flip.
Just the gravel biting into his back, and the weight of everything he once was—crushing him harder than Donwoo’s fist ever could.
He was no longer king.
No longer the storm in combat boots.
No longer the tyrant who strolled through bloodied alleyways with godlike indifference.
The boy who once crushed others like ants... now looked up at the sky, realizing he was the one beneath the boot.
Nonchalance.
Ignorance.
Terror.
They had been his gospel.
Fighting... it came like breathing.
Just another scuffle. Just another body.
He fought because he could—because winning was always guaranteed.
Each victory added another brick to the monument of his ego.
Each opponent? Just scaffolding.
But now...
To what end?
The blood he'd spilled—rivers.
The dreams he shattered—countless.
The lives torn asunder in his wake?
Ghosts that whispered in the cracks of silence.
He had used his overwhelming strength like a scythe, mowing through anyone in his path.
And now?
Now he was on the ground.
Slumped.
Cracked.
Defeated.
A wraith of his former self.
He was... pathetic.
Like the weaklings he once sneered at.
Like the cowards who begged for mercy.
He lost.
Utterly. Completely. Undeniably.
And all it took—
was one punch.
Hyeonwoo’s eye flickered open—barely. A slit of sight. A fragment of will.
Through the haze of pain and dust, he saw him.
Donwoo.
Lumbering forward. A juggernaut of rage and madness.
Unstoppable. Unrelenting.
Unsatisfied.
Was this... what it felt like?
To be beneath the monster?
To feel the breath of death on your neck, not as a thrill—but as a promise?
Was he like this too?
To them?
To all the poor souls who’d stared up at him—the arrogant titan who smiled while grinding their dreams into ash?
Was he the wall?
The final boss in someone else's story?
Was he the reason someone cried themselves to sleep—because they'd given everything they had... and it still wasn’t enough?
His breath caught in his throat.
Donwoo’s mouth moved in erratic motions. Gibberish. Muttering. Maniacal.
No logic. No mercy. Just rage given form.
Then—
WHABAM!
The axe came crashing down. But not on Hyeonwoo.
No... someone else.
A crewmate.
A fellow dog in Donwoo’s den.
Slaughtered.
The man didn’t scream. He didn’t have time.
Flesh split like paper.
Bones crunched like brittle branches.
And Donwoo... kept going.
Stomping. Beating.
Reducing the man to a red ruin.
A final kick, a crack that echoed like thunder—
And the body stopped being a body.
It was pulp.
It was artless destruction.
Then—
Roll...
An eyeball dislodged, rolling, spinning...
until it gently stopped... right in front of Hyeonwoo.
Staring back at him.
Wide.
Dark.
Still.
And in that glassy void—
not hate, not anger—
Just pure, primal fear.
Fear of a monster.
And in that moment, Hyeonwoo didn't know who the monster was anymore.
“Slaughtering...” Hyeonwoo mouthed, dazed—haunted.
The word echoed like a blade scraping concrete.
Behind his eyes—
flashbacks.
That place.
That place.
The pit of hell, where his fists weren’t weapons—they were reapers.
He had done this too.
He had ended men.
Dropped them into eternal silence.
And not for justice.
Not for any purpose.
But to survive. To climb. To win.
He was no better than Donwoo.
A monster by another name.
His hands trembled.
Not from weakness.
But from memory.
So why...
Why were his eyes stinging?
Tears?
Rage?
Hatred?
Self-loathing?
He couldn’t name the feeling—
—But it was boiling.
[Hyeonwoo's potential is overflowing once more!]
It was more than emotion. It was pressure.
A dam breaking.
A truth arriving like a tsunami.
He couldn't lose to an overgrown oaf.
[Hyeonwoo's potential is clashing with his limits once more!]
The air shifted.
Something snapped.
That mutt?
That rabid, bloated beast?
He had to be put down.
[Hyeonwoo's potential has broken its limits once more!]
[Hyeonwoo Lee has ascended!]
[Ascension Card - Attack]
[Hyeonwoo Lee Exclusive]
[Avenger]
[Read More]
[Ascension Card -Trigger]
[Hyeonwoo Lee Exclusive]
[Sovereign's Presence]
[Read More]
[Ascension Card -Normal]
[Hyeonwoo Lee Exclusive]
[Übermensch]
[All of the user's abilities are raised to the highest level]
And when Donwoo turned—
The grin he wore curdled.
Hyeonwoo stood.
Bloodied. Bruised.
But upright.
Manic.
Burning.
Alive.
A smirk cut across Donwoo’s face.
YES.
He wanted this.
He needed this.
Like a dog with rabies, he leapt at Hyeonwoo—
[Donwoo Kang is charging up his fist!]
But Hyeonwoo never even raised his guard.
He didn’t have to.
WHABAM!
[Workaround: Guardless Counterpunch + Sovereign's Rise!]
Donwoo’s face crunched.
His nose exploded in a bloom of red.
Blood arced across the air and painted Hyeonwoo’s knuckles crimson.
Hyeonwoo didn’t flinch.
His voice was calm.
Calculated.
Cold.
“Let’s start from the top...”
His eyes gleamed like steel.
"You filthy mutt."
Donwoo stumbled backwards.
His teeth clenched.
His instincts screamed.
This was no longer prey.
This was a predator.
One with purpose.
And the hunt had just begun.
[Hyeonwoo Lee] (One-Man Army)
[195 cm | 90 kg]
[EX / EX / SS (Ascended) / A+ / EX] (Übermensch)
Posted Jun 15, 2025, 2:52 AM UTC