Netori: I Shall Steal All Of My Enemies' Women For Revenge!

Both men looked at each other with different expressions. One with a mocking expression and the other with a hatred that shimmers in his heart.

Haruto then started with his stance, his fist covered in white cloth while Daiki just smirked at him.

"You ready?"

Daiki asked and without a word he lunged forward, a wild grin flashing across his face as his fist shot out like a bullet aimed at Haruto's jaw.

Haruto barely managed to sidestep, feeling the rush of air as his punch swung past his cheek.

Daiki's strikes came fast and ruthless, each one thrown with vicious intent as if he wanted to break bones rather than simply win the fight.

His eyes gleamed with a sadistic fire, feeding off the violence he sought to unleash.

'As expected, this man isn't here to fight—he's here to torture,' Haruto thought, his mind sharper than ever.

He silently thanked Enji for every punch and kick they'd exchanged in training.

It was those bruises and relentless drills that let him read Daiki's movements now, spotting each telegraphed punch and kick before it came.

Haruto held his ground, allowing Daiki to waste his energy on wild swings.

Every hit and jab forced him back a step, but he kept his stance firm, blocking and weaving, always just one step ahead.

His silence was calm, almost coldly measured, and that only seemed to fuel Daiki's fury.

"Fight back, damn you!" Daiki's snarl was laced with irritation, his fist crashing down towards Haruto's ribs with barely controlled rage.

To Daiki, a fight wasn't just an exchange of blows. He wanted the thrill, the savagery—two opponents unleashing their most primal instincts, battling to the death.

But Haruto's unbroken focus, and his refusal to engage at Daiki's level, only added fuel to the fire, challenging Daiki's need for chaos with his own calculated restraint.

Haruto shifted to the side, catching the blow with his forearm, his teeth clenched against the pain but showing no sign of wavering.

"Why the hell aren't you hitting me?"

Daiki sneered, drawing back only to throw a brutal jab toward Haruto's face.

This time, Haruto ducked, slipping under the blow and steadying himself as Daiki staggered forward, unbalanced by his own momentum.

Haruto's eyes narrowed. "You really think this is all it takes?" he muttered under his breath, barely loud enough for Daiki to hear.

He'd trained himself to wait, to let his opponents burn out, and Daiki's reckless aggression would only make him easy prey soon enough.

"You're going to regret that attitude," Daiki hissed, a crazed light flaring in his eyes as he threw a series of jabs and hooks, each one heavier and sloppier than the last.

His fists collided with Haruto's arms and shoulders, bruising flesh but never hitting anything critical.

Haruto breathed steadily, absorbing each hit with practiced precision, his body moving with a steady rhythm.

Even when in his mind, he wanted to kill Daiki and punch him as he liked. But he knew it would only be the end of both of them.

His mind was sharp, analyzing every angle, timing Daiki's attacks as he started to see the gaps and weaknesses in his technique.

When Daiki's punches began to falter, Haruto finally saw his opening.

'This is for the tears in Haruka's eyes!'

As Daiki reeled back to gather himself, Haruto struck, quick and controlled. His fist collided with Daiki's ribs, knocking the air from his lungs.

Daiki staggered, a mix of pain and surprise flashing across his face.

He didn't need to do a barrage of punches, one punch that was hard as hell was enough for Haruto. But he wasn't satisfied yet, not until Daiku couldn't get up anymore.

Haruto's calm voice cut through the haze of Daiki's fury. "That's the difference between us. You lose control, and I wait."

But that pain quickly morphed into a twisted grin as he steadied himself, a dangerous glint flaring in his eyes.

"Just that?!" he stretched his arms, "Come one punch me more! Kick me more! This isn't enough to make me fall!!!"

In Haruto's eyes, he seemed like a maniac and masochist at the same time and it makes him even more entertained.

"You don't want to? Then I will show you how true fighting is!" Daiki suddenly said, his expression darkened.

Haruto barely had a moment to register the shift before Daiki charged at him, feigning a punch to his side.

Instinctively, he moved to block, but Daiki suddenly shifted, dropping low and sweeping his leg out in a wide arc.

Before Haruto could fully brace himself, Daiki's leg connected with his ankle, breaking his balance.

Haruto's feet slipped from under him, and he hit the hard concrete with a force that knocked the breath from his lungs.

'Shit! I can't fall here!'

He tried to push himself up, but Daiki was quicker. A brutal kick slammed into Haruto's chest, forcing him back down.

"See? This is what real fighting looks like," Daiki mocked, his voice dripping with contempt.

"Look at you now," he sneered, his voice dripping with satisfaction as he stared down at Haruto.

"Where's that calm attitude of yours now?" His fist came down hard, striking Haruto's face with a bone-rattling impact.

The metallic taste of blood flooded Haruto's mouth, but he gritted his teeth, refusing to give Daiki the satisfaction of seeing him falter.

Haruto lifted his hands to shield himself, but Daiki was relentless, shoving them aside with ease.

"I thought you were a fighter, but you're just like everyone else," Daiki scoffed.

Another punch followed, brutal and unrelenting, then another and another, each strike landing with a force that sent shockwaves through Haruto's skull.

Daiki's sadistic smile grew with each punch, savoring every moment, every bruise he painted across Haruto's face.

He leaned in closer, his breath hot and heavy, taunting him with a gleeful malice. "How does it feel to be powerless, huh? Just like back then."

"I thought someone could change drastically when I saw you, but the only thing different is your skin. You are still a loser."

"A man that lets everyone get in their way. Pathetic."