Reality Quest: Lookism

Reached 2000 stones!! Here's the bonus chapter.

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Btw: In the last yapping session i asked about the novels ideas to see something, and I've realized that no one has mentioned DC nor Marvel, is it because there are too many?

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The chain lashed out, forcing Hyo-seop to retreat again. Mr. Lee didn't waste a moment, his movements precise as he stepped forward, the chain snapping toward Hyo-seop's legs. The younger Mad Brother leaped back with agility, his wild grin never fading.

"You're not bad for an old man." Hyo-seop taunted, rolling his neck as though warming up. "But let's see how long you can keep up."

Without warning, Hyo-seop lunged forward, his hands striking like claws. Mr. Lee deflected one swipe with the chain, but Hyo-seop twisted mid-attack, his other hand slashing upward toward Mr. Lee's face. He barely managed to lean back, feeling the air shift from the close miss.

Hyo-seop laughed, his movements erratic as he darted in and out, his strikes quick and unpredictable. Mr. Lee's chain lashed out in response, but Hyo-seop's agility allowed him to evade most of the attacks, his grin widening with every close call.

"Is that all you've got?" Hyo-seop sneered, crouching low before springing forward.

Mr. Lee anticipated the move, sidestepping and swinging the chain in a wide arc. It connected with Hyo-seop's shoulder, the impact sending a satisfying crack through the room. The younger Mad Brother stumbled back, his expression briefly twisting in pain before his grin returned, wilder than before.

"You actually hit me." Hyo-seop muttered, almost in disbelief. Then his smile widened. "This is going to be fun."

Before Mr. Lee could respond, a sharp gust of wind from his left made his instincts flare. He turned just in time to see a figure barreling toward him, a clenched fist aimed at his ribs.

The older Mad Brother, Oh Tae-seop, had entered the fray.

Mr. Lee raised his arm to block, but Tae-seop's sheer strength sent him skidding back several feet, his feet scraping against the wooden floor. The chain loosened slightly in his grip as he steadied himself, his sharp eyes locking onto the new opponent.

"Two of you now?" Mr. Lee asked, his voice calm but edged with irritation.

Tae-seop cracked his knuckles, his frame slightly bigger than his brother. "Now we're two, how will you fare?" he said, his tone flat but menacing.

Hyo-seop chimed in, his voice mocking. "At least you will have a nice place to die."

The two brothers stood side by side, their synergy palpable. Tae-seop stepped forward first, his movements slower but deliberate, while Hyo-seop circled around, his eyes glinting with mischief.

The first clash came fast. Tae-seop lunged forward, his fists striking with brutal precision. Mr. Lee deflected one blow with the chain, but the force reverberated through his arm. Hyo-seop seized the moment, darting in from the side to land a sharp kick to Mr. Lee's ribs.

Mr. Lee stumbled, his chain snapping toward Hyo-seop, but Tae-seop was already moving, a powerful haymaker crashing toward Mr. Lee's blind spot. He ducked, the fist grazing his hair as he retaliated with a sharp kick to Tae-seop's knee. The older brother grunted but barely flinched, his knee absorbing the blow.

"Tch." Tae-seop muttered, his expression unchanging as he stepped forward again.

While Tae-seop pressed forward with heavy, crushing strikes, Hyo-seop darted around like a viper, his attacks sharp and relentless.

A jab from Tae-seop forced Mr. Lee to block with both arms, leaving his side exposed. Hyo-seop capitalized instantly, landing a swift kick to the back of Mr. Lee's knee, causing him to stagger.

"Getting tired, old man?" Hyo-seop teased, his voice dripping with mockery.

Mr. Lee ignored him, his eyes darting between the two brothers. 'Their synergy was undeniable, years of fighting together evident in their seamless transitions. While one attacks, the other positions himself to exploit my openings.'

The living room became a blur of movement, the sound of fists, kicks, and the clinking of chains filling the air. Mr. Lee's age began to show as his breathing grew heavier, his movements slightly slower.

Tae-seop's punch came down like a hammer, aimed directly at Mr. Lee's chest. He twisted his body, narrowly avoiding the blow, but Hyo-seop was already there, a kick aimed at his ribs.

This time, Mr. Lee caught the kick with one hand, his chain snapping toward Tae-seop to force him back. Hyo-seop twisted his leg free, his expression turning serious for the first time.

"You're tougher than I thought." Hyo-seop admitted, his grin faltering slightly.

Tae-seop rolled his shoulders, his calm demeanor unshaken. "But not tough enough."

The brothers moved in unison, their attacks relentless as they pushed Mr. Lee back toward the wall. He deflected, countered, and evaded as best he could, but the strain was evident.

Finally, Tae-seop's heavy fist connected with his shoulder, sending him crashing into the wall. The impact knocked a picture frame to the floor, the glass shattering.

Hyo-seop laughed, his voice echoing through the room. "What's wrong? Losing your edge?"

Mr. Lee pushed himself off the wall, his chain still gripped tightly in his hand. His gaze was unwavering as he met their mocking expressions.

"Edge?" he muttered, rolling his shoulder. "I haven't even started."

The brothers paused for a moment, their eyes narrowing. Mr. Lee straightened his posture, his presence heavy despite the odds.

"Come on then." he said, his voice steady. "Let's see if you've got the guts to finish this."

The Mad Brothers exchanged a glance before charging in again, their attacks even more ferocious, but alas, Mr. Lee was too old and fatigued to keep up and he found locked by them.

The moment Mr. Lee felt his arms gripped tightly by the Mad Brothers with their feet on his back, he knew the situation had reached its peak. Tae-seop smirked as he applied pressure, and Hyo-seop's wild grin widened with anticipation.

"Shall we take both his arms now?" Tae-seop sneered, his grip tightening.

"Let's make it quick." Hyo-seop added, his excitement bubbling over.

Suddenly, a blur darted into the scene. Before Hyo-seop could react, his arm was seized, and in one fluid motion, his feet were swept from under him.

"Academy Style: Foot Sweep Judo."

The next instant, Hyo-seop's head slammed into the ground with a sickening thud. His eyes rolled back as he lost consciousness instantly, his body lying limp on the floor.

"What the-" Tae-seop's reaction was cut short as the intruder rushed at him. The newcomer's precise movements flowed seamlessly, using sharp, efficient strikes to overwhelm Tae-seop.

"Academy Style: Karate."

The rapid barrage of blows struck Tae-seop's torso and arms with relentless precision, leaving no time for a counterattack. A final strike to the side of his head sent him stumbling before collapsing beside his brother.

Mr. Lee fell to his knees, his arms aching from the earlier pressure. He looked up, blinking through the haze of pain. Standing before him was a young man, his young features calm but timid, despite the chaos.

"Who... are you?" Mr. Lee rasped.

The young man bent down, carefully helping Mr. Lee sit against the wall. "I'm Jihan Yu." he said politely. His movements were methodical as he inspected Mr. Lee's injuries.

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