Chapter 27 - the deadly finishing blow
Viktor burst into laughter, tossed his weapon aside, and stepped out to fight. He was confident in his massive physique and brutal combat skills. He swung a crushing punch straight at my face, intending to take me down instantly.
But he severely underestimated a girl who used to deliver goods in rainstorms. I dodged the strike with the speed of lightning, using the momentum to deliver a thunderous kick to his ribs. A cracking sound echoed; Viktor staggered back, clutching his side.
Giving him no time to breathe, I charged in like a tornado. Fatal Krav Maga strikes were continuously unleashed: elbows, knees, joint locks. Viktor was completely overwhelmed by the frenzy and extreme precision of a fire of hatred that had smoldered for ten years.
He roared, intending to draw the dagger hidden in his boot, but I was a beat faster. With a perfect spinning move, I kicked the knife away, simultaneously delivering a devastating knife-hand strike to the back of his neck. Viktor collapsed to the floor, completely unconscious.
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I stood panting over the body of my enemy, my chest heaving fiercely. The ten-year vendetta had truly been washed clean with blood and tears.
👉 read part 28 to see the collapse of the underground empire.
