Gangsters:Rise To The Top

Mri stood frozen, staring at his own reflection, a perfect mirror of himself—except for the eyes.

His clone's eyes burned with darkness, an abyss of endless power.

> "What's wrong?" the clone smirked. "Afraid of yourself?"

Without warning, the clone vanished—only to reappear behind Mri, a fist coated in dark aura smashing into his back.

BOOM!

Mri crashed into the arena floor, sending cracks across the stone.

He barely had time to move before his clone appeared above him, a knee aimed for his chest.

Mri rolled to the side, dodging just in time.

> "Tch." He wiped the blood from his lip. "Fast."

The clone didn't give him time to think.

He attacked again.

A Battle of Equals

Fist met fist. Aura clashed against aura. Every movement was matched—every strike countered.

Mri threw a lightning-fast punch.

Blocked.

His clone spun, landing a sharp kick to Mri's ribs.

Mri slid back.

> "He's just as fast as me…" he thought. "No. He is me."

The clone smirked. "You realize it now, don't you?"

> "I know all your moves."

> "I am your strongest opponent."

Mri clenched his fists. "Then I just have to be stronger."

His golden aura ignited, the air around him shaking with energy.

But the clone only laughed—before releasing an aura just as powerful.

A dark version of Mri's energy.

> "Let's see who the real Mri is."

They charged at each other.

Breaking the Limit

The battle reached a new level. Their movements blurred, too fast for the eye to follow.

Each hit sent shockwaves through the arena. The very air cracked from their aura.

But Mri knew—this wasn't a fight he could win with just strength.

> He had to be more than himself.

The clone aimed a final devastating punch, black energy swirling around his fist.

Mri closed his eyes for a brief moment—then opened them.

His aura changed.

A brighter gold.

A new power awakened.

As the clone's punch rushed toward him, Mri moved faster than ever before.

> He didn't block. He didn't counter.

> He went beyond.

Mri phased through the attack—appearing behind his clone.

One hit.

A single punch to the chest—but it carried all of Mri's strength.

BOOM!

The clone exploded into light.

Mri stood alone.

Panting. Victorious.

The Trial Ends

The arena faded.

He was back in the real world.

But something inside him had changed.

> "I defeated myself."

"Now, I can become even stronger."

The next trial was waiting.