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

Haruto glanced up, his eyes meeting Ayaka's. She wore the same worried expression he had come to expect.

She never agreed with these fights and hated seeing him hurt, but he had already reassured her—Ren wouldn't even lay a finger on him.

So he smiled, hoping to ease her nerves. Enji and Arataki would protect her if Red Fang decided to retaliate for her betrayal. She was safe.

'Still, she shouldn't be watching this.'

His gaze shifted back to Ren. The guy stood eerily still, his expression blank and unreadable, like a lifeless doll.

But then, without warning, his lips curled into a smirk. Arrogance seeped back into his features, his usual bravado returning as he rolled his shoulders and stretched his arms.

"Since I'm a kind person, I'll give you the first hit," he said with a cocky grin.

Haruto chuckled, shaking his head.

"I always knew you were a coward, Ren. But cheating—and being proud of it?" He spat on the ground. "Don't insult me."

Despite the taunt, Haruto didn't let his emotions dictate his actions. Kikuchi's warning echoed in his mind.

He had to stay sharp and play it smart.

'I don't know what kind of drug he took, but I can guess what it does.'

The possibilities ran through his head.

Increased strength? No exhaustion?

Something like doping? Whatever it was, he knew one thing—he couldn't let himself take a hit.

Across from him, Ren's face twitched, veins bulging at his temple. Unlike Haruto, he was the type to take the bait.

"Fuck you! I'm not cheating, you bastard!" Ren roared, surging forward with a wild punch.

Haruto sidestepped effortlessly, watching, calculating.

'His movements are faster… but still sloppy.'

He smirked.

'Let's see what else this drugged-up puppet can do.'

Ren moved like a beast with no sense of self-preservation.

His attacks were wild, relentless, each punch and kick thrown with reckless abandon.

There was no strategy, no defense—just raw, overwhelming aggression. But the real problem wasn't his lack of technique.

It was that he never stopped.

Haruto dodged a hook, tilting his head just enough for Ren's knuckles to graze his jaw.

Even the glancing blow carried dangerous force, sending a dull vibration through his skull. If that had landed properly, it could've cracked his jaw.

Ren's kicks were worse. The moment Haruto leaned back, Ren twisted his hips and sent a brutal roundhouse toward his ribs.

Haruto barely blocked in time, but even through his guard, the impact sent a sickening ache through his bones.

This wasn't normal.

Ren should've been tiring out. His breath should've been hitching, his muscles burning with exhaustion.

Instead, he was accelerating. His fists slammed toward Haruto's face over and over, faster, harder, like a wind-up toy on overdrive.

Of course, Haruto dodge it all, it wasn't a problem, but it was just that Ren's face—his fucking face—was twisted in a frenzied, manic grin.

"SEE THIS?! SEE THIS?! I'M A FUCKING MONSTER NOW!" he howled, saliva flying from his lips as he drove a knee straight toward Haruto's stomach.

Haruto pivoted just in time, the knee brushing past his ribs, but the force alone made his sideburn.

Ren grinned wider, eyes burning with lunatic fervor. "I DON'T FEEL SHIT!"

His breath hitched as he took a deep inhale, his chest rising as if he were feeding off his own insanity.

"NO MATTER HOW HARD YOU HIT ME, NO MATTER WHAT YOU DO—"

He lunged, swinging.

"I! WILL! NEVER! LOSE!"

Haruto ducked, exhaling sharply. 'He can't feel pain. That's why he's reckless.'

Haruto had seen guys like this before in the movie he once watched.

Drugged-up fighters who thought they were invincible because their bodies couldn't register damage.

They'd break their own hands punching concrete if they got high enough.

But that was their weakness.

They couldn't feel when their bodies were reaching their limit.

Ren let out a hysterical laugh, his teeth red with blood. Not from Haruto—but from himself. He had bitten his own lip mid-fight and hadn't even noticed.

Haruto stepped in, sending a sharp jab to Ren's jaw. A solid hit.

Ren didn't flinch. Then he started laughing. "That's it?"

He tilted his head mockingly. "That was like a girl's slap!"

Haruto exhaled. 'Yeah… should've expected that.'

Ren stretched his arms, throwing them out as if inviting more hits. "Go ahead! Hit me again! C'mon, don't be shy! Gimme everything you got!"

Haruto's lips curled into a smirk.

"Alright. If you insist. Don't blame me for whatever shit happened to you after."

He didn't hesitate. His fist slammed into Ren's stomach, the impact sinking deep into the flesh. He followed up with a brutal cross to the jaw, then a sharp hook to the temple.

Ren didn't flinch. He just kept laughing.

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Over and over, the sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed through the underground ring.

The wet, meaty thwack of fists breaking skin, the dull crunch of bruised ribs meeting unyielding knuckles.

It wasn't as fun as Haruto thought since the man in front of him didn't winch or feel agonizing pain.

He wanted Ren to scream, to beg, to kneel to him to stop punching and kicking him. But the man in front of him was indeed a monster.

Ren barely reacted.

If anything, he looked amused.

"HAHAHAHA! THIS IS FUCKING HILARIOUS! IS THIS ALL YOU CAN DO?!"

He threw his head back, cackling. Blood dripped down his nose, but he didn't even wipe it off.

Haruto said nothing.

He just kept hitting him.

This wasn't just for revenge. It was research.

Each blow was a test, each strike gathering more information.

Ren's body was durable, but not indestructible. The bruises were forming. The bones were rattling. But he was too drugged up to notice.

And more importantly—

Haruto was waiting to see how long it would last.

Ren was still raving.

"I'M FUCKING UNBEATABLE! NO ONE CAN STOP ME! NOT YOU! NOT THAT OLD MAN KIKUCHI! NOT EVEN DAIKI! I'M STRONGER THAN ALL OF YOU NOW! YOU HEAR ME?! I—"

He staggered.

Just slightly.

Haruto caught it immediately.

The wild grin on Ren's face twitched. His breathing hitched. A flicker of something passed through his expression—something he hadn't felt since the fight began.

Discomfort.

Ren's body stiffened. His muscles trembled, his fingers twitching involuntarily. He stepped forward, but his legs ached. His ribs pulsed with a deep, bruising throb.

A strange, creeping sensation crawled up his arms, coiling around his spine.

Then—

A sharp sting spread through his ribs.

His eyes widened.

Haruto smirked."What's wrong?" His voice was calm, almost amused.

"You were just telling me how unbeatable you are."

Ren's breath grew ragged. "N-No… No, no, no, no…" He shook his head violently as if denying reality itself.

"This isn't supposed to happen! I CAN'T FEEL PAIN! I CAN'T—"

Haruto's fist slammed into his cheek. This time, Ren felt it. His head snapped to the side, a sickening crack echoing through the underground ring.

His jaw burned. His teeth rattled. His gums bled.

The pain was real.

Ren's breath came out in ragged gasps. A fresh line of red dripped down his lips. He blinked rapidly, his pupils dilating as his body started reacting again.

'No. No, no, no. This wasn't right. My body was supposed to be numb. The drug— The drug was wearing off.' Ren's mind was in chaos realizing what happened to his body.

Haruto stepped forward, rolling his shoulders. He cracked his knuckles, his smirk widening as he saw the flicker of panic in Ren's eyes.

"Guess your little miracle drug doesn't last forever, huh?"

Ren stumbled back, shaking his head frantically.

"No… No, no, no—"

But his body betrayed him. His ribs ached, his skin stung, his bones creaked with each movement.

The numbness was fading, stripping away the false invincibility like peeling off the armor.

And Haruto was still standing. Still smirking.

"Now," Haruto cracked his neck, rolling his wrists. His eyes gleamed with something dangerous.

"Let's see how strong you really are without it."

Ren's breath hitched. For the first time that night—

He felt fear.