"My baby, why are you still sleeping?"

"Mother... let me sleep a little more."

"If you keep sleeping, then how will my baby conquer the world?" With a gentle and loving hug, the woman wrapped her arms around the child's waist, which made him laugh.

"Hahaha... don't worry, mother. Nothing can stop me from becoming the true king."

Soren's eyes opened slowly, and when they did, he slowly got to his feet. With one finger pressed against his nose, he expelled a splatter of blood.

With a firm crack of his neck, he got ready for the next round.

Yongiri's face broke into an enormous grin, and his eyes sparkled with eager anticipation and excitement.

They moved forward, and in an instant, they were right next to each other.

Their movements became blurry as punches and kicks were exchanged with remarkable speed and precision.

When they hit each other, their blows were so powerful that they made the air crackle.

During their intense fight, Yongiri kept the upper hand by hitting Soren with heavy hits over and over again.

Each blow hit with a loud sound that shook Soren to his core. Despite his best efforts to defend and counter, Soren found himself overwhelmed by the sheer force and precision of Yongiri's attacks.

His body absorbed the punishment, with the weight of each blow taking its toll.

Yongiri's powerful blow sent Soren flying through the air with an overwhelming force. His body collided with the dungeon wall, creating a resounding crash that reverberated throughout the chamber.

The force of the impact was so strong that the strong walls of the dungeon cracked under the strain.

"Oye, don't tell me that's it," Yongiri asked with a displeased expression.

Soren gathered his strength and wriggled out of the crack in the wall.

His body ached from the impact, his jaw dislocated, and his shoulder was out of place. Yet a resolute spirit pushed him forward, refusing to succumb to the pain.

He reached up and carefully moved his jaw back into place, wincing in pain.

With grim determination, he shifted his shoulder back into its rightful position, feeling the joints click back into place.

Adjusting his stance, Soren steadily advanced towards Yongiri once again.

"Young Master, that is enough, please..."

"Stay out of it, Sasha. I am going to win," Soren replied.

"Yes, that's it. Ahahaha... That's what I wanted to see... Your "Confidence".

"It's only the start of the battle, Yongiri. I will make sure you finish this one and don't run away with your tail between the legs."

Yongiri's brows twitched, and his playfully expressive expression suddenly changed.

"It seems I need to beat you with some sense before killing. I hope your mother won't mind it."

"Yes, she will not. Because you left her and ran like a coward, you trash...

Soren rushed forward with an unbreakable will, his eyes burning with a new level of ferocity. He no longer had his usual laid-back and uninteresting attitude; instead, he now exuded a fierce resolve from every pore of his being.

Yongiri lunged forward, and his hand flew at Soren's face with incredible speed. But Soren, displaying lightning-quick reflexes, gracefully dodged the incoming blow, his body instinctively leaning back to avoid the impact.

Seizing the opportunity, Soren swiftly retaliated, his own fist propelling forward like a coiled spring, finding its mark square in Yongiri's gut.

The force behind the punch resonated through his arm, transferring a powerful shockwave of impact into his opponent's abdomen.

With his powerful left hand, he unleashed a devastating uppercut toward Yongiri's chin.

Yongiri's head snapped back as the impact sent shock waves through his body.

In a swift and fluid motion, Soren's body gracefully lowered as he executed a precise leg sweep.

Yongiri fell to the ground with a loud thud, his body briefly defeated by the unexpected move. historical

But Yongiri quickly performed a flip and stood up.

Soren soared through the air, executing a mesmerizing mid-air spin, his leg extended in a powerful kick.

But Yongiri's quick reactions let him grab Soren's leg as he was flying, stopping his attack.

With an impressive feat of force, Yongiri spun Soren around like a puppet on a string, relentlessly pummeling him against the unforgiving ground.

The impact reverberated through the dungeon as Yongiri released his grip, sending Soren tumbling through the air before crashing onto the floor, the momentum carrying him away from his adversary.

Soren quickly got to his feet, and with a look of resolve on his face, he pushed himself forward. In an instant, he was right next to Yongiri.

With lightning reflexes, they engaged in a fierce exchange, their movements a blur of calculated strikes and evasive maneuvers.

Punches were thrown and dodged with lightning speed, each combatant displaying uncanny agility and skill.

As they fought, their bodies weaved and twisted in time with the beat of the fight. They used their fists and feet in a nonstop dance.

In a daring display of acrobatics, Soren launched another spinning kick, his body soaring through the air with grace and precision.

Yongiri, anticipating the blow, quickly arched his back and barely avoided it.

Soren changed his flight path in mid-air, twisting his body in a split-second choice. With lightning speed, he redirected his momentum and directed a powerful elbow toward Yongiri's chest.

But Yongiri's reflexes were very sharp, and he quickly grabbed Soren's arm and used the force of his spin to his advantage. Yongiri spun Soren through the air in one smooth move, releasing a powerful force that sent Soren hurtling toward the ground.

Soren was lying on the ground when Yongiri's fist flew through the air and straight for his face. But Soren's instincts and agility came to his aid once again.

He rolled to the side in a split second, just in time to avoid the hard blow.

The force behind Yongiri's punch crashed into the ground, causing it to shudder and crack beneath their struggle.

Soren quickly stood up once again.

Both were breathing heavily as they stared at each other, ready to go all out once again.