I Was Born With A Bloodline That Ended The World-Chapter 102: give up

Nia moved first, launching forward with a burst of speed that cracked the stone beneath her feet. Her fist aimed straight for Justin’s jaw.

The crowd gasped at the raw power behind her strike, she had already forced other fighters to yield under that same blow.

But Justin didn’t move. His hand came up lazily, and he caught her fist in his palm like it was nothing. Her momentum shuddered to a stop, and for a moment, she looked startled.

Then his other hand flicked out, driving a palm into her shoulder so hard it echoed like a cannon.

Her body snapped sideways, boots skidding across the stone as she crashed to the ground.

She rolled up fast, breathing hard but eyes locked on him. The shock had worn off already. She was still in this, she told herself, still strong enough to stand and fight.

She moved again, this time weaving to the side and sending a hook at his ribs. Her movements were fluid, precise, the product of hundreds of hours of training. Her footwork was perfect.

Justin shifted slightly, just enough to let the punch slide past. His arm moved almost lazily, backhanding her across the face with a force that cracked the air. She stumbled, blood smearing the corner of her mouth.

Rhian, watching from the sidelines, felt a sick twist in his gut. He knew Nia’s strength. He had fought her, felt the force of her strikes. But here, against Justin, it was like her fists were made of paper.

She didn’t back down. She never would. She let out a breath and her shoulders tensed, her muscles flexing as she activated her power. Sparks of golden lightning flickered under her skin, crawling up her arms and around her shoulders.

The crowd roared, the surge of energy lighting up the arena in brief flashes of electric gold.

Nia vanished, reappearing in front of Justin with a crackle of power. Her fist crashed into his gut, the impact thudding like a hammer.

Justin took the blow, his body shifting a fraction. No grunt of pain, no flash of surprise. His hand snapped up, fingers locking around her wrist. He twisted.

Bone and joint ground together. Nia gasped, her teeth bared as she fought to wrench herself free.

Justin didn’t let her go. His other hand came up and smashed into her stomach. Her breath left her in a ragged gasp as she folded over, the pain breaking her focus. The lightning flickered, faltered.

Justin twisted again, using her own momentum to swing her into the stone wall of the arena. She crashed against it with a sharp crack, dust and rock fragments raining down around her.

She staggered forward, face pale but eyes still burning. She tried to bring her power up again, but Justin was already there. He stepped in close, his body calm and controlled.

His palm hit her chest, the force like a piston. She flew backward, skidding across the ground. The crowd gasped in shock, some flinching at the raw violence of it.

Rhian clenched his fists. He could see it, the gap between them. He had known Justin was strong, but this... this was a different level. Nia was strong. But Justin wasn’t even fighting. He was... teaching.

Nia pushed herself up, blood streaking her chin. Her breathing was ragged, and her shoulders trembled.

But her eyes still held that spark. She charged again, her body wreathed in lightning, every step sending arcs of power slamming into the ground.

Justin didn’t move. He watched her come, his expression calm.

She punched. He caught her wrist. She kicked. He swept her leg. Every movement was casual, precise, efficient. He wasn’t just stopping her. He was erasing her attacks, turning her aggression into nothing.

Then he hit her again. His fist slammed into her ribs. She gasped, folding over, and he stepped in, kneeing her in the stomach so hard the wind rushed from her lungs.

She fell to her knees. Justin grabbed her by the back of the neck, pulling her up. His face was close to hers, his eyes calm.

"You’re good," he said softly, almost kindly. "But you’re not enough."

Nia’s breathing was ragged, sweat and blood mixing on her skin.

But as she forced her body to rise, her veins seemed to pulse with lightning, golden arcs crackling across her arms and chest. Her eyes glowed like molten metal, a wild light of fury and determination.

She let out a sharp, broken breath, and then she roared, slamming her forehead forward in a vicious headbutt.

The impact was raw and unexpected, knocking Justin’s head back. He didn’t fly, but he stumbled a step, his expression shifting for the first time in the fight.

Rhian’s breath caught. Nia’s power was burning brighter than he’d ever seen it, every inch of her body wreathed in golden light that cracked the stone beneath her boots.

She didn’t waste the opening. She lunged at Justin, her hands like claws as she tried to grab him.

Her strikes were wild but desperate, each one sending out arcs of gold that lit up the arena like a storm.

But Justin didn’t meet her head-on. He moved, his body blurring as he disappeared in a flicker of purple light.

Nia’s fist smashed into empty air, the shock of missing making her snarl in frustration.

Again and again she attacked, her body a blur of electric power. Justin flickered and vanished, always a step ahead, reappearing just outside her reach, his expression calm and almost pitying.

Rhian’s eyes narrowed. He knew this wouldn’t last. Nia’s power was incredible, but he’d seen how it drained her. The longer she used it, the faster it burned through her body.

Justin let her chase him, his teleporting form always reappearing just behind her, just beyond her grasp.

The crowd was silent, almost holding their breath as they watched her fury meet his cold control. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Nia’s breathing grew harsher, her steps heavier as the lightning began to fade. Each burst of power was smaller, each movement slower.

Justin saw it. He stopped dodging and stepped in, his hand snapping up to catch her wrist as she lunged. She tried to twist away, but he twisted back, driving his knee into her stomach.

She gasped, doubling over. He didn’t let her fall. His hand shot up, grabbing her throat and lifting her off the ground. Her feet kicked, arcs of gold flickering and dying.

"You’re done," he said, his voice quiet, almost bored.

He threw her down, her body hitting the ground with a crack. She tried to rise, but he stepped on her back, pressing her into the stone.

"Give up," he said, his tone as calm as ever.

Nia’s eyes burned with stubborn fury. She tried to rise, her arms trembling as she pushed against the weight on her back. She didn’t have the strength left, but she refused to stop.

Justin pressed down harder, his heel digging into her spine. The pain forced a gasp from her throat, but she didn’t yield. She pushed again, her fingers clawing at the stone as if she could pull herself free.

Rhian’s jaw tightened. He could see the strain in her shoulders, the flicker of her power still trying to rise. She wouldn’t give in. She never did. But Justin wasn’t done.

His hand moved, a blur of motion as he drove his palm into the back of her head, slamming her face into the stone. The crack echoed across the arena.

"Stay down," he said, his voice low, final.

Nia’s breathing was ragged, her body trembling under his foot. But even then, her hands kept clawing at the ground, her eyes still burning with that last shred of defiance.

Rhian clenched his fists, his heart pounding. He knew what he was seeing. Justin wasn’t just winning, he was breaking her, piece by piece, and she was too stubborn to let go.

But her power was gone, her body spent. And as she lay there, pinned and breathless, Rhian saw it in her eyes: she would never say it, but she knew she couldn’t win.

Justin’s foot shifted slightly, pressing down just a bit harder. The crowd was silent, the moment stretched out in breathless tension.

"Yield," he said again, his tone almost patient.

Nia didn’t speak. She just closed her eyes, her breath shuddering out in one last, ragged gasp.

She had nothing left. But even then, she refused to say the words.

Rhian exhaled slowly, his expression hard. He knew what it meant to push that far.

He knew how much it would cost her to admit defeat. And he also knew that, even now, she wouldn’t.