MVR Round 2 P3

R7

2 years ago.

"Wing Chun, Shun Zhang."

"Wing Chun, Wen Zhang."

We entered our respective stances, our hands inches from each other, our eyes hyper focused.

I can do this.

I stepped in, pushing Wen's hand out of the way and went for a feint, but Wen had already predicted this and deflected my other hand before it could even land. Wen closed the distance and brought his hands up, shoving me back and unloading his Chain Punch, catching me on the chest and the side of my face as I instinctively stepped back.

His legs are open.

I launched a leg kick, but Wen was faster, deflecting my kick with the inside of his foot and kicked me in the side with the same leg.

I stumbled back and brought my hands up in my form again, stabilizing my balance.

Wen smiled as he brought his hands back up, assuming his stance.

"Are you really going to lose to the little brother, Shun?"

"What did you just say?!" I snapped, as I charged, launching a strike to his face, then his midsection, but both attacks were dodged. I launched another strike at Wen's side, but Wen managed to catch this one, and began snaking up my arm elegantly.

"Shit!" I yelped, as I tried to defend myself, but Wen had already grappled on to me.

"Augh!" I shouted, as Wen struck me in the side of my head, then my ribcage, then used my arm and threw me onto the ground, unloading another Chain Punch against the side of my face.

"I win." Wen said, as he cleanly got off me, brushing his clothes.

I stared at the ground.

"You-"

"Sorry, Shun. But I guess I get the savings. Have fun dealing with our psycho father."

I watched as Wen walked away. He had already taken my job from me. He had taken our savings too.

I had no money, no prospects.

I looked back at our run down house. Dad was yelling at Mom again, threatening to divorce and kill our pets to survive.

"Wen, please. Take me with you. Take me-"

"Sorry, Shun. But it's every brother for themselves. That's what it means to be human. That's what Dad drilled into our heads since the day we were born. You were just too soft to admit it. I'm not gonna waste another opportunity to escape from Dad and this family."

"And Ming? Yun? You're gonna leave our cats behind too?!"

A tear ran down Wen's cheek as he kept a stoic expression.

"That's just how harsh this world is. I'm leaving this family and all the shackles behind. Even if it means destroying the elder brother to do it. I can't live with Dad anymore. I can't live with the guilt. I'm leaving it all behind."

"What if it doesn't work out. You're gonna be all on your own. I'm not gonna be there with you anymore!"

"Maybe. But unlike you, I am a full Shaolin Warrior Monk. I have what it takes to be a Kung Fu Master and open my own school. With this money, I can. I have a whole future laid out for me once I become older and my skill becomes greater. You spent your days in the Temple procrastinating and skipping classes. All you had was a half assed background in the staff as a Shaolin Disciple. The only style you still remember is Wing Chun. And I still beat you with that style despite not even practicing it for years."

Wen called the coach as he stepped inside. I ran up to it, banging on the glass.

"Wen! WEN!"

Wen put his hand on the glass, right before mine.

"But don't get me wrong, Shun. I'm going to miss you. But as what Dad always said."

The driver began to start the cab as Wen drove away, leaving me with our crazy family.

"Mo ban fat. Shun. No choice."

After Wen had left, I dealt with Dad for another year. That's right. My father was abusive and psychotic. I found myself having to resist the urge to strike him, because if I did, I would end up doing something I would regret. I would spend the long days and long nights putting up with Dad's outbursts. Resisting the urge of violence as he threatened to throw away Ming and Yun. Mom defending him, telling me that Dad didn't mean the things he said.

Wen and I always had each other.

For the longest time.

Until that day Wen had left with all the savings and the job offer. Wen and I were disciples in the Shaolin Temple since the age of eight. But despite being brothers, we had very different fortunes.

Wen was a skilled prodigy. Every kung fu style he learned, he perfected.

When Wen and I were in the temple, we picked up Wing Chun to try to impress the monks and get their attention. So we could learn from them.

Wen demonstrated his aptitude in Wing Chun, and his impressive speed amazed everyone in the temple. The monks said that Wen possessed the spirit of a true master. And many of our fellow Disciples said the same thing. Wen was acknowledged, and learned from many of the monks, his skill only ever kept increasing. He mastered the staff, bare hand. The dao. The spear.

Me on the other hand, I guess I just wasn't cut out for kung fu. Because no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't remember the forms. No matter how much I practiced, I kept forgetting. I was slow, and inflexible. I was clumsy.

But the one thing that I seemed to have going for me, was for some strange reason, I was built very differently from Wen. While Wen had an athletic build, my body grew muscles at a rapid pace. And with these muscles, the power of my strikes were far superior to the Disciples. I was able launch an entire training dummy across the room with a single punch. I was able to break concrete blocks with my bare hands. A single side kick was able to uproot trees.

My sheer strength was what allowed me to keep up with the others in the Temple. But it wasn't enough to appease the monks and get them to notice me.

Because kung fu wasn't just about pure power. And pure strength.

You needed to be precise. And you needed to have technique.

And technique was the one important thing that I didn't have.

At some point, Wen and I returned home from the temple. Wen had become a Warrior Monk, and I... well...

I was still a Disciple. In fact, it was so bad, that I was with the foreigners in China, because my skill was considered at their level. The Shaolin Disciples had given me a nickname.

"Gwai Jai Shun."

White Boy Shun.

Because I was always with the foreigners. Since day one. And even after all those years.

A few months later, Dad and Mom moved to my birthplace. Nara. We were staying, renting out a busted ass basement. We all had to sleep in one room. The bathroom was busted, and we ended up having to dig a huge hole out in the woods to piss or shit whenever we needed to go. And it always had to be done in secret.

Because like what Dad had always said.

Mo ban fat.

No choice.

"Damn it all." I muttered, as I kicked at the rocks along the pathway. It was night time.

"Shui jai! Go ahead and leave! I never wanted you for a son!" Dad shouted at me when I told Mom that I was going out for a walk.

"That old bastard." I growled to myself, as a couple of citizens yelped and backed away from me. I walked into the forest, as I stared at a nearby boulder.

I imagined the boulder had my Dad's face on it. I made a fist with one hand and wrapped it with my other, lifting it into the air and facing the boulder.

"Shaolin Wushu. Shun Zhang."

The boulder didn't respond. Thankfully.

My eyes widened as my vision turned red. I yelled a battlecry as I stomped forward, launching an open handed strike at the rock face. The boulder crushed from the sheer force of my strike. Cracks forming as I yelled, launching another strike. And another. And another. I wanted to destroy that face. I wanted to bust it open. I wanted to destroy him.

I spun around and fired off a back kick as the boulder exploded from the force, hurtling into the darkness as I yelled.

The face was gone from the boulder, but it was still there. On the ground.

"Piece of SHIT! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!" I screamed as I went low, punching the ground. Over and over again. My chain punch, bashing the ground. Dirt flying as I began to dig deeper and deeper.

"RRRRAAAAAGH!" I roared.

Kung Fu.

Was about precision. Controlling your breathing.

It was about learning to harness your emotions.

But right now, I was letting it all loose.

Suddenly, I stopped. Something was here. I felt it.

"What-"

Quiet. Boy. Your body is now mine. A voice said as I felt something evil swarm me. A red energy.

"Who are you-"

There is no need. You will cease to exist. Your body is truly amazing. Your strength is incredible. Your rage is immense. Your mental instability. Everything about you is perfect.

"Perfect? For what?" I stammered, as sweat poured down my face.

The yokai chuckled.

FOR POSSESSION.

R7

"Hiiro, just confirming, the duelling event's at 8 tonight, right?"

Yes, Shun-sama.

I stepped into the festival, cloak around me covering my face as I went to check out the main event. Several martial arts masters, sifu's, were seating in a large stadium together, their disciples standing by their side.

We only need to take down three masters to win Boss Lok's approval.

I stepped into the crowd, as I watched the masters face off. There were a ton of styles being introduced, as I watched the masters trade blows, the crowds going crazy.

"Waa! Master Guan's Southern Dragon Style is incredible! The best of defence and offence."

"Master Yin's Style is the best, in my opinion."

I watched as the masters continue duelling.

Boss Lok sent me to this festival to challenge the kung fu masters who were in the Chinese Benevolence Circle. The point was to show everybody here who was in charge, which gang was the strongest. To add onto its reputation, as one of Lok's fighters.

"Zhang. You will fight the masters. Severely injure at least three."

The gang members shuffled uneasily.

"Three? One after another?" One said.

"One master is hard enough."

Lok put his huge hand on my shoulder.

"I do not doubt the fighters I have chosen. Shun Zhang. Use the darkness in you. This is your calling. You are the Red Circle's Beast. Show them your power. Show them true fear."

My hand made a fist as I watched the duels continue. Guan Sifu had attracted the most people in the crowd with her style. Other masters were also attracting new prospects, but Guan was by far the best.

Shun-sama. We should make our move soon. If we fight the masters too late, they will say it was because they were worn out.

"You're absolutely right." I said, as I stepped onto the podium.

"Hey! What are you doing?!" One of the crowd members grabbed me from behind.

I turned to the guy and in one swift motion, shifted my body, sending him flying back into the crowd.

I went back to the stage and climbed onto the podium, facing the masters as they stared at me.

"Who is this?" One of the masters said.

"A ruffian?"

I regarded everybody in the circle. They were masters with styles that were different and unique in their own way. But I knew for a fact that none of them stood a chance against Hiiro.

Because while these guys were kung fu masters in their own right, Hiiro Hataka was in a class all on his own.

And I had the skill of Hiiro and his powers in the palm of my hand.

"Hey! You shouldn't be up here!" One of the disciples pointed at me, leaving the side of his master and went up to me face to face.

"Are you here to fight?" I asked, dangerously.

"Only masters are allowed on this stage. And their disciples."

I clasped one hand into a fist and wrapped it with my other hand, bringing it up.

"Then I qualify." I said, as the disciple slowly backed up, assuming his stance as we faced off in the centre of the podium.

"Sum! Return to my side!" The master said, but Sum glared at me.

"This man is disrespecting the way of the Dragon Festival. I will do you a service and finish this fool on your behalf!"

I smiled sinisterly as the student clasped his hand and fist, bringing it up.

"Xing yi quan, Sum Yi Pak."

"Hung Gar, Shun Zhang."

Sum shouted, as he charged, but Hiiro's reflexes went straight for the kill, showing me an instant opening as I went low, with blinding speed and launched a strike to his side.

Sum stumbled back, trying to regain his stance and swung viciously.

Amateur and trivial moves, Shun-sama. Shall I finish him?

I leapt back, landing on my hands as I flipped back forward, launching a flying kick that caught Sum in the chest and sent him flying into the direction of his master, out cold.

The master got up and walked up to me, entering his form.

He didn't even say a single thing. I guess he was all for throwing hands.

"Xing Yi Quan, Yu Han."

"Hung Gar, Shun Zhang."

The master held up his hands and inched toward me.

My eyes widened as I explosively rushed forward, bombarding Han with heavy strikes from the get go.

Han blocked and weaved, attempting to use my weight against me, but the very nature of Hung Gar was to specialize in low stances. He could try to shift my weight all I wanted, but my centre of gravity was so low, there was practically no way he could bring me down.

I spun and unleashed a leg sweep that Han dodged by leaping into the air.

I brought my foot into position.

"N- No. Impossible. How are you able to move so fast..." Han muttered as I spun around with blinding speed, my foot landing him square in the chest as Master Han flew across the stage, crashing into his disciples.

I got to my feet as chatter rippled throughout the crowd.

"What is his style?"

"Is that Hung Gar? How is he able to move so fast?"

The masters glared at me, as another stepped onto the stage.

"Your style is reckless. You rely on offense and neglect your defence. This ends."

I brought my foot back, and held out my hand, three fingers closed, index finger and thumb out.

"Hung Gar. Shun Zhang."

The master brought her hands up.

"Twin Blossom Palm, Ching Lin."

I shot forward with explosive speed as I launched a side kick at Master Lin, who leapt forward and spiralled into the air, trying to get close, but I brought my foot back, and launched another kick with the same foot. Lin's eyes widened as she instinctively tried to block my kick, but the sheer force pushed her back.

Lin entered another form, and went low.

"You fight without honour. Zhang."

"I don't need honour, Master Lin. I fight because I need to survive. That's what martial arts is for. It's to fight."

I slowly reached at the folds of my cloak and threw it to the ground, revealing my black tank top and the tattoo of my gang on the right side of my back.

Lin's face was shocked.

"Red Circle. Why are you with that bastard Lok!"

I brought my foot back, assuming the Tiger Claw Stance.

"Hiiro. We're finishing this. You ready?"

Yes, Shun-sama. They will know my power. Through you. Show them the Hung Gar that only Grandmaster Hiiro Hataka can achieve.

I blasted forward, as I sent a volley of strikes at Lin, who moved her hands in a fluid motion, blocking them.

"Such ferocity." She muttered, as Lin grappled her arms with mine, trying to get me in a stranglehold. But I pushed her back, as Master Lin flew backwards.

I bent down, as I concentrated. Lin brought her hands up, but suddenly, she collapsed.

"Wha-"

I stood above her, regarding the Master who had just been hit by one of Hung Gar's most famous moves.

Lin stared at me.

"No. That is impossible. That move shouldn't exist."

"Cool. I guess you want me to do it again."

I flinched, as Lin was sent flying back again with the kick.

The masters all got to their feet.

"What was that? Even I couldn't see it!"

"That can't be."

Hung Gar. This was the style wielded by the folk hero that many admired. The kick that made it so famous, for many only witnessed it in the tales. But I tell you this, Shun-sama. This kick is very much real. But because it is so hard to achieve, that its very existence is thought to be downright fictional. This is what sets me apart from the other practitioners of Hung Gar. Because only I, along with a very few masters can perform this attack.

Master Lin got to her feet and stumbled back as I walked forward.

"I cannot lose to you. Our traditions. Our honour. I will not back down in the face of a demon."

I continued walking, as my feet moved on their own. Lin continuously being hit by kicks that she couldn't see coming. Because to her it was like the rest of my body wasn't moving.

"I win." I said, as I launched another Shadowless Kick that sent Master Lin out of the stage.

More and more masters jumped onto the stage to challenge me to fight. And I defeated them all.

"Who the hell are you? Yaoguai?!" One Master shouted at me, as I picked up my cloak and left the Festival.

"I am Shun Zhang. The Red Beast. I work for Boss Lok, and only Boss Lok. This is a warning. The Red Circle is the fiercest gang in this entire province. No one stands to us. We do what we want and what we need to survive. Don't get in our way."

I glanced at a nearby concrete pillar and struck it with my right fist, destroying the structure as several gasps escaped the crowd.

"Brother Zhang. Brother Zhang! You're making rounds all over China as the Red Beast! Brother Zhang! No one has the guts to go up against our gang now!" The gangsters huddled together as I ignored them. I couldn't give a flying shit about what China thought of me.

I was here to kick ass and have a good time. And to make money.

Although part of me knew that this power that I had was not from this world.

All of this was Hiiro.

But Hiiro made it clear that he was perfectly okay with me stealing all the glory. After all, Hiiro was an Oni. He wouldn't have been able to use his power and skill to use without a body. I was the medium for him to expression himself. So in a way, it was an equal contract.

I entered the den, which was Boss Lok's main office. Lok had his hands on the desk.

"Boss." I said.

"Enter, Beast."

I entered the office and closed the door as I bowed to Lok.

"Word has spread. Red Beast. Our gang continues to terrorize the streets, and profits and business in the black market have been blooming due to our fierce fighters."

"Yes, Boss Lok."

"But there is a problem." Lok said, as he gestured one of the maids. The maid bowed and poured tea for Lok, but her hands were trembling as she accidentally spilled some on the desk.

"Tch. Clumsy bitch!" Lok snapped as he struck the maid across the face, causing her to scream from the force of the strike. Lok was a martial artist too. His style, a heavily modified version of the Wing Chun fist. Wing Chun was a martial art that specialized in grappling and close quarters linear combat. It was known for its grace because it was initially practiced and developed by a female martial artist. So I've been told.

But Boss Lok's Wing Chun was different.

Much different.

It focused on offence, and aggressive strikes. When you pair that with the grace and calm of Wing Chun, it makes a deadly combat. Which was how Boss Lok made a name for himself in the gangs of China.

The maid fell to her knees and cried, profusely apologizing as she tried to use her clothes to dry the table.

"Are you stupid? You will stain my desk with your slutty dress. Use your hair."

"Yes, my lord."

The maid quickly dried the desk and left the office to get more tea. Boss Lok gestured me to sit.

I sat down.

"Tell me, Red Beast. Did that sight alarm you?"

I kept a straight face.

"No, Boss Lok. In this world of kill or be killed, everybody must pull their own weight. Mistakes will be punished."

Boss Lok smiled evilly.

"This is why you are one of my best, Beast Zhang. You have what most martial artists don't. A truly hardened heart. You see this world for what it is. Those who practice kung fu for its grace, and for its beauty, are fools."

Lok took an ornament from his desk, a steel figure, and crushed it in his hand.

"Fools deserve to have their bones broken. And their bodies cut up."

"Yes, Boss Lok."

Lok grinned.

"As powerful as we are. We have yet to fully expand our reign in this province. I am sure you know of our rivalling gang."

"The Ox Clan?"

"Yes. The Ox Clan has multiple times harassed our gang. Beating and killing our members. Your brothers and my sons. This I will not allow. Very recently, they have taken my maids have defiled them. One of ours escaped and gave her testament. I sent a number of the Red brothers to tear apart their den, but none have returned."

The Ox Clan. The gang that was known for their heavy hitters. Like the Red Circle, the Ox Clan had fighters of their own. But for them, they had three extremely talented martial artists. Ku Fen, Dao Luk, and Li Shui. Together, they made up the Horn Triad. Each fighter had skill that was at least Master level.

"Does that mean the Horn Triad got involved?"

"Yes." Lok said, as he sipped his tea.

"Your task, Red Beast, is to attack the Ox Clan's den. And kill the Horn Triad. Take at least one personal belonging of them as proof of completion."

"And the maids?" I asked.

Lok smiled.

"Yes. You may do as you wish with them. They are defiled now. They serve no purpose to me. Your brothers have gone on a conquest to fetch me new women for replacement."

"Understood, Boss Lok."

I bowed and left the office, as I headed down the steps. It was raining, as my hand bandages were stained with the blood of the kung fu sifu's that I had beaten bloody with my bare hands. Rain soaked me head to toe, washing off the blood that was on my body.

"Brother Zhang." Several Red Brothers bowed to me as I made my way back to my quarters.

R7

Another rainy day, as I walked to the den on foot.

"Hey! What do you think you're doin-"

I struck the guard with a fast strike, as the rival gang member hit the ground unconscious.

I launched a front kick which busted the gate open.

"It's Red Circle! Call for backup!"

I tilted my head as I glared at the numerous gang members. Numbering from a dozen, to several dozen, to almost a hundred Ox Clan lackeys. They each were armed with a machete.

"Hey. It's just one. What the hell is that old fool thinking? Sending one?"

I brought my foot back, tracing a circle as I assumed my stance.

"Hiiro, we're going to fight our way to the den."

Let us give them a show, Shun-sama.

"YAAA!" I roared, as I charged forward, the gang charging too as I launched a front kick that sent one of them flying.

I ducked and dodged a sword swing, going low as I swept my leg, catching three goons by surprise before they could even react. I spun around and launched a flying back kick which sent a goon crashing into the others.

Two others charged in and I deflected their swings, stepping close and unloading a powerful punch, then an open handed strike behind me, knocking both goons away.

"Bastard!" A goon screamed at me, as I leaned back, dodging his swing, then using my back foot, thrusted inward, launching a double handed strike. I stepped inward and began launching punch after punch, kick after kick, strike after strike at the goons as they fell. Their numbers reducing at a rapid pace as I spun around, kicking another goon through a concrete pillar. Levelling the entire building.

I leapt into the air, going up a level on a building to the roofs as the goons chased after me. I leapt from one roof to another, and then bounded to the side of the den building.

The guards noticed me and drew their machetes, but I was too fast, as I had already landed several strikes and kicks at them. One of the goons was sent flying into the door of the building, busting it open.

"Oh dear." A woman's voice appeared from the shadows.

"Someone bit off more than he could chew."

A man's voice appeared beside her.

"I thought I already broke enough Red Circle bones. I guess I don't mind breaking another set."

Another man appeared from the shadows. He was wearing a traditional black and white Chinese uniform.

The Horn Triad.

"Ho? So Old Man Lok decided to send his precious Red Beast to fight us himself."

I quickly went into my stance, as the Triad regarded me pitifully.

"Ugh. Hung Gar." The woman muttered, as she appeared from the shadows, smoking a cigarette.

"Obnoxious. Obnoxious. Obnoxious. What, did you watch too many Wong Fei Hung movies or something? Do you think you're cool?"

The other man laughed as he stepped into the light. He rolled up his sleeves, revealing extremely vascular and muscular arms.

"Only a teenager too. But he is well built. I hope he can take a hit, unlike the other Red Circle lackeys I had destroyed. It's sad, really. How quickly they lose their bravado once they take one punch from me."

Ku Fen, Dao Luk, and Li Shui.

Lightning, Iron Palm, and Snake Fist. Their nicknames, respectively.

Fighting the Horn Triad was not going to be easy.

"Hiiro, can you take them?"

Hiiro was silent.

Each one of them possesses skill surpassing a conventional martial arts master. This won't be an easy fight.

"Even as an Oni?"

Each one of them has trained their body beyond their limits, and I sense voodoo and black magic in their auras. These are no normal fighters. Ku Fen's Electrical Breathing Style makes him extremely fast. Dao Luk's Fortified Turtle Style makes him extremely difficult to take down. And Li Shui is capable of grappling beyond the conventions of the Wing Chun you familiarized yourself with long ago.