Likewise, Lithoovert adjusts his attacks just as Jiza does.
—CLAAAAAAAAAHMN!
Both fists crash into each other's faces—
KHWAMN—CKHAHMN!
—Both of them pull their fists back at once.
Jiza does not stop.
KHWAMN—
—He fully draws back his fist once more.
SWHAMN!
Lithoovert does the same.
Jiza's second strike comes from the side.
The wind blows.
Lithoovert's second strike comes straight from the front.
The wind intensifies.
Both enter striking range.
"I did not expect your body and face to be this young and vigorous…"
Lithoovert's right fist shoots straight forward.
WHOOM—
Jiza tilts his body.
The punch tears through empty air.
His hips have already rotated first. His feet have not fully planted when the rotation finishes—the force has already gathered within his core. His left fist is unleashed with the synchronized drive of his hips and shoulders.
CKHAAAAAAAAAAAMN!
The impact lands on Jiza's chest.
The shock reverberates deep into his skeletal structure.
Jiza's body is pushed backward.
His jaw hardens. His teeth clench shut. Yet a smile still forms.
In an instant, he retaliates.
CKHAAAM—
His left fist crashes into Lithoovert's right ribs—directly along the lower rib line, near the liver.
The flesh compresses inward. Vibrations spread through the chest cavity.
Lithoovert's breathing falters for a fraction of a second.
THUD—his left foot plants firmly.
He draws back his fist once more—
CTHAAAM—
The punch slams into Jiza's ribs.
A violent impact. Bone resonance becomes unmistakably clear.
Jiza's body shifts only a single step.
His hand moves again.
PKHAAAM—
A straight punch drives into the abdomen.
Deep contact. The abdominal muscles are violently compressed inward. Air bursts out uncontrollably.
Lithoovert grits his teeth.
He advances again.
His steps are short. Fast. Stable.
A right punch.
KHAAAM.
A left punch.
CBHAAAM.
A hook to the stomach.
SHAAAM.
Every strike lands on vital points.
However—
CTTRAAAHM.
Jiza's elbow rises upward from below at a narrow angle, striking the spleen area along the left side of Lithoovert's body.
The impact is deep.
The sudden pressure against the spleen triggers a reflexive contraction—a sharp pain spreads rapidly through the center of his body.
Lithoovert increases the pressure.
His steps accelerate.
The distance closes once more.
A straight punch.
WHAM.
An uppercut.
SHAN.
A hook.
BAM.
The impacts continue relentlessly.
Jiza endures them.
Every strike landing on his vital points only hardens his jaw further.
Yet retaliation always follows—
A short punch to the ribs.
An elbow thrust into the abdomen.
A straight strike into the stomach.
All released with minimal hip rotation—efficient, rapid, and repetitive.