Lithoovert twists his body.
He fully draws back his fist.
SWOOSH—CKHAAM.
The punch crashes into Jiza's jaw.
His head is forced along with the momentum.
He retreats half a step.
However—
CTHAM.
An immediate counter lands in the solar plexus.
Lithoovert's diaphragm compresses.
The sudden contraction cuts off his breathing.
TAP.
He retaliates.
BOOM.
A heavy strike to the chest.
BAM.
The second.
THUD.
The third.
WHAM.
The fourth.
Jiza bends forward, his elbows resting against his thighs.
Yet his feet remain firmly planted.
Unshaken.
Lithoovert advances again.
THUD.
A straight punch.
WHAM.
A hook.
BAM.
An uppercut.
THUD.
A strike from the side—
CRACK.
Jiza's head jerks violently.
The air around them trembles.
However—
THUD.
A counterstrike lands in the stomach.
Internal pressure crashes into the organs once more.
Lithoovert moves to the left.
TAP.
Closing the distance.
A right punch.
WHAM.
Jiza tilts his body. The strike lands against his shoulder.
A left punch.
BAM.
A hook to the stomach.
THUD.
Jiza retreats half a step.
However—
CTHAM.
A strike lands against the left ribs—near the spleen.
Repeated pressure upon the same area deepens the internal damage.
Lithoovert advances once again.
SWOOSH—THAM.
A strike crashes into Jiza's ribs.
CRACK—CTHAM.
A punch slams into his jaw.
Jiza's head shifts sideways.
Yet his body straightens once more.
Lithoovert smashes his foot against the ground.
BOOM.
Cracks spread beneath his footing.
He launches forward again.
A straight punch.
WHAM.
A hook.
BAM.
An uppercut.
THUD.
Jiza now moves more frequently.
His body tilts.
His steps retreat.
Yet every opening—
Is always answered.
A punch to the stomach.
A thrust toward the heart—directly against the sternum, forcing pressure into the chest cavity.
An elbow into the ribs.
Repeated pressure upon the vital organs gradually accumulates.
Lithoovert twists his body.
SWOOSH—KHAM.
The punch crashes into the side of Jiza's head.
The air trembles.
However—
THUD.
Another counterstrike lands against the spleen.
Sharp pain spreads instantly.
Lithoovert continues advancing.
His steps remain short.
Fast.
TAP.
BOOM.
BAM.
THUD.
A relentless barrage of attacks.
Jiza absorbs some of them.
Redirects others.
He retreats one short step.
Lithoovert presses again.
WHAM.
BAM.
CHAM.
A punch crashes into Jiza's ribs.
However—
CTHAM.
A counterstrike lands in the stomach.
The internal pressure once again forces the air from his lungs.
Lithoovert spins.
WHOOSH.
A strike comes from the side.
WHAM.
Jiza tilts his body.
An uppercut—
CHAM.
His head snaps upward.
The attacks continue.
Without end.
WHAM! BAM! THUD! CRACK!
Some are avoided with minimal movement.
Most still crash into Jiza's body.
Yet every impact—
Is always answered with pressure against the organs.
Repeatedly.
Consistently.
Precisely.
Lithoovert begins to sense the change.
His breathing is no longer stable.
Contractions occur without rhythm.
The pressure within his chest cavity intensifies.
Yet there is still no full resistance from Jiza.
No explosive outburst of strength.
Only movement.
Evasion.
And short strikes—
That continue pressuring his internal organs, little by little.
A backward step.
"…In that case, I will make you my experimental subject."