Episode — The Striking Flash Punch
Elara, enraged and humiliated, screamed:
Elara (furious):"You
scumbag! I won't leave you now… you humiliated me! Ahhhhhh… I'm going to kill
you!"
He surged forward at blinding speed, fists and kicks flying
like lightning. But Karikalan moved differently this time — his body flowed
with instinct. He dodged every strike, weaving through Elara's barrage with
impossible precision.
Elara (shocked, inner voice):"How? How can he dodge my attacks like this? Is this some
kind of instinct? Why isn't a single punch landing on him?"
Commentators (excited, breathless):"Elara launches a barrage of punches and kicks, but
Karikalan dodges them at the speed of light! The fight has become more intense
than ever — the air feels heavier, the arena is trembling!"
The crowd erupted, stomping their feet in rhythm, the sound
echoing like thunder.
Elara's father clenched his fists, his smirk fading:
Father (confused):"What's
happening? Why can't he land a single attack? Was Karikalan holding back all
these rounds? But why?"
Veera's eyes lit up with hope:
Veera (cheering):"He's
finally back to his form! Come on, brother — beat him down now!"
Richard's voice trembled with awe:
Richard (amazed):"What
is this? Is this instinct? He isn't even looking at Elara's face or moves —
he's simply dodging. Even I can't see his movements! Did he hold back all this
time? Power plus speed… the perfect combination. He's become a class of his
own."
Karikalan's eyes narrowed. He surged forward and launched a
devastating punch straight into Elara's guts.
Elara (screaming in agony):"Ahhhhhhhhhh!"
The impact was like a thunderclap — a Striking Flash
Punch. Elara's body convulsed, his muscles tearing under the force.
Elara (inner voice, broken):
"Dammit… I couldn't imagine power beyond this. So this is the Striking
Flash Punch… it's giving me one hell of a pain."
Elara clutched his stomach, his voice trembling with
disbelief:
Elara (inner
voice):"I wonder how Rajan survived this type of punch… it's
giving me more pain than I expected. It's tearing the muscles in my guts… I
can't endure it anymore… ahhhhhhh!"
He screamed in agony, then leaned forward and collapsed
onto the mat, writhing.
Referee:"1… 2…
3…"
Episode — The Revelation of Striking Flash Punch
Commentators (shouting in disbelief):"Oh my god! The champion has collapsed on the mat for the
first time in this match! Wait a minute… what's happening to him? His guts are
bruised!"
The arena fell silent, then erupted in gasps. Everyone was
shocked and awestruck at the same time.
Commentators (continuing):"This
is the same thing that happened to Rajan before — after his match, he was
hospitalized. Doctors revealed his muscle fibers were torn by a single powerful
punch. And now… Richard, Karikalan's manager, has revealed the truth. This is
not a killer punch, nor a jab. It is the technique Karikalan mastered for five
years. Its name… is the Striking Flash Punch!"
The words echoed through the stadium like thunder.
Crowd (murmuring, stunned):"What
did they just say? Striking Flash Punch? I've never seen a punch this powerful
in my life — it literally tears the muscles of opponents!""Who
is this guy? How did the officials even let him fight in this tournament?"
Celebrities who once mocked Karikalan now sat frozen, their
arrogance shattered.
Pooja (mesmerized, whispering):"That punch… it brought screams from the champion himself.
The Striking Flash Punch… now it makes sense why Karikalan is capable of being
a powerful challenger against Elara. I wouldn't be surprised if the champion
feels broken after this."
The arena was filled with awe, fear, and admiration. For
the first time, Karikalan's five years of hard work had revealed its true form
— a punch so devastating it could tear apart arrogance itself.
Episode — The Aura of the Conqueror
The referee's voice echoed through the arena:
Referee:"7…
8…"
Elara staggered, barely managing to stand on his feet. His
body trembled, his face bruised, his guts torn by the Striking Flash Punch.
Karikalan surged forward instinctively, but the referee raised his hand:
Referee:"Round 4 is
over! Fighters, return to your corners!"
The crowd roared, stomping their feet in rhythm, the sound
shaking the stadium.
Richard leaned in, his voice filled with pride and urgency:
Richard:"You're
doing great — that's it! We can win this match. Just focus and calm your
breath… victory isn't far. You have six rounds left. Don't waste movements —
just punch him. Compared to him, your punch is powerful enough to defeat any
world‑class opponent."
Veera's eyes glistened, his voice trembling with emotion:
Veera:"There's
nothing more I can say… because you've already proven everything I thought. But
I have one thing to add: win or lose, come back as a man with the aura of a
conqueror."
Karikalan smiled, inhaling and exhaling deeply, his chest
rising with determination. Karikalan (defiant):"Yes… sure! Ah…
ah… I will defeat him with everything I've got!"
The bell rang, signaling the end of Round 4. The arena was
filled with anticipation — the challenger had awakened, the champion was
broken, and destiny was about to be decided.
Episode — Father's Words, Son's Pride
Elara sat slumped in his corner, clutching his stomach, his
face twisted in agony. His father leaned close, rubbing his bruised guts, his
eyes sharp.
Father (grim):"Your
guts are damaged badly. That punch tore your muscles apart. I admit it now —
Karikalan is one hell of a fighter. His skills are a deadly combination of
power and speed."
Elara winced, his voice trembling:
Elara:"Yeah… ahh…
ahh… you're right. For the first time, I feel pain like this in my body. It's
unbearable… it feels like he's trying to kill me."
His father's tone hardened, cutting through the noise of
the arena:
Father:"If that's
so, then use the Chopper Move. End his career."
Elara's eyes widened in shock.
Elara (furious):"What
are you saying? Are you dumb? I've fought my whole life not to kill people, but
for my pride! And now you're telling me to end his life? How can you say that
to your own son?"
His father's voice grew colder:
Father:"Look
at your condition. If this continues, he'll win. And then your so‑called pride
will be shattered. People will mock you as 'defeated by a nobody.' Think about
your girlfriend — what happens if she leaves you after your loss?"
Elara's face twisted with rage.
Elara (ranting):"Why
are you saying that? Do you have any sense? She loves me not for fame, but for
the love she has within me!"
His father sneered:
Father:"Then tell
me — why doesn't she talk to poor men? She only speaks to those richer than
her. She acknowledges strength. She loves you because you're strong. Think
about what happens if you fail — she'll leave you."
Elara's voice cracked, but his resolve held:
Elara:"She won't
leave me for that. Even if I fail, she'll still love me."
His father pressed:
Father:"How can you
be so sure?"
The referee's voice cut through the tension:
Referee:"Fighters,
prepare for Round 5!"
Elara rose slowly, his legs trembling, his body broken. He
turned to his father, his words shocking him to the core:
Elara (cold, defiant):"It's
because… I slept with her."
He moved forward toward the center, leaving his father
frozen in disbelief.
Father (inner monologue, shaken):"What did he just say…?"