The King of One Highsool Hero
Chapter 11 — Spirit Over Steel
The car tore through the street like a bullet, tires screaming against the asphalt.
Ryan and Jun leaned out the windows, guns shaking in their hands as headlights closed in behind them.
"Shoot the wheels only!" Lisa shouted from the driver's seat. "ONLY the wheels!"
Ryan steadied his breath.
BANG.
The bullet ripped through the front tire of the car behind them.
"Aaaaaa—!!"
The car spun wildly, slammed into a wall, metal folding in on itself.
Lisa laughed like a maniac.
"YEAH! That's right—take that, motherfuckers!"
But before anyone could breathe—
FROOOOOOM.
Two motorcycles appeared on both sides, riders slamming straight into the car.
The impact shook everything.
Nia yelled, "Lisa—show them!"
Lisa slammed the wheel, reversed hard—
CRASH.
The car smashed back into the bikers, pinning them against a wall.
Silence.
Smoke.
The four of them stumbled out of the wreck.
Ryan's vision blurred. His head rang.
Then—
A figure stood up.
Fing.
Blood on his face. Rage in his eyes.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a knife.
Ryan staggered, barely standing.
The two bikers groaned and climbed up behind Fing, weapons flashing in their hands.
Ryan grabbed Lisa and Nia and threw them behind a wall.
"Stay down!"
Jun shook his head, forcing his eyes open.
"We have to get out," Jun said.
Fing laughed, stepping forward.
"No running."
Ryan and Jun took off their jackets.
Jun glanced at Ryan.
"I'll handle the goons. You take him—whoever the hell he is."
Ryan nodded.
They stepped forward.
Fing grinned like a psychopath, knife loose in his hand.
"Kill them."
They charged.
Fing slashed.
Ryan weaved left, backed up.
Jun blocked two slashes, ducked a punch, kicked one goon in the leg—
Ryan threw a combo—Fing dodged and kicked Ryan's leg.
Pain exploded.
Ryan looked down.
Blood.
He noticed Fing's shoe—
a small blade hidden near the sole.
Ryan exhaled sharply.
"Damn… this just got harder."
Jun dodged another slash, punched one goon in the face—
The other slashed Jun's back.
Blood spilled.
Jun groaned but stayed upright.
Ryan snapped, "It's funny—you can't even fight hand-to-hand. Gotta use weapons. What, scared?"
Fing laughed.
"I'll kill you… and keep your finger as a trophy."
He rushed.
Ryan dodged the slash, landed a clean two-piece to Fing's face, then smashed a kick into his knee.
Another kick. Other knee.
Fing staggered—
Then snapped back with a dirty kick to Ryan's chest.
Blood sprayed.
Ryan clutched his chest, eyes red from pain.
Jun screamed as another blade cut his leg.
Ryan realized it—
Weapons. Skill. No hesitation.
"Jun!" Ryan yelled. "Take the girls and go!"
"No!" Jun shouted. "I'm not leaving you!"
Ryan sighed.
"This idiot…"
He looked at Fing, smiling despite the blood.
"I didn't know the Union was this deadly. I'll give you that."
Fing sneered.
"Then die."
Ryan's smile sharpened.
"But you know what's deadlier than any weapon?"
Fing paused.
"What?"
Ryan's eyes burned.
"A spirit that doesn't give up."
Ryan rushed in—
BOOM.
A kick smashed into Fing's chest.
Ryan grabbed him and slammed him into the wall—
CRACK.
The wall shattered.
Fing screamed.
Even bleeding, Fing slashed back, laughing through the pain.
Jun grabbed a goon, slammed him down, stole his knife, blocked another slash—
Kicked the guy in the face.
Another goon rushed—
Then—
VROOOOOOM.
A motorcycle charged at full speed.
Has fing laugh in said- you dead.
A metal bar smashed into Ryan's head.
Blood exploded.
The bike flew past and struck Jun too.
Both collapsed.
Fing moved instantly.
He slashed Ryan's arm, kicked his chest, and slammed him into the wall.
The goons jumped Jun—punches, blades, blood.
The motorcycle came back—
Has Ryan in jun turn looking at the motorcycle-
Then—
FWIP.
An arrow pierced the wheel.
The bike flipped and crashed.
Ryan and Jun lifted their heads.
Far away—
Lisa and Nia stood together.
One bow.
One arrow.
Ryan smiled through the blood.
Jun laughed weakly.
The fight wasn't over—
But they weren't alone anymore.