The Silence Before the Storm:
The sky was thick and endlessly gray, with clouds shifting in the autumn wind. A cool breeze swept through the city, spinning dry leaves down the streets and lifting scraps of paper swirling into the air. The roads were busy that day, as people stood silently on the sidewalks, watching a lone figure walk dramatically down the center of the road.
Khan, the Commissioner—a rank above Grayson—stepped forward with the presence of a legendary hero. Though only a modest 163 centimeters tall, his aura and reputation made him a giant in the eyes of all who watched. His oversized police jacket hung over his shoulders like a cape, its loose sleeves flapping in the wind, adding to the coolness around his figure. His hands rested casually in his pockets—an unintentional yet undeniable gesture of authority. Beneath the jacket, he wore a crisp white shirt, dark pants with a buckled belt, and polished leather shoes. His tilted hat cast a shadow over his eyes, giving him a distant, almost legendary look—the very pinnacle of the Kungfu World.
Several feet behind him, a group of high-ranking police officials followed in respectful silence. Grayson stood nervously among them, his eyes fixed on the commissioner’s every move. Alongside them were other notable figures: Mr. Sang, the vice president of the Kung Fu Association, and the well-known fighter Brian, known as The Golden Eyes, all drawn by the chance to see Khan in action. They were merely spectators hoping to witness a confrontation between the legend and the madman who had caused a huge mess in the city.
The autumn wind picked up, stirring loose paper and trash bags left on the road. They briefly lifted into the air before spiraling down again, adding drama to every single step Khan took. As he walked, a single bright red maple leaf drifted down, carried by the breeze. It danced in the air, weaving through the swirling leaves and bits of debris, before landing right in Khan’s path.
Khan paused and slipped one hand out of his pocket to raise it, letting the fallen maple leaf land softly in his palm. He held it for just a moment, bringing it close as if it were something precious, admiring the beauty of nature. As a chi master, he believed that chi was the essence of life, a force that flowed through all living things and connected them. A faint smile appeared on his lips, marking a moment of connection with the world around him. Then, with a gentle flick of his wrist, he released the leaf, watching it catch the wind and disappear into the strong gust. Without a word, he tucked his hand back into his pocket and walked forward, each step showing his calm strength, a silent sign of his strong presence.
As Khan neared the end of the street, the crowd’s chatter quieted down. In front of him stood the man behind the destruction and fear spreading through the city: Raymond. He remained still before another broken glass window, his body soaked with a mix of rain and sweat, his eyes clouded and lacking sanity. Raymond’s chest rose and fell as he breathed heavily, fists clenched tight, but his gaze remained empty.
The spectators held their breath as Khan stopped just a few steps from Raymond, the legendary S-class fighter ready for a showdown that everyone knew would be unforgettable.
Mr. Sang’s Comment:
Just before the clash unfolded, Grayson, driven by curiosity, turned to Mr. Sang and asked, “I know Khan is formidable, but just how powerful is he, exactly?”
Mr. Sang’s gaze grew intense, filled with seriousness. “As an S-Class fighter, his very presence is vital for maintaining peace in our society. Without him, the world’s order would be turned upside down, chaos would erupt everywhere, and darkness would consume all living beings.”
Grayson pressed on, urgency in his voice, “Aren’t there any other S-Class fighters?”
Mr. Sang shook his head, his expression darkening. “Yes, there are a few, but they are all inactive. Frank retired from fighting after losing a loved one in a tragedy years ago, leaving behind a shadow in his heart that he can never seem to overcome. Joshua suffered a devastating injury in combat, so he could never fully recover to his peak strength, forcing him to be demoted from Class S to Class A. And then there’s Colin—an undeniably crafty fighter, formidable in his own right. Yet, he relentlessly pursues his own interests, remaining cold-hearted towards those in need and seldom making public appearances to keep away from potential risks. In truth, Khan stands alone as the sole S-Class fighter willing to rise to the occasion.”
Overhearing the conversation, Brian activated his Golden Eyes, and they glowed with brilliant golden beams as he scanned Khan’s body. He sensed the man oozing with confidence, calm, and an overwhelming aura of natural force surrounding him—blazing and blinding. Brian gasped in awe, his breath caught in his throat, realizing that Khan’s power far exceeded normal human limits, burning with intensity as fierce and relentless as the sun itself.
The True Might of a Legend:
Raymond felt a tangible ripple of immense strength in the air as Khan’s presence drew near. It was as if the ground trembled beneath the weight of Khan’s power, and an instinctive fear gripped him, warning that this man was unlike any opponent he had ever faced. In a desperate move, Raymond spotted a broken chair discarded by the sidewalk. He gathered all his energy, lunged for the chair, and seized it tightly. Summoning every ounce of strength in his arms, he threw it violently at Khan, charging the projectile with his explosive force. The chair spun through the air, vibrating so intensely that its edges shimmered and blurred, slicing through the wind like a deadly blade aimed straight at its target.
However, Khan didn’t flinch; his gaze remained steady and firm. In a heartbeat, he unleashed a perfectly timed punch directly into the path of the flying chair. When his fist connected, the chair crumbled, sending a rain of debris into the air, vaporizing into a swirling cloud of particles scattering harmlessly in the wind. A collective gasp rose from the crowd, clearly shocked as they witnessed the sheer force of that single strike. Even Raymond, usually unfazed, stood frozen, momentarily paralyzed by the overwhelming display of power, unsure how to react.
In the heat of the moment, desperation took hold, and Raymond instinctively launched another attack—a devastating Concussion Punch, his signature move. He thrust his fist forward, aiming for Khan’s chest with lethal intent. But Khan remained unfazed; he extended his arm once again, this time facing his open palm toward Raymond’s fist. The punch zipped through the air, just inches from its target, but it never connected. An invisible force—an unbreakable shield of chi—stopped it in mid-air, rendering the attack useless.
Raymond withdrew his hand, his eyes widening in a mix of fear and shock as he realized that none of his attacks could even touch Khan. The man standing before him was like an absolute force of nature, one that no mortal could even dare to match. Khan’s gaze remained calm and steady, his voice low and firm as he addressed Raymond. “From now on, I won’t move my feet an inch from this spot,” he declared, “but defeating you is still a piece of cake.”
Overwhelmed, Raymond was hit by a wave of panic, and every instinct screamed for him to flee immediately. He turned around and sprinted down the street, desperation pushing him forward at incredible speed, never looking back.
Khan extended his hand again, channeling his chi to draw the air—and Raymond—back toward him. As Raymond ran, his body stopped moving forward; instead, his feet skidded backward helplessly against the pavement, and the friction did little to slow him down. Each step felt pointless, his sneakers squeaking and scraping against the concrete as if begging for traction. But the force intensified; he felt his feet being lifted off the ground and suspended in midair, completely powerless.
In a short moment, he was yanked directly into Khan’s grasp, the legendary fighter seizing him by the collar with effortless ease.
With rapid, precise strikes, Khan delivered three powerful punches to Raymond. The first blow cracked Raymond’s liver into fragments; the second shattered his kidney into pieces, and the third burst his gallbladder, spilling bile painfully through his insides. Raymond was left gasping, utterly overwhelmed by the sharp pain. Then, as Khan released his grip, Raymond dropped to his knees, completely defeated, struggling to catch his breath before the formidable opponent.
The crowd watched in shock, amazed by the speed, simplicity, and deadly effectiveness of Khan’s attacks. The fight ended before it truly began, leaving Raymond kneeling, broken, and humbled before the power of a legend.
Calm After the Storm:
As Raymond knelt before Khan, clutching his broken body, a strange clarity settled over him. The cloud in his eyes, that dark, vacant gaze of madness, started to lift. Slowly, his vision cleared, and a spark of recognition returned—a glimpse of the honest, kind store owner he had once been.
Khan noticed this change, his gaze softening a bit as he watched the transformation happen. The familiar sharpness and quiet dignity returned to Raymond’s expression. It was as if the man he used to be had come back to the surface, breaking free from the chains of anger and desperation that had controlled him.
At that moment, Khan spoke to him with measured respect. “I respect you, Raymond. Once, you were a decent man, known for your honesty and integrity. But then tragedy struck, twisting your mind and distorting your spirit. It pains me to witness your fall from grace, to see you sink so low. ” He paused, letting the words sink in. “Normally, a single punch from me would obliterate the organs of any foe who dared to stand against me. Yet, for you, I held back, unleashing only one-fifth of my power. This is my mercy, offered out of respect for the man you used to be.”
Raymond looked up at him, memories flooding back as he regained his sanity. He felt a deep remorse for what he had done, and tears rolled down his face.
Khan’s tone grew firm, “I will spare your life for now, but heed my warning: if you ever harm this city or its people again, I won’t be so forgiving next time.”
With a final look of silent understanding, Khan turned and raised his hand, signaling his officers. His team moved quickly, approaching Raymond with respect as they handcuffed him and led him to the waiting police car. Despite still being weak from his injuries, Raymond remained conscious.
Raymond received medical treatment shortly after, and with his sanity restored, he faced a one-month prison sentence for the damage he had caused. As he sat in his cell, the city gradually recovered from his destruction in time, returning to a state of tranquility once again.
Khan is incredible.