Zombie Domination-Chapter 94- Boxing

Julian narrowed his eyes, keeping his stance firm as the man across the room spoke. The silence between them was thick, tense, until Julian broke it first.

"Nice to meet you too," he said coldly. "I’m Julian Deaw. So... shall we get started?"

Vexmond Krüger let out a tired breath, leaning back in his chair as if this entire confrontation was more exhausting than dangerous. His tone shifted, calm, almost weary.

"Are you still not satisfied?"

Julian frowned. "What do you mean by that?"

Vexmond looked him straight in the eyes, then gestured faintly toward the broken body of Alex on the floor.

"The crow I sent to watch you... it wasn’t to find a weakness. I wasn’t trying to kill you. I only wanted to observe you, see if you were the kind of man who would still be driven by the ghosts of his past."

He paused for a moment before continuing.

"Alex... I sent him to you not as a threat, but as an offering. A way to give you closure. His life, for the sins he committed."

Julian didn’t speak, but his jaw clenched.

Vexmond looked away for a moment, his voice lower now. "Before the apocalypse, I did things I’m not proud of. Things that were part of the... profession I served. I made enemies. Many. And in this world without laws, where every grudge has room to grow teeth... I knew it was only a matter of time before someone came for me."

He stood slowly from his seat, towering in the dim light.

"That’s why I started hunting down those who caused pain under my command. Not to protect myself, but to... appease those who suffered. To give them their revenge before they came for me. Some accepted it. Some vanished. Some... found peace."

He looked at Julian again, calm, collected.

"But only you... brought the man here like a trophy. Torn, bleeding, dragged behind your vehicle. As if none of what I’ve tried to do meant anything." 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Julian narrowed his eyes as he watched Vexmond rise from his seat, the tension between them thick and brimming with violence.

"That’s absurd," Julian said, voice sharp with contempt. "Now that I’m here, now that you’re face to face with me, you’re afraid? Pathetic. I expected more."

Vexmond didn’t flinch. "Maybe it is pathetic. But fear is a small price to pay... if it means we get to keep breathing. Still," he lifted his gaze, calm but resolved, "do you still wish to fight?"

Julian cracked his knuckles and stepped forward. "Even if you beg me not to, I’d still beat you down."

Vexmond sighed, as if disappointed by the answer. "What a shame," he muttered. "Then let this fight teach me something... if I survive it."

With that, he raised both fists, and his aura flared like a violent flame. His muscles tightened, and a thick pressure spread across the room. A moment later, golden pulses surged around his arms as he activated his skill.

[Aura Fist]

Julian didn’t blink. He grinned.

"Come on," he said, sliding one foot back and crouching slightly, ready to meet him. Then his own aura flared. Mana burst into his veins like fire.

[Boost]

A surge of raw energy enveloped his body, strengthening his limbs, reinforcing his bones, and heightening every reflex. Sparks of blue lightning flickered across his skin as his power skyrocketed in an instant.

Vexmond lunged forward with incredible speed, fist raised high. Julian met him head-on.

Their fists collided with an explosive crash, sending shockwaves through the room. The floor beneath them cracked, and wind blasted out from the impact. Dust and debris burst into the air around them as both men held their ground, locked in a deadly clash of brute force.

Julian grinned through the tension. "Call those three outside if you’re scared," he taunted, eyes blazing. "Might give you a chance to live longer."

Vexmond, his fist still pressing against Julian’s, growled back, "I won’t need them."

Blow after blow echoed through the grand hall as Julian and Vexmond exchanged punches in a fierce rhythm.

Julian’s eyes narrowed, reading Vexmond’s movements. This guy... His stance was solid. His footwork sharp. Every swing packed power and precision, like a professional boxer who had dominated countless matches.

"Not bad," Julian muttered under his breath.

Vexmond smirked, stepping forward with confidence. His shoulder rolled smoothly as he threw a powerful cross toward Julian’s face. Julian barely ducked in time, feeling the air split inches from his cheek.

"Come on," Vexmond taunted. "Use that lightning of yours. Or your shadows. You’re not winning like this."

Julian straightened, wiping blood from the corner of his lip with his thumb, and smiled. "I don’t need them. Not yet."

He lunged forward, swinging a hard punch at Vexmond’s jaw.

But Vexmond was faster, he tilted his head, dodging easily.

"You’ll regret that," Vexmond warned, and suddenly launched a brutal combo, left hook, then a devastating straight punch, right into Julian’s ribs.

"Ghh—!" Julian grunted, sliding backward from the force.

Before Vexmond could follow up, Julian quickly dipped low and executed a roll, vanishing into a blur before reappearing behind Vexmond, ready to strike.

His fist soared toward Vexmond’s back—

—but Vexmond twisted at the last second, sidestepping it entirely.

Julian’s punch cut through empty air.

"Tch." Julian clicked his tongue.

Vexmond glanced over his shoulder with a calm, knowing smirk. "Nice trick. But you’ll need more than that."

With blinding speed, Vexmond closed the gap again, cross, left hook, then a sharp uppercut straight into Julian’s jaw.

Julian staggered back, his head snapping up from the force of the blow. Blood dripped from his lip, but his glare never wavered.

"Hah..." Julian exhaled, wiping the blood again with the back of his hand. "You’ve got some serious skill... for someone who used to crawl in the underworld."

Vexmond chuckled darkly, fists raised and stance firm. "That’s because I wasn’t just anyone."

He stepped forward, confidence oozing from every movement.

"I was the underground boxing champion," he said, eyes locked onto Julian. "No rules. No limits. Just survival."

Julian narrowed his eyes. "That explains the power behind your punches."

Vexmond grinned. "And the precision to land them."

Julian didn’t waste another word. He launched back in with renewed focus, fists blazing.

But Vexmond was already anticipating it, he raised both arms with flawless timing, blocking Julian’s strike with practiced ease, then shifted his weight to prepare for the next blow.

Vexmond stepped in again, his gaze locked and calculating. Julian readied himself, arms raised to block.

But then—a smirk.

Vexmond’s eyes gleamed.

Without hesitation, he launched a rapid double jab—left, left—snapping Julian’s defense just enough. Then came the cross—a brutal, clean hit that crashed through the opening in Julian’s guard.

Julian grunted as the blow landed, staggering back a step.

But instead of faltering, he grinned.

The pain lit a fire in him. His stance sharpened, and his breathing slowed—his focus honed in.

"All right," Julian muttered, voice low. "Now I see how you move."

He stepped back in. Fists flew.

Cross—lead hook—rear uppercut!

Vexmond barely had time to react as the final hit grazed his chin, snapping his head slightly to the side. His eyes widened in surprise... then curved into a grin.

"Not bad," Vexmond said between breaths.

But Julian wasn’t done. He pressed forward.

Cross—hook—cross again—then uppercut!

This time, Vexmond took the full brunt. His body shuddered from the impact, his foot sliding back half a step as he clenched his jaw.

For the first time in the fight—Julian’s fists had truly landed.

Their fists blurred, a flurry of motion echoing with the sound of skin against skin and bone against bone. Each blow was heavy, each dodge precise. Julian and Vexmond exchanged combo after combo, trading powerful strikes that pushed both men to their limits.

Vexmond’s hooks were sharp, forged by years in the underground ring. Julian’s counters were fueled by instinct and burning will. Sweat flew, the floor trembled beneath their relentless footwork. The air grew thick with tension and adrenaline.

But Julian saw it.

An opening.

He ducked under a right hook, then coiled his body like a spring.

"End it," he whispered to himself.

And then—

Boom!

A brutal uppercut launched from Julian’s fist, crashing square into Vexmond’s jaw. The man’s feet left the floor for a split second before his heavy body slammed back down.

Vexmond collapsed.

Flat on his back, breath ragged, chest heaving, blood dripping from his mouth. He stared at the cracked ceiling, defeated but strangely calm.

"...I’m too old for this," Vexmond muttered with a tired laugh, voice hoarse. "That’s why I lost."

Julian, catching his breath, gave a faint smirk and replied, "Don’t lie, old man. Even if you were younger... I still would’ve beaten you."

Vexmond laughed, deeper this time, even as pain filled his voice. "Cold-blooded brat... Listen, Julian. Spare my subordinates. They were just following orders."

Julian narrowed his eyes. "I can’t promise that."

"Tch. Cold to the end..." Vexmond exhaled slowly. Then, his voice softened. "At least... spare my daughter."

Julian raised a brow. "You have a daughter?"

Vexmond nodded. "She’s young. Smart. You... you can protect her, can’t you?"

Julian stared in silence, then drew his sword again. In one swift motion, he drove the blade into the floor beside Vexmond’s head, not into him, but just enough to make the man flinch.

"Protect your daughter yourself," Julian said coldly. "Don’t beg your enemies to do it for you."

Vexmond stared, speechless.

But then—

A sudden wave of heat surged through the room.

Julian and Vexmond turned sharply. From the far corner, Alex stood, bloodied face twisted in madness, eyes glowing with hatred. His mangled body burned faintly with unstable energy.

"Hehehe... die, all of you!" Alex screamed, activating his final skill, his body pulsing like a living bomb.

But Julian moved instantly.

With a flash of lightning at his feet, he blurred forward, reclaimed his sword, and—

shing!

—severed Alex’s head in one clean strike.

The glowing light in Alex’s body flickered, then died.

Silence returned to the room.

Julian exhaled. The fight was over.