The Hidden Legacy; I Will Rise Through Every Pain

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Andrew was thrown to the floor by Stanley, his body bleeding profusely. Every blow from Stanley caused immense pain, rendering Andrew unable to move any part of his body. He felt as if the entire world was on the verge of collapsing around him.

Unknown to him, a small trickle of his blood made its way to a green ring on his hand. The ring possessed a golden band with a delicate green gem embedded in it. Suddenly, the gem emitted a faint green light, coinciding with Andrew's eyes beginning to glow.

Lying weakly on the ground, Andrew sensed a profound energy surging within him. It was as if the very essence of power was coursing through his veins.

"Hahahah! A penniless freeloader like you can't even handle a single blow from me," Stanley jeered, relishing in Andrew's helpless state.

Andrew's blood boiled upon hearing these words. Though he lacked the strength to stand, he could no longer tolerate Stanley's taunting.

"I am not a freeloader!" Andrew retorted defiantly, his voice filled with determination. He raised his right arm in front of him, positioning his hands in front of his chest, and pushed his body upwards. As he propelled himself into the air, he spun gracefully, moving towards Stanley, who was a little distance away.

With impressive agility, Andrew landed a powerful kick on Stanley, spinning backward and landing back on the ground as if it were a routine move for him. The impact sent Stanley flying backward, crashing into a wall at the extreme end of the room.

Andrew stood on the ground, his eyes wide with surprise. He stared at his hands and his own body, unable to comprehend the sudden burst of rapid movement and strength he had just exhibited.

The audience watched in awe and disbelief. Murmurs filled the air as they tried to make sense of what they had witnessed.

"How did he do that?"

"Is he really that weak?"

"When did he become this strong?"

The crowd buzzed with astonishment at Andrew's unexpected display of power. Meanwhile, Hannah, who was on the ground, was awestruck by the way Andrew had effortlessly struck Stanley, despite his seemingly feeble form.

Unbeknownst to Andrew, the power had surged from the green ring he wore. Stanley, who had recovered from the impact and was now standing, realized the source of Andrew's ability.

"F*cking asshole, you will pay for what you did to me!" Stanley's anger flared as he charged toward Andrew.

Panic washed over Andrew as he faced the burly Stanley. Unsure of how to defend himself against such a formidable opponent, he swiftly turned and fled through the hallway.

The onlookers expressed their confusion as they followed the chase.

"I thought he was weak!"

Various voices echoed through the hallway as people ran alongside Andrew.

Andrew, feeling the pressure of Stanley's pursuit, reached a wall. To his astonishment, he planted his right leg against it and pushed off, propelling himself forward. His left leg followed suit, and he found himself running on the wall, defying gravity. Stanley, close behind, gaped in disbelief at the rotating spectacle before him.

In a daring move, Andrew flipped and landed gracefully behind Stanley.

"How did I do this?" Andrew questioned himself, unable to believe his own eyes.

Stanley turned around, his gaze fixed on Andrew, who stood confidently not too far away.

"Hey! Who do you think you can fool?" Stanley's voice reverberated with anger as he aimed a punch at Andrew's face.

With surprising reflexes, Andrew swiftly tilted his head to the side, evading the blow. To his amazement, his body seemed to move instinctively, as if guided by an unknown force.

"It seems like I am now a superhuman," Andrew exclaimed, his excitement overflowing.

Unwilling to let the audience perceive him as weak, Stanley continued his assault, throwing rapid punches with both hands. The scene unfolded like a scene from a movie, captivating the onlookers.

Andrew, sensing his newfound control, felt no fear toward Stanley anymore. He decided to fully unleash the power surging within him.

As Stanley threw a punch aimed at Andrew's head, Andrew caught it directly, firmly gripping Stanley's large hand. The audience gasped in disbelief at the display of strength.

"So, this is how being strong feels," Andrew thought, his heart pounding with determination. He locked his gaze on Stanley.

"I thought he was the weak pushover," Stanley frowned, attempting to retract his hand. But Andrew's grip remained unyielding, crushing Stanley's fist gradually, despite the size difference.

Memories of years of bullying flooded Andrew's mind—Stanley shoving his head into toilets, forcing him to drink from them. All the anger he had endured fueled the intensity of his strike. With every ounce of rage, he tightened his grip on Stanley's fist, inflicting excruciating pain.

Stanley fought back the urge to scream, refusing to disgrace himself. He gritted his teeth, desperately trying to free his hand.

"Are you guys seeing what I'm seeing?" Some of the crowd exclaimed in astonishment, their eyes fixed on Stanley's bright red face. The visible agony he endured left no doubt about the pain he was experiencing.

*Ccccrack!*

The sound of Stanley's wrist bones echoed through the room, sending a shiver down everyone's spine.

"Eeeeeehhhhh!"

Stanley's piercing scream echoed through the air, filling the surroundings with his terror-stricken cry.

A man, appearing to be in his late forties and wearing a suit that struggled to contain his fat belly, hurriedly made his way towards the commotion. He pushed his way through the dense crowd, determined to know the cause of the gathering. As he finally reached the center, he witnessed Andrew firmly gripping Stanley's hands while Stanley continued to scream in distress.

The man's astonishment grew as he observed the contrast between the slender figure of Andrew and the towering, robust stature of Stanley. It was expected that Stanley would have the upper hand, but the tables had turned in Andrew's favor.

"What on earth is happening here?" the man bellowed, his voice cutting through the attention of both the onlookers and the fighters.