FALLEN KINGS
A Baki x Lookism Crossover Fanfiction
CHAPTER 3: ONE MINUTE WAR
Oliva moved first.Not with the casual arrogance of someone toying with prey, but with the calculated efficiency of a man who'd fought wars. His massive frame blurred—impossibly fast for someone his size—and his fist screamed toward Gun's face.Gun's instincts, honed through years of Seoul street fights, kicked in. He slipped left, striking at Oliva's exposed ribs with a devastating counter—The blow connected. Gun felt his knuckles make contact with solid muscle.Nothing happened.Oliva didn't even flinch."Nice try, kid," Oliva said, almost gently, before his backhand caught Gun across the jaw.The world spun. Gun tasted copper and concrete as he hit the warehouse floor, sliding ten feet before crashing into a pillar. His vision doubled. His jaw felt dislocated.Five seconds.Daniel's foresight screamed warnings as his perfect body moved, UI activating on pure instinct. He saw Oliva's follow-up—a crushing stomp aimed at Gun's skull—and intercepted with a flying kick.His shin connected with Oliva's arm.It felt like kicking a steel beam.Oliva caught Daniel's leg mid-strike, his grip like a hydraulic press. "The famous two-body fighter," he mused, examining Daniel with genuine curiosity. "Interesting trick."Then he swung Daniel like a baseball bat.Daniel's small body, still recovering from processing the foresight data, could only watch in horror as his perfect body was used as a weapon—slammed into Goo, who'd been charging from the flank.Both fighters went down in a tangle of limbs.Ten seconds.Johan didn't hesitate. His eyes had been tracking every micro-movement, every weight shift, every breath Oliva took. He'd copied the man's stance, his rhythm, his killing intent—And he struck.A perfect replica of Oliva's own opening move, executed with Seoul-fighter speed and precision.Oliva blocked it casually with one hand. "Good eyes. You saw the technique." His other hand shot out, catching Johan by the throat. "But you didn't see this coming."He lifted Johan off the ground one-handed, the boy's feet kicking uselessly. "Copying requires understanding. You saw the movement. But you didn't understand the decades of strength conditioning behind it."Johan's vision was starting to fade when Vasco's roar echoed through the warehouse.Fifteen seconds.The big man charged like a bull, ignoring his injuries, ignoring fear, ignoring common sense. Pure, reckless courage propelled him forward.Oliva dropped Johan and turned, genuinely impressed. "Now that's what I'm talking about! A real man's fighting spirit!"Vasco's punch carried every ounce of his considerable strength—the same punch that had demolished countless opponents in Seoul, that had earned him his reputation as an unstoppable force.Oliva caught it with his palm."Not bad," Oliva said, his smile widening. "You've got about fifteen percent of my strength. For a kid your age, that's remarkable."He squeezed.Vasco's scream of pain cut through the warehouse as bones began to crack.Twenty seconds.Goo came from nowhere—literally nowhere—his pipe striking from an angle that shouldn't have been physically possible. He'd used the chaos, the distraction, every trick in his unpredictable arsenal to land one clean hit.The pipe connected with Oliva's temple.The steel pipe bent."Creative," Oliva said, not even turning his head. Still holding Vasco's crushed hand, he kicked backward—a casual, lazy motion that nonetheless carried enough force to send Goo flying across the entire warehouse.Twenty-five seconds.Gun forced himself up, jaw hanging at an unnatural angle. Through blurred vision and blinding pain, he saw his team—his survivors—being systematically destroyed.Twenty-five seconds. They had to last thirty-five more.It was impossible."Baki," Gun slurred through his broken jaw. "Help.""No," Baki's voice came from the sidelines, cold and unwavering. "This is your lesson."Daniel's perfect body struggled to its feet, UI trying desperately to calculate an optimal solution. There was none. Every scenario ended in defeat. Every angle was covered. Every weakness in Oliva's defense required strength they simply didn't possess.Thirty seconds."You know what's funny?" Oliva said conversationally, releasing Vasco, who collapsed in a heap. "Lord Hanma told me you five were special. That you had potential." He walked slowly toward the center of the warehouse, where all five fighters were now struggling to stand. "But I don't see it. I see Seoul district kids who got lucky. Who mistake local dominance for real power."He spread his arms wide. "Thirty seconds left. Come at me together. Use everything you've learned. Show me this 'potential' that made Baki betray his own blood."Thirty-five seconds.Something shifted in the air.Gun met Daniel's eyes. No words were needed. They'd fought together too many times, survived too many impossible situations.Daniel's small body activated its foresight awakening. Not to predict Oliva's attacks—that was futile. But to predict the openings created by his teammates' movements.Gun, jaw broken, couldn't speak commands. But his killing intent flared—a signal, a rhythm, a battle language only Seoul fighters understood.Goo's unpredictability wasn't random. It was chaos with purpose.Johan's copying wasn't mimicry. It was evolution.Vasco's courage wasn't recklessness. It was absolute faith in his brothers.Forty seconds.They moved as one.Vasco charged head-on—the obvious, stupid, predictable move. Oliva prepared to swat him aside again—But this time, Vasco dropped into a slide at the last second, Daniel's small body using him as a springboard, launching upward while Gun attacked low, Johan struck mid-level from the left, and Goo's bent pipe came whistling from the right at an impossible angle.Five strikes. One moment. Perfect synchronization.Oliva's eyes widened slightly—the first sign of genuine surprise.He blocked Gun. Dodged Johan. Caught Daniel's kick. Deflected Goo's pipe—Vasco's sliding tackle connected with his ankle.For the first time since the fight began, Oliva stumbled. Just slightly. Just for a fraction of a second.But it was enough.Forty-five seconds.The five fighters didn't celebrate. They pressed the advantage, muscle memory and Seoul gang-fighting instincts taking over. They'd perfected this kind of coordinated assault through years of crew wars.Gun's broken jaw didn't matter when his kicks could still flow like water. Daniel's two bodies created angles that shouldn't exist. Johan copied each teammate's rhythm, becoming a mirror that multiplied their force. Goo struck from blindspots that only existed in his chaotic mind. Vasco absorbed punishments meant to kill, creating openings through sheer endurance.Fifty seconds.Oliva was no longer smiling. His defenses had become serious. Professional. Lethal.But the five fighters had stopped trying to hurt him. They'd realized the truth in the first ten seconds—they couldn't damage this monster.They just had to survive.Fifty-five seconds.Gun took a punch that should have killed him, rolled with it, created space for Daniel. Daniel's foresight bought Johan a split-second advantage. Johan's copied movements confused Oliva's targeting for a heartbeat. Goo's unpredictable interference disrupted rhythm. Vasco's indomitable spirit kept them all standing when their bodies screamed to quit.Fifty-eight seconds.Fifty-nine.Sixty.Silence.Everyone froze. The warehouse was destroyed—pillars cracked, floor cratered, blood splattered everywhere.All five Seoul fighters were still standing. Barely. Gun's jaw was definitely broken. Daniel's perfect body had cracked ribs. Johan's throat was purple with bruising. Goo's arm hung at a wrong angle. Vasco was swaying on his feet, more blood than skin visible.But they were standing.Oliva stared at them for a long moment. Then, slowly, his smile returned—but different now. Respectful."One minute," he said quietly. "You actually lasted one minute." He looked over at Baki. "You were right. They do have potential."He turned to leave, then paused at the warehouse entrance. "A piece of advice, kids. What you just did—that coordination, that trust, that refusal to quit—that's the only reason you're alive. Raw power alone won't beat Lord Hanma's network." His expression turned serious. "But smart fighters who know how to use each other's strengths? That might actually work."He glanced back one more time. "I'll report that I found nothing. But Baki—your father will figure it out eventually. And when he does..." Oliva's smile faded entirely. "May God have mercy on you all."Then he was gone, vanishing into the Seoul night.The silence that followed was broken only by Vasco collapsing, finally surrendering to his injuries.Baki walked forward, his expression unreadable. "Sixty-one seconds, actually. But I'll allow it."Gun spat blood, his words slurred but defiant. "We... passed?""You survived," Baki corrected. "That's not the same as passing." He looked at each of them in turn. "But you proved something important. You can adapt. You can coordinate. You can overcome gaps in individual power through teamwork."He helped Gun sit down, began assessing injuries. "Oliva was right about one thing—what you just did, that moment of perfect synchronization? That's your greatest weapon. Not individual strength. Not copying. Not unpredictability. But the ability to fight as one unit."Daniel's small body, still processing everything, asked weakly: "Is it enough? Against Yujiro?"Baki's expression darkened. "No. Not even close." He pulled out first aid supplies. "But it's a start. And now that Oliva's seen it, the rest of the network will start taking you seriously.""Is that good or bad?" Goo groaned."Both," Baki said grimly. "It means they'll send stronger opponents next time. But it also means you're worth training properly." He looked up at the broken warehouse ceiling. "Oliva gave you a gift tonight. He showed you the gap. Now you know what you're up against."Gun forced himself to focus through the pain. "How long... until we can beat someone like him?"Baki was quiet for a moment. "With conventional training? Five years. Maybe ten.""We don't have five years," Johan rasped."I know," Baki said. "That's why we're not using conventional training." His eyes gleamed with something dangerous. "Starting tomorrow, I'm going to break every limitation you think you have. I'm going to push you past human endurance. And by the time we're done..."He smiled—that wild, Hanma smile."You'll be monsters."