Fury in the Outskirts, the Edge of Dragon Tempest Emperor Pistol

The outskirts of Yorknew City were an abandoned industrial zone, crowded with dilapidated factories and overgrown with weeds. The smell of machine oil and rust hung in the air. Far from the city proper, with no innocent passersby and no buildings to obstruct them, it was an ideal battlefield. Uvogin and Lin Ye shot into the industrial zone like two bolts of lightning. Uvogin moved incredibly fast, every step stamping a deep footprint into the ground. His Enhancement Type Nen enveloped him like a raging fire, and suffocating brutality radiated from his entire body. "Quit running, brat! Fight me head-on!" Uvogin roared, his fist packed with dense Nen as he swung at Lin Ye's back. The wind howled around his punch as though it would set the air ablaze. Lin Ye did not look back. Using Flash Shave, he darted and shifted between the factories, pushing Kami-e to its limit to evade each crushing punch by a hair's breadth. He was waiting-for Uvogin's stamina to drain, for his Nen to falter, for the perfect moment to counterattack. Uvogin's attacks grew increasingly savage. Every punch shattered an abandoned factory, sending rubble flying and shock waves sweeping through the entire industrial zone. But he was too slow, his movements stiff, his attacks devoid of technique. Relying entirely on brute force, he could not so much as touch Lin Ye. "Damn it! Is dodging all you can do?!" Uvogin grew more furious with every blow, battering the ground into a ruined mess without ever landing a hit. "Fight me head-on if you've got the guts!" "Head-on? You're not worthy yet." Lin Ye's voice drifted over from a distance, edged with mockery. "That brute strength of yours is nothing but a futile struggle against me." Those words enraged Uvogin completely. He stopped holding back