My Girlfriends Are Hardcore Yanderes

"Let's get this over with. I'm tired," Asher yawned again.

He stepped forward, ready to end this nonsense.

Unknown to him, someone was watching from the shadows—the one responsible for everything.

'Pathetic humans,' the girl shook her head in disappointment.

Her plan to corner him had backfired. She realized that she had sent a bunch of rats into a tiger's den.

Especially the thug leader who was all talk, no action—he was useless.

'Alright, I'll help you, garbage,'

As her red eyes glowed brighter, the thug leader's aura transformed, his veins bulging beneath his skin, throbbing as if he had overdosed on steroids.

This was something she had given him—a substance that granted him a boost of strength in exchange for his own life.

Asher, with his sharp senses, noticed the change right away.

For the first time, he felt a little bit threatened, like his gut was telling him this guy was trouble.

'What did he take?' he wondered.

There were some rumors on the internet that certain drugs could boost someone's physical attributes, so he assumed that was the case.

'I just want to end this and get out of here.' Subtly, he adjusted his footing, letting down the plastic bag and bracing himself for any sudden attack.

Asher might not have any professional fighting training, but his instincts guided him to position himself in a more advantageous stance

Slowly, he brought his arms up to shield his face, keeping his elbows close. His left foot stepped forward at a slight angle, and he bent his knee, ready to move quickly.

He looked ready, and the weariness in his eyes faded, replaced by a focused gazed. 

The thug, on the other hand, began to grin manically as he felt the overwhelming power coursing through his body; it was intoxicating.

SWOOOSH!

The leader charged ahead, his step bursting with explosive power. He moved like a seasoned fighter, quick and powerful.

Asher remained composed; overthinking would only lead to unnecessary distractions His eyes locked onto the approaching opponent like a hawk zeroing on its prey.

He was the predator, not the other way around.

The attacker threw the first punch, a wide hook to the face.

He dodged the punch and quickly saw an opening, launching a left jab at the chin.

However, the opponent agilely jumped backward, narrowly avoiding the blow .

Asher stepped in, continuing to throw jabs, while his opponent grinned, easily dodging each strike, convinced he had the upper hand.

But then the thug leader suddenly stopped, realizing too late that Asher had lured him right into a wall.

SWOOOOSH!

Asher closed the distance and released a rapid one-two-three combo.

BAM!

The first right hook landed, hitting the thug's side hard.

BAM!

The second jab hit the shoulder, quick and precise.

BAM!

With a powerful cross, Asher forced the thug back to the wall. 

But despite the combo landing, it looked like the thug didn't even feel any pain; instead, he began fighting back.

'This guy is a bit tough,' Asher thought to himself. He was a hard hitter, and his enemy just absorbed his punches as if they were nothing.

The two continued their brawl, but it remained more in Asher's favor.

His enemy's swings were fast and powerful, but he managed to adjust and dodge them.

Surprisingly, as the fight progressed, Asher became even more lethal.

It was a natural effect; having been unrivaled before, he had never been pushed to go all out and improve himself.

This time, he found himself breaking his own limits and adjusting to the rising intensity of the fight. 

His punches became more precise, his movements refined.

Like a top predator, he relentlessly targeted the thug's weak spots—abdomen, cheek, chin.

Each strike was a calculated , and the tide of the brawl seemed to be turning in Asher's favor with every well-placed hit.

Top of Electrical Pole.

'How?' The girl with red eyes was shocked by what she was witnessing.

The thug leader, empowered by the drug, should have been the one overpowering Asher and pummeling him into the ground, not the other way around.

'Did my invention not work?' she questioned herself, struggling to find an explanation for what was happening.

While it was true that her drugs might not turn a human into an unbeatable fighting machine, it should have been sufficient to elevate an ordinary human to a heavyweight level in strength and a lightweight in speed.

Plus, with the added benefits of not feeling pain, he should have been able to endure being hit by a motorcycle and not be fazed, as her drugs disabled fear and pain receptors. 

'Then why does he look so pitiful right now?' the girl with red eyes wondered. 

It would have been acceptable if the thug were facing a demon, but she could sense none of that energy emanating from Asher.

It was just him, relying on pure brute strength and unmatched battle instinct.

'What am I looking at?' she smiled wryly.