Joe had done the move he wanted to for so long he knew it did not work the moment he punched Newdeath, no, he knew it wouldn't work even before he did it, so why would Joe injure his hand so badly on an attack that he knew wouldn't even work? Joe was a believer that even a cornered rat would bite the cat, however Joe would only be comparing his own life to that of a rat, besides no matter how hard it tries, a rat can never beat a lion and that is exactly what Newdeath was, a lion roaring over and toying with t he rat until it sinks it's giant fangs into the rat killing it instantly from the size and force alone. However to Joe none of that mattered, at the moment he had already won, for years he wanted to surpass human exspectations he wanted to prove a human who put enough work in could break science, he never really did like those with powers or super suits which is why he lost respect for Mekix when he got his powers despite not knowing the reason behind it. Joe wanted to surpass science itself and literaly do the impossible, and he succeded by miles and it only took 86 years the lifespan of a normal human, his whole boxing career, 782 stitches, 129 broken bones, 592 drops of blood, the loss of his dad, the loss of his boxing school, the loss of his best student,some sanity, 6 severe burns, 2 concussions, 1 tooth, 1 kidney, torn muscles, and now his hand. Joe looked down at his left hand which he honetsly could not feel anymore and no wounder, all of his fingers were twisted like silly straws, bone sticking out from most of them as shart at a blade, his finger nails destroyed, the tendons and bone could be seen in his palm, and his hand was drenched in blood and pouring on to the floor like a school water fountain as his boxing tape was beautifly colored red, like magical paint. Joe could not help but chuckle at this, it was ironic even though Joe was right handed, it is siad that a boxer's left hand is as important as his right, it is used for the jabs to get the opponent weak befor knocking them out with the right hand. But Joe did not see it as a loss because his hand was still there, sure it was messed up but it was there and until it was gone he would keep using because if a boxer does not use his fist then he can not be called a boxer, beesides Joe was used to fighting professional matches with a broken hand or two and coming out on top, the pain was simply his fist cheering. But there was no pain now, there was just blood, this was his fist crying, but why? He punched at the speed of sound? It was because he had not reached his peak yet, he knew he could go further much futher! He looked at Newdeath who In under 1/5 a microsecond unleashed a devastating thunderclap. The thunderclap had a ridiculous amount of physical force, enough to literally shatter every bone in Boxer Joe's body to dust. But that wasn't the deadly chessmaster's intention, by using the capabilities of the Brain Burrowers and the ND-N.S., Newdeath reduced the amount of kinetic energy in the powerful shock-wave, it was precisely the right amount required to knock Joe unconscious with the overwhelming physical force. The. entire attack was unleashed well under the speed of thought
However despite this Joe stood there with a puzzled look on his face, the attack was like slow motion still Joe muttered at Newdeath "I know your fist are not cheering, they must be crying because you too have not reached your potential, your peak. Are we worthy of out fist, no at this moment we are not but I soon will be...." The shockwave was getting closer, why was he not blown away yet, was this the time where he was supposed the rember every event in his life? His first fight, his first lesson, his first beating, his first love, first kiss, losing his virginity? It was so warm, too comforting for it to be a dangerous attack, was god having mercy on him? Joe hoped not, he wanted the pain so he could walk out with a new scar to brag about, everyday Joe wanted a scar, if he did not get one that only meant he did not fight or train hard enough, it was never because of his opponent. The blast was taking foever, Joe closed his eyes, he could not moves anything but he mouth and eyes and even that seemed slow. He remebered back at his dojo, his trainer, no, his second father taught him everything there was to know abour boxing.
70 years ago: Brooklyn NewYork
In Brooklyn New York, Joe old home, right in the middle of it was Joe's Gym, and there ws Joe Jam as always for the past 12 years punching away at a punching bag while his trainer Joe Schnider, watched his from behind the ropes of the ring. Joe Jam was 16 now, he had beeing boxing since he was was 4 years old when his father gave him his first lesson that christmas morning, and he had a natural talent for it, there was not a day that went by that Joe did not go there and trained until his fist bled and his muscles sore. Joe's trainer got out some Root beer for them both and handed one to Joe, his trainer's face was pink from the heat, he was so old that shock or surprised no longer registered in his body, his skin was so pale that if you shined a flash light on his hand you would be able to see all the viens and whatnot inside his hand. He growled "So Joe tell me, whats wrong? You haven't been yoursefl, I mean I know you like to train hard but now it seems like you are trying to vent out more anger than anything." "Joe Jam looked up at his trainer with a sigh "Well, it's that match from last week, with Micheal Porario and David Bower, those two kids are good. But Micheal still dominated with no mercy...!" Joe's trainer raised an eyebrow "So? Micheal is on out team, and that was a good match." Joe Jam took a sip of his soda "I know but the thing is Micheal, he's different, don't ask me how he just is. I think he might even be a genius yeah." Joe's trainer smirked a bit "Well, sure, he's smart 'n' all... But he's, like, so quiet....He's always reading or daydreaming.... How's a guy like that wind up scaring a guy like you?! Shouldn't it be the other way around?" Joe blinked for a few seconds and then took another gulp of soda and looked up at the ceiling, the worn out fan that didn't help at all spinning above him " I don't think he feels. At least not the same way we do. Ever see him happy? Sad? angry, anything? Even after winning a big match? It's like he has no passion for boxing, he acts, but he does so perfectly, that is what scares me the most." Joe's trainer pated joe on the shoulder and smiled brigthly, his eyes almost closed as he spoke in an old calm voice "How would you become stronger? Try to push past your limits, you seek strength by way of forfeiture. Hmm... Is strength so important does it mean so much to you that you would betray who you are, and then what? Tell me Jow who is stronger than he who knows himself? How can there be strength without self-awarness? There cannot. Self awarness makes us real, find out what makes you real and you will find true strength." Joe's trainer got up and went into the back closet, after a few minutes of searching he came back out with a long black whip smiling "Joe, did you know a simple whip can create a sonic boom? But here is the funny thing, the sonic boom is not created when the whip strikes but rather when the whip is pulled back." His trainer demonstrated, the whipe lashed out like a cobra attacking it's prey, his trainer then pulled back and a loud "CRACK" could be heard "That Joe, was the sonic boom, not as impressive as you might have though but a sonic boom is only as big as the person creating it. A whip has a thousand joints which is why it can move this free the sonic boom happens at the recoil, but a human arm does not, the strongest punch in the world, too strong to block and too fast for any human to dodge the mach punch, an old man can ream right? hahahaha. But remember Joe, the still waters will always triumpth over the raging currents..." Those words echoed in Joe's mind.
Present time, Newdeath vs Boxer Joe
Joe opened his eys again with a bright smile "Like still water, a free whip, it's strength comes from it's limits, from pullling back not moving forward, I had only beein moving forward for my whole life. For thee sake of boxing and my bride, I will do it, I will look past myself break every limit, my fist are not cheering, I can do better." The blast was now only inches from Joe's face "BOOM!!!" smoke clouded the air and slowly dissappeared, Joe was standing there with his leg out, he had kicked the blast with less power than it had by using the chockwave of his sonic kick to not over power that attack but negate it instead. "It is said that when two boxer's of equal power step into the ring, the one who wins is the one most hungry for victory, so tell me Newdeathh ow hungry are you, because I am absolutly starving...! What does you beast, your inner beast look like? I know I'm not as strong as you, no, not even close, but I want this more!" Joe's leg was messed up almost as much as his left hand, but Joe ran anyway leaving a trail of blood behind him Joe brok his limit this time with his right fist he used a simple straight boxing jab at Newdeath as Joe thought to himself "To use this strike you move past the point of no return...You strike like your whole life depends on it! Needless to say,you must be prepared to lose everything you hold dear,this srtike is the last thing you will do with faith and conviction. If one wishes to break the sound barrier, there is a price to pay. To resist the shockwave with his bare hands...This is what happens when humans break the sound barrier...." Joe launched a punch at 761.2 mph
The sonic boom was 10x bigger than Joe's whole body, the entire arean shook, the birds from outside flew away, the sound echoed, this punch was like still water, it was not so much meant to actualy hurt Newdeath as it was to send the sound of the sonic boom directly into his brain to cause deafness and paralize him. All the skin and muscle on Joes arm were gone, nothing more than cracked bone and hanging globs of flesh, several of his fingers were snapped in half his hand was destroyed the pain was out of this world, Joe appreaciated that, he had won, he had surpassed the limits, he surpassed himself.