I Started Surviving in Viral Clips

A modified off-road truck smashed through the corner barrier, and four masked men poured in with clean, professional movement. They weren't normal street thugs. Each carried a short baton tipped with a glowing chip that made the metal shelving around them scream with vibration. "Found him," the leader said with a grin. "Black-market order. Alive is worth more than dead." Noah's mind went white-hot. He had no training, no combat background, no one teaching him how to fight men with weapons. But the vibration lines came back, turning the whole room into a transparent skeleton. When the first baton swung, he didn't dodge. He pushed down along the tremor in the attacker's wrist. The baton flew loose and ricocheted off the steel frame.