Continuing immediately after chapter 1:

In the Wasabi Warrior Academy, Jack Brewer stood before Carson Hunter and six of his henchmen, barely breathing hard after defeating them all in combat. They are joined by Kim, Milton, Jerry, and Rudy, who witnessed the 'fight' from the second landing. "Time to show you what I'm truly capable of. Guys," he said, turning to his friends, "can you do me a favor and stack twelve barbell weights them in a pile? I should be back by the time you're done." He then turned to the Black Dragons and sternly said, "Don't you dare move or harm my friends or things will get even worse for you!" Carson & the others nodded their heads.

He strolled into Falafel Phil's Bowl-n-Burger where he soon met up with the proprietor, Falafel Phil. "Jack! You've returned. I've missed you. How was your trip?" he asked.

"Just fine, Phil." he replied. "But I have no time to talk. Can I use one of your bowling balls?"

"Sure."

He plucked a bowling ball from the rack and went back to the Warrior Academy where the others had stacked the twelve weights. Jack then squeezed it in his hands. The ball crumpled like paper, its ceramic surface shattering into dust. Everyone gasped in unison.

"Whoa, Jack! How's that even possible?" Kim exclaimed.

Jack grinned. "Just getting started!"

He then approached the stack of weights, standing behind them to that the others can see. He raised his right hand up in a knife hand position and swung down. With a swift karate chop, he cleaved through the twelve weights, slicing them in half!

Next, he led them all outside where he ripped a signpost from the ground and bent it in half like a twisted paperclip. The metal creaked and groaned, surrendering to Jack's inhuman strength.

Carson looked at him with his mouth hanging open. "How is this possible! Only elite-level powerlifters & strongmen can do such a thing." he said.

"They never underwent the training I went through these last few months." Jack said. "And we can all agree that they can't do the following."

He then bent down and jumped several feet straight up in the air and landed on his feet without injury or needing to bend down.

After he landed, Milton's eyes went wide. "Holy Christmas nuts! You jumped 40 feet in the air?!" he said, barely able to process what he had just seen. "That's impossible! Human jump height records are, like, a fraction of that!"

"I'm not human anymore, Milton," Jack replied with a smirk. "I'm beyond that now."

Jack wasn't done yet. He moved to the back of a parked bus, crouched down, and lifted it from the rear end with his right hand. The bus tilted upward, its back wheels lifting off the ground. Jack held it there for a few moments before gently lowering it back down.

Rudy's jaw dropped. "You're seriously lifting a bus right now! How is this possible?"

"Training, my friends!" Jack beamed, putting the bus back down as if it weighed nothing.

"Let's take this to the next level. I've shown that I'm strong. Now let me show you the incredible speed I attained." He dashed to the end of the parking lot and gestured toward a speeding motorcycle that was cruising down the street. "Bet I can outrun that!"

"You're joking!" Rudy laughed, and Kim shook her head in disbelief.

But Jack merely smirked, his competitive nature ignited. As the motorcycle approached, he took off like a bolt of lightning, a blur against the asphalt. The motorcyclist, equally shocked, twisted the throttle, but Jack effortlessly matched and surpassed the bike's speed. He raced alongside it, feeling the heady rush of wind as he poured every ounce of energy into his legs, leaving the cyclist trailing in his wake.

With a triumphant grin, Jack stopped at the end of the street, waiting for the bewildered biker to catch up.

"Nice ride!" he called as the biker finally reached him, mouth agape and eyes wide.

Jack's triumphant energy led him back to his friends who were cheering, unable to comprehend what they had just witnessed.

Finally, Jack led them to a construction site, where a wrecking ball hung suspended from a crane. Jack stood before it and removed his shirt, showing a chiseled physique.

"Go ahead," he said to the crane operator.

The wrecking ball swung down, aimed directly at Jack's chest. Time froze as it struck him with a deafening clang...

but Jack didn't budge.

The wrecking ball struck him with incredible force only to bounce off his bare chest, its metal surface dented. Jack remained immovable; his chest unscathed. Turning to the others, he said, "That bit was the Iron Shirt technique."

Jerry said, "I remember hearing about it when we met the Shaolin Monks. It harnesses your chi energy to make your chest as hard as steel. It's temporary, though."

"That's true, Jerry. But I've mastered it to a degree they couldn't. Such as turning my entire body into steel!" said Jack.

"Woah, man. You're like a superhero now." said Jerry

Kim turned to the others, eyes shining. "Jack's unstoppable!" Kim exclaimed, a mix of disbelief and pride in her voice.

Milton nodded. "He's redefined the limits of human potential!"

All the while the six Black Dragons watched every moment. Fear was evident on their faces. As Jack approached them, bare chested and a scowl on his face, the seven of them backed up. They had all returned to the Wasabi Warrior Academy. Carson stammered out "Jack, you're... you're not human anymore."

Jack chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I'm still the same Jack, but now I'm unstoppable." With the other Wasabis watching from the window, Jack stared at the Black Dragons, started a bodybuilder posing routine, and said, "As you can see, I am now the most powerful person in the world. I have attained the next level of human power. You cannot hope to defeat me." His voice was low and steady, resonating with authority. With a wicked smirk on his face, Jack then said, "Now, get down on your knees and bow down before me!"

For a heartbeat, there was silence. The defeated Black Dragons exchanged uncertain glances. Then, Carson winced, finding himself caught in Jack's unwavering gaze. "B-bow? To you? You think you're a god?"

Jack's expression darkened and he balled his fists tighter. "BOW, TO THE ALL-MIGHTY JACK, PITIFUL WORMS!"

With a mix of fear and disdain, the gang members knelt, the weight of Jack's prowess overwhelming their resistance. One by one, they bowed, heads lowered, acknowledging the suffocating power he wielded.

"NOW KISS MY FEET!" Jack commanded; each word punctuated by the gravity of his presence.

As if in a trance, Carson and his minions obeyed. One by one, they lined up to Jack. Carson got down on his knees and kissed his bare feet. "I acknowledge you, all-mighty Jack." he said. After him, the other six, one by one, followed suit, acknowledging his supremacy. Jack laughed at them and flexed his biceps. It was a very rare moment for him, taking pleasure in other people's misery. But he earned it, and they deserved it. They were broken. Defeated. And they had witnessed something that would haunt them for the rest of their lives: Jack Brewer, a fighter unlike any other.

When it was over, Jack surveyed the groveling gang. "Let this be a lesson. If you mess with the Wasabi Warriors, you mess with me. The Wasabi Warrior Academy is under my protection. And I will use my new abilities to protect the weak. Now leave, never return, and spread the word!"

Carson nodded. "We will." he said. He and his men quickly got up and ran out of the building in absolute fear. Moments after they did, Rudy, Kim, Jerry, and Milton ran in. Jack wasn't sure how they would react. Fortunately, he had little to worry about.

As the tension dissipated, Jack turned to his friends, who stared at him in awe. "That was intense," Kim said, shaking her head. "But I think you really scared him straight."

Jack shrugged, still processing the confrontation. "I just want to set an example. Like I told Carson, I want to still protect Seaford and help people," Jack replied, his voice steady. "But I also want to make sure you guys know I've got your backs, no matter what."

"Speaking of backs, look at yours." said Jerry, eying Jack's muscular backside.

"There's still one little thing." chimed Rudy. The others turned to him with worried looks on their faces. "How will Phil react when he hears that Jack destroyed one of his bowling balls?"

With laughter filling the dojo, Jack felt a wave of camaraderie wash over him. But the message was clear: nothing could harm the Wasabi Warriors, and nothing can stop Jack Brewer.