"The next match will be announced soon, and there's a chance it will be our turn. Prepare yourself, Ives." Biscuit cracked her knuckles as she adjusted her breathing.
"I'm always ready," he said, clenching his fists.
"Second match!" The Examiner announced.
"That's you, Biscuit. Good luck." Ives patted the girl's shoulder. "And don't hold back."
"O-okay." No smile, only seriousness in his eyes. Biscuit was surprised. Since when could this man be this serious? But he looked so cool!
"Okay! I'm ready!" Biscuit made a fist bump motion and immediately climbed up onto the Arena.
A moment later, a man in military-style clothing stepped onto the Arena. The man had many scars, especially on his face. There's a slash scar from his left cheek to his upper right! Another very prominent feature on his face was his mustache and eyebrows, which were strangely protruding. Biscuit's opponent this time was not to be underestimated.
"Prepare yourself, lil girl. I apologize in advance if I might break some of your bones, " the man said in a hoarse voice. Icy aura, deadly gaze, just looking at him, you could guess this man must be a professional!
"Please guide me." Biscuit answered in short.
"Fight!"
Like smoke, the man's figure immediately melted into his surroundings.
"Th-this?" Biscuit frowned. She could still see him, but for some reason, his figure seemed much blurrier and blended in with the surroundings. Could this be the opponent's skill?
'Right!' Biscuit's eyes widened. She quickly made a defensive pose with her arms, and Bam! As the opponent's punch made contact with her, she felt her body being thrown to the side. Gritting her teeth, she somersaulted and landed in a squat pose.
Hissing, Biscuit felt a sharp sting from her right arm, and her hand was still shaking. One punch, just one punch, and she could already feel how powerful the opponent was!
"Hmm, you're stronger than I thought." The man retracted his fist and stood up straight. That's not full power, but not a half-hearted one. He never held back against anyone, whether men or women; this was his principle.
"And I thought you were just bragging, old man." Biscuit stood up and smiled. "It's exhilarating to fight an opponent as strong as you." After she spoke, her body immediately shot forward. Her fists clenched, she aimed for his face!
"Hmph!" The pro immediately blocked her fist with his palm. Quickly, he palm thrust her right on her vital point.
"Hnnnn!" Biscuit spat and fell to her knees. As if she had been hammered, she tightly held her stomach.
"Tch!" From outside the Arena, Ives frowned. Biscuit's opponent might be too strong; now, he was worried about her safety. He would step into the Arena to save her if he must.
"Sorry for that." That fierce-looking man said. "Can you still stand? If not, I advise you to surrender. No grouch." He advised.
"N-no need... I was too careless; I'll be more serious next time." Biscuit wiped her lips as she stared at him intensely. 'I can't lose, I wouldn't fail, and I don't wanna look pitiful in front of Ives!'
Without warning, Biscuit stomped and darted forward. Her fists were clenched, and Zaap! Like lightning, she immediately retaliated against her opponent's attack with a punch to the core!
That man made a side step and avoided the opponent's attack. But the unexpected happened: the girl launched a second attack from a blind spot!
"Hnnn!" He took a few steps back, holding back his scream through clenched teeth. 'Sh-she…' Make no mistake, he never underestimated his opponents. But this time was completely different; He was puzzled about how she could touch him. He had prepared a counterattack, and his reflexes were as they should have been, but she still managed to break through his defenses.
"Hehehe, amazing... You have some skills, lil girl." The man laughed in a low voice.
Moving sideways, her legs bent, with concentration, she launched a roundhouse kick.
He didn't expect a verbal answer but an attack, and the girl obliged.
Smiling faintly, the man began to enjoy the match. "On your right." He didn't even hesitate to give her instructions and cues.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Countless punches and kicks rang aloud inside the Arena.
Oddly enough, the male participant with prominent facial features seemed to enjoy this match, like... he no longer intended to win the fight and preferred to train... Biscuit?
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