Did my mocking work? Well, unfortunately, it didn’t. On the contrary, the brat stepped back when I pointed at him, increasingly wary of my actions.
Watching him recoil, I lowered my arm as I wondered if idiocy was a highly contagious disease.
The fight has just begun, but despite this, I have made several mistakes already in the short time it has been going on.
It was foolish to assume that this brat would understand a hand signal I know from my past life. After all, the giant had to be brusque in bumping his fists together for the first brats to attack each other, so a subtle move like mine wouldn’t be able to get into his hollow head.
Now with both arms at my sides, I slowly began to walk in his direction while slightly turning my head to look at the crowd around me, which I had ignored since the beginning of the fight.
They were silent. Not entirely quiet, as everyone’s personalities varied from each other, but compared to previous fights, their overall moods appeared more subdued. However, what the beasts did or didn’t do didn’t matter to me. My main focus was on the old man, who was standing, leaning on his cane while looking straight ahead or into the void.
‘It is good that he is showing the same indifference as before, but equally, it is due to this that I cannot tell how much attention he is paying to me’
Regret was born in my heart, but knowing that I could do nothing to change the past, I turned my eyes towards my opponent, thinking to end this as soon as possible.
Slowly, step by step, I approached him. I walked with my arms swinging at my sides, trying to appear as defenseless as possible. But, despite that, the brat kept backing away until his feet were firmly planted on the ground, apparently tired of running away.
Like a beast cornered against a wall, neither advancing nor retreating, his body leaned even further forward, preparing to pounce on me. In addition, the grunts coming out of his mouth grew louder and louder as the hairs on his chest and arms stood on end.
Without fear of his threats, I continued to advance until I reached a distance where I had to stop, for if I kept walking, I would not have time to cover myself when he ran to me.
Then, deciding that this was the right place, I carefully crouched down while keeping my eyes fixed on his every move and picked up a small stone, one a little bigger than a pebble, which, upon standing up, I threw at his head.
As expected, he dodged it, but that was the last straw that broke the camel’s back.
The sound of the stone hitting the trunk of a nearby tree was what marked the beginning of his run. He ran towards me to beat me to a pulp, but I had no intention of allowing him to do so, so I raised my guard again to block most of the damage from his attacks.
Actually, I hesitated to do it this time, as I would have liked to take advantage of my accelerated thinking to dodge each of his punhes, but, in the end, I decided not to take that risk due to the lack of experience I have in practice.
Because of my fear of failing to dodge, attack after attack rained down on me. Some of them were even different from the previous ones, for with his long, sharp nails, he scratched my unprotected ribs, forearms, and the back of my neck. The bastard was determined to do everything he could to hurt me.
It hurt, but it didn’t matter. I tried hard to forget the pain in my bones and muscles as I remembered the injuries I had suffered during my falls while training. I concentrated on thinking that his blows were nothing in comparison.
After waiting a while, when we both had our bodies covered in sweat, I attacked when I saw him getting careless again.
With my left arm, I threw a punch at him and saw it slowly travel toward his face, but my eyes also caught the moment when he moved to the side to dodge it.
What was I to do in this situation? My blow was bound to miss, for I could not change its direction in mid-motion. I had no such ability. What would happen to me if I missed it? I refused to find out.
So, knowing that my left fist would not hit him, I also used my right.
I aimed the second punch at the spot where I thought he would move to dodge the first one, but he also avoided it. The brat ducked a few centimeters away from my fist, leaving me at his mercy, having lost the protection provided by my two arms.
At that moment, I thought with all my strength. I forced my brain to devise a way to save me from this situation, and fortunately, I managed to do it in time.
With my arms still extended above his head, when he was about to hit me in the stomach, I lowered them towards him to tie them around his neck and then pulled his body to mine to apply a headlock.
I managed to get his head against my body, but he wouldn’t let me turn him around to put my elbow under his chin. Thus, I couldn’t choke him properly. To make matters worse, the damn punk struggled, throwing punches and scratches at my back to get free, yet I persevered, ignoring the pain until he came up with the fucking idea of biting my chest.
That’s when I couldn’t bear it anymore. Full of fury due to the discomfort, pain, and tiredness, I pulled us both down while trying to put pressure on his forehead so that his head would be the first to hit the ground.
My actions bore the expected fruit, for the bastard hit the back of his head hard. He did it as hard as I felt it on the back of my hands and chin.
We were on the verge of passing out for an instant. In my case, the strength in my arms loosened a little. In the meantime, his teeth released the part of my chest that was biting me. However, I was the one who recovered first, and turning his dazed body on the ground, I applied the necklock I had been hoping for.
I put strength in my arms that tied him, without thinking about the punctures I felt in the wound in my chest due to his back hair. I ignored it because I thought this would be enough to defeat him, but the brat did not want to give up, and with the support of his four limbs, he lifted us both to our feet.
When I realized that he still had plenty of strength and felt that he was about to imitate me by throwing himself on his back so that I would be the one to suffer from the fall this time, I changed my mind.
Taking advantage of the fact that my arms were longer than his, I released him with one of them to stretch him down and give him a severe blow in the balls. Also, when he screamed in pain, I threw him away as hard as I could, taking revenge for what he had done to me at the beginning of the fight.
The brat hit the ground hard, but it didn’t matter to him as he began to roll around like a worm while holding his sore parts.
Exhausted by the efforts I made, without losing sight of him, I touched my chest to check the severity of my wounds, only to be surprised to discover that my right nipple had disappeared. The son of a bitch ripped it off with his teeth before letting go.
I swear that anger almost clouded my senses, but with long breaths, I calmed myself while moving the soles of my feet in various directions.
Having ceased his pain, the brat lunged at me like an unleashed beast, with saliva coming out of his mouth, and seeing him so desperate for revenge, I raised the guard of my hands, but unlike before, this time, I did it imitating a boxer’s stance.
I waited for him to approach me to execute my next move, but I was shocked to see him jump in an attempt to grab my torso with his legs to put me in a headlock, just as I had done to him.
Of course, I didn’t allow him to do so, and breaking my guard, I pushed him in mid-flight with both arms.
The impulse I received pushed me half a step in the opposite direction, yet not wanting to miss this opportunity to execute my plan, with my right foot, I kicked the mound of fine soil that I had previously formed.
As a result of the poor positioning, both he and I ended up suffering from such a movement.
First of all, during my kick, my foot hit a stone that I had not noticed before, causing the nail of my big toe to break in half. As for him, as he fell on his two hands, with his face pointed to the ground, he received all the dust I threw at him with his eyes and mouth.
After that, overcoming my fear of putting weight on my injured foot, with a grunt of pain and determination, I advanced towards him quickly to try to land a couple of punches.
To no one’s surprise, he dodged them again, but that was something I had foreseen beforehand. So, using one of the moves I had been practicing lately, I delivered a powerful knee to his face that broke his nose.
A good hit. Such was an excellent blow, unequaled to all the previous ones I had connected with him. However, I did not come out of it unpunished, for while he was receiving it, the brat did not forget to give me back the pain I had caused him, that is, a punch in my lower parts.