"Eh? Huh?"
Packboy woke up with a red footprint on his right cheek. He was still lying on the ground and as his senses came back to him, he saw that Chihua was on top of him.
Pak*
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Pak*
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...
Chihua stood up and finally finished his job when Packboy's cheeks began to bleed.
"Okay, listen up!"
His temperament changed as he sweated. He unbuttoned his shirt to cool himself off. Some girls in the crowd had their hearts throbbed harder for a second there when Chihua combed his hair back.
"There is no time limit. The ten last-standing men will win. By last-standing, I mean literally standing. You can still hit those who dropped onto the ground to make sure that they will not be able to fight again. That's all."
Chihua then stepped back.
