"Argh, this is more boring than I thought. Anyway, it'll be the easiest one hundred and fifty gold ingots," muttered Jackshaw, and dashed at his opponent.
With his fist covered with a light white electric-based energy, he punched. Casually, Prince Zokaka hit back.
There was a vast air resistance in between their fists as they met. Bang! To everyone's surprise, it blasted Jackshaw away, trailing a mixture of thin red mist in the air, and rolling on the dusty ground, eating dirt.
What was more shocking than that was the reaction from the crowd! This was quite reasonable, considering his former reputation.
"How is this even possible!" Staggering, Jaguar Jackshaw stood up gradually and said, "You're the infamous Trash Prince." His eyes filled with surprise.
"You're correct," Zokaka responded. "Still, it's pitiful that you can't even last a move."
