Two people who beat their opponents in the first match faced each other. A coin toss was about to take place.
"There is no need; those who come before me can take the first hit!"
Sukrucuk was confident; announced that it would give the right to start its rivals to the whole field. It was quite a movement; our tank did what it would do, even though it made its opponent angry.
In the end, number 13 was someone who had gone a step further. He didn't like being treated like a child. He took the line towards Sukrucuk's outstretched neck and slapped it, that hollow voice again. Despite not wearing a helmet, our tank's defense was solid. It was difficult for ordinary contestants to deal with him.
This time, our tank knocked out its opponent using the power of its right arm. Three people carried number 13, sitting on his ass that way.
