The two fighters fiercely attacked each other, continuing to punch without stopping. Only one of them was able to show his emotions, and it was vivid pain, but even it couldn't stop Jarin from trying to win.
"Fall!" Jarin exclaimed, clenching his fist tightly and bringing it down from top to bottom on his opponent's face.
The Dark Boxer attempted his best move, the uppercut, again, but Jarin tilted his head back in advance, dodging the cold, stone fist.
Bam.
The ice and the Dark Boxer's back made contact while stone fragments flew off his head, releasing light.
At the same moment, a hand of light appeared beside Dark Boxer, starting a countdown.
Crackle. Crackle. Crackle.
Dark Boxer tried to get up, but each time he fell again. His strength had long since run out, and so had Jarin's, so Dark Boxer had reached his limit.
