Drip Drip Drip Drip Drip Drip Drip Drip
With the steam still billowing around, Silas seized the moment of confusion. Using his System Connector, he directed a surge of wind through the steam, creating a whip-like arm that cut through the mist with precision. Blasting out of the steam, he emerged like a phantom, his arm elongated and whip-like, aiming directly for Lucas's chin.
The whip arm struck with swift and calculated precision, the impact landing squarely on Lucas's sharp chin. The force of the blow reverberated through the mist, and for a brief moment, the sound of impact echoed in the steam-filled battlefield.
Lucas, taken by surprise, felt the blow connect, causing his head to snap back. The lingering steam, still swirling in the aftermath, added a surreal quality to the scene. And just before he could hit the ground, unconscious as a rock, he used his crazy strong leg and abdominal muscles to reel his entire upper body forward… only to be met with an axe kick that used the parallel forces to smash the boy unconscious.
Using a quick blast of wind, Silas dispersed the rest of the steam, wiped the sweat from his brow, and stared at the unconscious boy beneath him. The fire extinguishers' rain continued to hail as hard as it could, almost displaying the extinguishing of this boy's fiery spirit into a plane of temporary darkness.
"Huff… huff… huff… son of a bitch-"
Suddenly, the world flipped upside down and a cold expression met his reversed body. It was Lucas once again, but without even the slightest sound, signaling, or metronome, he had tossed Silas one hundred eighty degrees upside down.
Silas reached out his hands to try and catch himself, but Lucas was too quick. With an explosive start from his Infernician abilities connected to his legs, he tackled Silas backward, who was already still upside down. So, his neck folded backward and he felt a sharp pain practically melt through his spine and lats.
Attempting to regain his advantage, he quickly grabbed Lucas's wet shirt and attempted to toss him, only to full realize the difference in their physiques and strength. Underneath what were baggy clothes, even now weighed down by soaking water, he had a build shaped by the gods.
He was truly a prodigy in terms of talent and hard work. When it came to talent, he was able to wield two glyphstones effortlessly, although at the obvious drawback of external help with containing two glyphstones within his body. And when it came to hard work… well, nothing was needed but to just take a look at his rippling muscles at the ripe age of 12.
FWOOSH
Silas was tossed across the room in an instant as soon as he felt his opponent effortlessly grip his right shoulder and his chest. He crashed into the fancy wall, leaving nothing but a scratch due to his incredibly low weight.
"You bastard… you tricked me. You're not a grappler," Silas heaved as the boy in front of him arrogantly stared down at him. "Judo… is it?"
The primary objective of Judo is multifaceted, encompassing a strategic interplay of techniques and principles that define its essence as both a martial art and a sport. At its core, Judo seeks to achieve victory by utilizing an opponent's force against them, emphasizing the concept of "maximum efficiency, minimum effort." This involves executing precise throws, takedowns, or groundwork techniques to control and subdue the adversary.
Judo practitioners, or judoka, employ a combination of gripping, footwork, and dynamic throws to gain dominance. Whether through a skillful throw that disrupts an opponent's balance or a precise ground control leading to a submission hold, the objective is to achieve superior positioning, scoring points in competitions or attaining practical self-defense in real-world scenarios.
The overarching goal is not merely victory in physical combat but also the development of mental discipline, sportsmanship, and a deep respect for the principles that underlie the "gentle way" philosophy of Judo.
"Not so gentle, are you?" Silas muttered, wiping a bit of blood from his lip and taking that same royal stance once more.
"There is no need to be gentle in a fight," Lucas smiled, taking a grappler stance once more, clearly displaying a sleight proficiency in it.
'He wouldn't have taken that same stance if he didn't know grappling or wrestling… must be a minor in grappler or wrestling and a major in Judo. Either way, I still have to be careful of getting close to him, so…'
Just as Silas was about to form another gust of wind, he heard a loud sound ping through his ears and rattle in his brain.
Clink… Crink… CRACK
Silas watched in horror as the light spray of water from the fire extinguishers turned into a ripping stream that echoed through the chamber of toiletries. From all four metal knobs, now completely blown off, the water darted towards Lucas who was swiftly and easily manipulated the liquid.
'What? Is it possible to control external elements? Is it an element-specific glyphstone feature? No, it's something I've missed… it's not like Sheek was creating new time to use… he was manipulating the time around him.'
"You know, I've been wondering," Lucas muttered, creating sparks of fire from his palm that rapidly heated up the water surrounding him. "Why aren't you using that same deadly technique on me? The one from before where you instantly ended the match…"
Bum Bum
Silas could feel his heartbeat thump within his chest as an overwhelming amount of bloodlust rushed toward him. He was planning on killing him, not just knocking him out. This was a life-or-death situation.
"Foooooo… Because this match would've ended too quickly," Silas smiled as wide as he could, to the point even his eyes were about to pop out of his skull.
"Lies," Lucas replied. Our main character's smile instantly faded into a cold gaze. "You're too scared of using it. I saw your expression after the match… you're nothing but a fucking pussy when it comes to using your God-given gifts."
"Who the hell do you think you're talking to?"
A vein strained against Silas's neck.