'I knew it, even with this power ups, I can't win against him.'
Dean thought as he got pushed backwards by the impact of Saleos' fist punch. It is a miracle that his body was able to adjust to the power ups he got and it is all thanks to the training he did during the past six months.
'I will just do what I am good at.'
The young Dean regained his footing and looked at his opponent. He knew it was a losing fight, the world's strongest against the world's weakest, but he just wished for the story of the tortoise and the rabbit to happen.
Saleos was feeling a little bothered, his finger had broken from the clash. He is the strong one anyone could tell that just from his posture, yet he allowed himself to get injured.
"It seems you have little strength behind that big mouth of yours."
"You are not good at it."
"What am I not good at?"
"Mind games. You are stupid."
