Ken stumbled, his footwork faltering. Sam's swift jab had caught him off guard, exposing the gaps in his defense like an open door.
"You're relying too much on brute force," Sam observed, his tone neutral as a referee. "A good fighter adapts, Ken. Even though I'm defending with only my fists, you still haven't land a single attack on me."
Ken gritted his teeth, frustration etched on his face. "Can't you see? I'm trying everything I can. But you're just too fast."
He thought that due to how the blood beam skill had destroyed the white space, it would be strong enough to defeat Sam, but then he realised that he must have been mistaken.
With his only attack, blood beam, not working on Sam, Ken could only reply on his fists, but that too was easily blocked by him. He had nothing else he could use to attack him, he was just circling around, throwing out the same attack.
