In the Federation, laid a large arena. White sand covered the entire arena, reaching a depth of 5 cm. Beside it were large benches, where potential audience sometimes watched the matches, cheering for their favourite fighter.
But today, no such audience gathered. The entire arena was cordoned, tightly guarded by five very powerful martial artists. Jake did not what stage they were at, for he did not know how to distinguish between each stage. Yet he could still distinguish that they were very powerful, for the surrounding air kept on distorting around them. Their serious, yet composed expression detailed the severity of the situation.
Feeling unsettled, Jake just followed closely behind Strados. As they both stepped onto the arena, one of the guards broke away from the formation, heading to the rooms at the back. He returned with two gloves, as well as fighting chalk powder. On the side laid some healing salves, laid in haphazard manner, some clearly used.
It won't be that bad, right? As Jake gulped in anxiety, the rough voice called out " Hey boy, get ready. Don't take it personally, think of it as... a final test of sorts. Oh, and don't worry, i will lower myskef to the same stage as you, so you won't feel too much pain." Opposite to Jake was Strados, putting on tbe gloves on both hands, dusting himself with the chalk. Jake didnthe same, and they entered the arena.
A small referee bot hovered from a hole on the side of the arena, raised its arms, and waved the flag.
Begin
With a loud thud, Jake hurtled himself towards Strados, face etched in deep concentration, unwilling to give up. Smiling from ear to ear, Strados bumped both of his fists, before preparing himself to take on Jake's punch.
With a loud thump Jake landed his solid punch, only to feel as if he had struck a larger ocean, absorbing all of his punch as nothing much. Grinning, Strados, lifted his right arm, before thwacking Jake on his back. Feeling danger for his life, Jake sidestepped to the right, aiming to kick Strados on his right leg, aiming to knock him down. Yet even this kick felt as of he was kicking all of the earth. Realising the futility of his actions, Jake backed up considerably, creating a distance between them, trying his bets to catch his breath.
Realising his intent, Strados simply grinned again, veins bulging, before closing in on him. Jake, realising that he has no choice left, got back into position, and launched himself into Strados. Fists, legs, and even heads clashed against each other, each trying to reign supreme over the other. Jake, though not bleeding, got badly beaten, yet Strados had no bruise, not even a skin burn, showing his resilience over the matter.
Feeling tired, Jake attempted to negotiate with Strados "Feeling tired old man? We both know that's impossible to beat me, so let's call ot a drive and end with draw." Laughing boisterous, "No need to do that. I will unleash my final blow, and if you can withstand it, I will willingly concede, giving you the win." Feeling that he's notifying, Jake begrudgingly agreed, believing that it won't be that bad.
Suddenly, stram emerged from Strados' arms and legs. Using the propulsion from them, Trades accelerated tremendously, punching with velocity greater than ever. Crossing both arms in defense, Jake braved for impact.
But nothing could prepare him for it.
Force so great, he felt that he would fly away backwards with tremendous velocity. Feeling that he could not hold back any longer, he increased his defense, light brown aura emanating from him. Raising an eye in surprise, Strados slightly decrased the force in his punch. Realising that this is his chance, Jake redirected the force from the punch, using the resulting momentum to make himself kneel. Using this height advantage, Jake kicked again at Strados' lower body, this time knowing that he will not fail.
And fail he did not, for Strados soon got knocked into the ground.