My father stepped up onto the ring and saw the yoga master Gajan standing across from him.
The both bowed.
"Fight"
Father was fast, strong, and fit, with a good punch and a solid stance.
Father punched and kicked.
Gajan's arms stretched to evade and block.
Father's hands and feet landed on air.
Father spun around and attacked.
Gajan bent his back and evaded.
Father kicked and punched.
Gajan was always a few inches or feet away.
The old man's arm stretched out.
Dad tried his best, but he couldn't reach.
Gajan's fist came straight at my father.
He didn't dodge, and the fist smashed into his face.
My father's head flew back, his body arched backward.
Dad's legs gave way and he fell, hitting the ground hard.
"Alright" said my father, "Time to get serious."
Dad stood up and grinned.
Father jumped toward Gajan, and the fight continued.
Gajan stretched out and blocked, but his arm was grabbed and twisted.
He was thrown and rolled on the ground.
My father charged again.
Gajan flipped back and launched a kick.
Dad was caught by the leg, but before he could do anything, Gajan was already behind him.
Dad rolled out of the way.
Dad crossed his wrists in front of his chest as he began to concentrate all my energy in my hands.
"Fierce..."
After about 3 seconds Father brought hid fists down to either sides of his waist and begin to power up a little bit more.
"...Bomb..."
Now it was time to release his deadly technique, or at least soon to be deadly.
"..Ha!"
Dad put his wrists together and threw his hands forward in order to throw the technique as he combined the two Energy balls in his hands until one.
The energy ball that Dad released was very large, about twice the size of the average man.
It was also bright, it looked like a sun.
Gajan saw the bright light coming right for him.
He dodged quickly, the energy ball grazed him, and his clothes were burnt.
Before Gajan could do anything else, my father appeared right in front of him and unleashed a flurry of kicks.
A reverse crescent kick, a roundhouse kick and then a high side thrust kick to Gajan's face.
The three kicks of death!
The old man was flung across the ring and crashed into the ground.
Everyone was shocked and speechless.
The whole hall was silent, everyone stared at the yoga master.
"Liam Kyle is the winner!"
Gajan slowly stood up.
He had a large burn mark on his cheek and his left hand was broken.
But there was no fear or anger in his eyes, only serenity and respect.
Father and Gajan shook hands and went their separate ways.
"Congratulations," Gajan smiled, "You have bested me."