Blitz was about to put back his leg back on the ground, when he felt his other leg get swept from the ground.
«oh no!» blitz thought inwardly as he was falling to the ground.
Before blitz could fall to the ground he did am air flair and kicked zegold away from him. He quickly pushed himself up and landed on his feet. Of course the crowd went wild from watching this.
Zegold smiled closed the distance between him and blitz. He threw a lift jab, that blitz dodged easily.
The punch was to cover the leg sweep but to his surprise blitz kicked his leg away and lifted it high and almost kicked his head. Zegold bent backwards and kicked blitz in the gut spacing them up.
«well, I never planned to show my true skills. Showing twenty percent is breaking that rule,» Blitz thought to himself then reappeared behind zegold. Anyone who had no experience in fighting or never watched the top ten on the list fight thought blitz disappeared and reappeared behind zegold.
Zegold felt a gush of wind coming for his head from behind. Before he could do anything blitz landed his round kick on him.
When the kick hit zegold he lost consciousness just there.
The spectators watched as zegold's body slam on the flow with a loud that.
Blitz wasn't worried if he was dead, he made sure to use power that couldn't kill him.
The entire Dinda facility went quiet, why was this blitz guy beating up the guys on the list like it was nothing. How strong was he? Wasn't he going to lose? Couldn't it be his potential was on the top 10.
When the announcer was ready to announce blitz the winner, zegold flipped himself and landed on his fit.
Zegold took in heavy breaths, that kick it was painful;
«Did I just pass out for seconds?» he thought to himself.
When the people saw he was up, the noise started again. The doubtful and questioning conversation began. It was a relief for those who put there money on zegold. They looked at zegold's expression, was that fear they were seeing? No way it must be anger.
"The match is still on folks!!!" The announcers loud bellow was head.
Blitz and zegold stared at each other, blitz was panting like he had just survived a wolf attack. Blitz on the other hand had an indifferent look he never had, things were going to be serious. The room was filled with anticipation, they wanted to know the outcome.
When blitz started moving towards zegold everyone went quiet. When blitz reached close enough he stopped and spoke;
"Am not sure you will survive this kick, will you keep fighting? That face of yours might be disfigured if you do survive,"
This statement made zegold's ghost leave he, all he wanted to do is run away. This was going to hurt, so bad. Even a misochist would not want to take on this hit, he had to find a way to run. Three seconds went by then zegold fell on the ground.
Everyone in the facility was surprised, was zegold afraid? Did he pass out because of fear? After ten seconds the announcer did his job. It was over for the pretty boy, he shouldn't delay the last match.
"Winner, blitz!!!"
With that the noise started, this time it was noise caused by confused spectators. How could someone from the list pretend to pass out? It must be true.
The stuff came and removed zegold of the stage. Blitz stood there with his indifferent look. Everyone in the transparent rooms looked at him with new found respect. He could have ended his previous matches in three seconds if he wanted to!!!
"The third challenger, number 18 on the list. With 3 losses and 47 wins, beast!!!" Beast came out when his name was called. He wanted to fight the guy who managed to beat twenty and nineteen. He as well could beat them but not so easily, he wanted to fight him alone. He was a former United States soldier who committed a felony and escaped his state and came to Zambia. This facility was the safest place in the whole world for him to hide from the government.
"It's an honor blitz," beast said, he was wearing a camouflage trousers and black soldier boots. He decided to wear a black vest because he knew he was going to sweat in this fight.
"The honor is all yours, before we start this fight. Know am nolonger playing around 'beast'," blitz stretched his hands. It had been more than than a year since he used his punches. It was about time he used them.
"Don't underestimate me, am a former United States general. The best of the best," beast didn't feel insulted when blitz voiced his plan. He felt honored, even if committed a great crime, he noticed respect from disrespect.
"Begin!"
With that blitz lifted his hand up in a stance and moved infront of beast. Beast was surprised by this speed but he was able to react by throwing a punch.
Blitz parried away the punch with his left hand. Then punched beast in the gut with his right.
"I'll use my skills to show you're honorable," that's the last thing beast heard. What followed were punches that he didn't know there origin.
The second punch hit him on his face, the third on his face the forth on and forth on his chest. The sixth one was as powerful as a bulldozer, it hit him in the gut and was moved to the edge of the stage.
Beast stood there, the spectators looked at him holding there screams.
"You win," beast said, then from his mouth burst out like water from a torrent. The blood wetted his whole vest, after a few seconds beast fell off the ring.
"Winner, blitz!!" The announcer screamed and the crowd followed after him. The Young and old aristocrats were enjoying themselves. If the other managers were here, the price for watching blitz would have been extremely big.
Blitz indifferently looked at the announcer and ordered him;
"Announce the last fighter, am busy."