Chapter 795: Finals2

It only took a second—no, a fraction of it for everyone close to instinctively clamp their thighs shut but I had already lifted up in the air to kick another champion's head that got into my range.

I easily twisted my body clockwise while I was in the air, and my right foot just made direct contact with the side of his face before he coughed out his fake teeth.

His fake teeth were made of gold so it didn't matter if it got stepped on, but he should count himself lucky because he'd have a larger airway to breathe from because my other foot that was also coming for his face changed trajectory—deviated from the curve and just went under and straight for his nose.

That move was the variation of the kick I used to take down Artem and let's be honest, one of my top fighters took it head on and fell, how could this measly champion with fake teeth and beer belly compare?