Kapitel 12: Competition (VI): Wardrobe Malfunction

[ STYLE IS AN INTERGRAL FACTOR OF EVERY MARTIAL ARTISTS REPERTOIRE. PLEASE NOTE, THAT STYLE IN MY HUMBLE OPINION A VERY DIFFERENT FROM THE MOVES OR THE MARTIAL ARTS THEMSELVES. STYLE IS THE COUMILATION OF ALMOST UNNOTICEABLE QUIRKS, MOVEMENTS AND MODE OF ATTACK THAT A CULTIVATOR SHOW IN EVERY FIGHT.

IT SERVES AS AN IDENTITY, BUT ALSO AS A WAY TO COUNTER THAT MARTIAL ASTIST SHOULD HE OR SHE EVER ENDS UP BEING YOUR OPPONENT. SYLES ARE CATEGORIZED INTO DIFFRWNT MODES OF COMBAT. THERE ARE TUM DEFENSIVE MODE OR STYLE, THE ATTACK STYLE, THE SPEED STYLES, THE BALANCE STYLE, AND THE UNORTHODOX.

EXCEPT FOR THE UNORTHODOX, NONE OF THE OTHER STYLES NEED ANY INTRODUCTION. THE UNORTHODOX EXCELS ON THE SHEER ART OF UNPREDICTABILITY. IS A MISHMASH OF DIFFERENT MODES OF STYLES, BUT ALSO EXECUTES THEM IN A WAY THAT CONFUSES THEIR OPPONENTS. THIS GUYS EXCELS IN A STRAIGHT UP FIGHT, AND THEY ARE THE MASTERS OF THE SNEAKY, CHEATING AND UNDERHANDED MOVES OF THE WULIN. IN FACT IT WAS GUYS LIKE THAT WHO INVENTED IT. A PRIME EXAMPLE OF SUCH A MOVE WOULD BE THE [DRUNKEN FIST] OF THE BEGGARS SECT. EVERY MARTIAL ARTIST IS BOUND TO HAVE A STYLE, BUT THE BEST ADVICE IS THAT A CULTIVATOR SHOULD LEARN AND HAVE THE ABILITY TO EVOLVE THEIR STYLE WHEN THE SITUATION CALLS FOR IT. IT KEEPS THEM SHARP, STRONGER, AND RELEVANT.]

BARTHOLOMEW ÁLÈ

Have you ever woken up from sleep so suddenly, and you did not know where you are. Or woke up and still feel like you were in a dream and still sleeping. You would feel a sudden detachment from reality, unable to relate or reconcile your current view, sight, feeling, and senses. You think it's a dream, but some part of your brain and a million other cells in your body keep yelling you that this was reality.

This was how Alex felt right now, he felt like he was stuck in a dream, but somehow still bound to reality. It was a weird feeling, but instead of that sleepy haze, he had a clarity which he had never experienced. Before in his life. He was in the heat of battle, and he felt invisible, if he did not get to feel the pleasure of driving his fist through someone's face, he was sure he would regret it for a very long time.

But even in this state, he could hear their whispers, he could see their fear. His senses were so strained and pushed to the very edge that he could even pick out and understand what a person was feeling based on emotion alone. And most of this guys, seemed quite scared.

"What the hell is he?"

"was that a martial arts move? It was so strange and brutal."

"yeah, I wonder if that guy that fought him is dead."

It was obvious that they were rapidly loosing their confidence, Alex's father brutal display had been so eye catching that the entire crowd of roaring fans, parents, visitors and defeated participants had been struck silent.

The aura that he was letting out was weak and could barely be considered a ripple in the water to more experienced and higher leveled cultivators, but the fact that he could release one, and in such a scale that he could affect the very emotional state of the other fighters was a very impressive feat. And it did not help matters that only a few people on this stage could claim to have faced an aura that dangerous. The others were just village boys starting out on their journey to cultivation. But it was obvious a little later on, that they were not going to let their fears control him.

"So what if he's a genius and has very powerful martial arts. He can not take on all of us."

"He's right brothers and sisters. Let's join forces and eliminate this monster, and then let the best man or woman win after."

"Yeah let's do that."

"Charge.... Arck!"

They had forgotten about Anya, and the person who had just ordered a charge had his hair yanked backwards as he was pulled to the ground, hitting it with a very audible and painful thud. Then Anya proceeded to stomp on his stomach a few times, and in a similar fashion to one of her earlier opponents, she kicked him off the stage, and raised her hands in the air all the while screaming goal. They were all shocked by the sudden elimination, but Anya already got the ball rolling, and it would be a shame to not play.

Alex took off with a running start, and when he got close to his first opponent, he bunched his knees, gathering power from the soles of his foot and his calves, before he pushed off and jumped into the air.

While in the air he raised his right hand, and let gravity do the rest as it pulled him and his fist down to the face of a boy with really thick lips. The ensuing punch threw that boy of his feet and he took out a few other fighters around him as they fell to the ground with all the added weight. Alex ducked a punch, and while on his knees, he responded with and uppercut that took his opponent into the air, and well outside the platform.

Before he could turn, Alex felt somebody club the back of his head with an elbow, stunning him for a few moments, but it was enough for another girl to send a flying kick to his face that took him of his feet and dropped hard two meters from where he was standing.

So far Alex had been fighting close to the edge of the platform, and the kick to the face had pushed straight to the edge. One of his attackers wanted to take advantage of his weakened position to kick him off in similar fashion to Anya and her goal scoring kicks. But ex would not go down easy, so he employed a page from his father's and Anya's play book. When his opponent raised his leg, Alex rolled closer and sent his entire arm in between his legs.

"AAAIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEE?"

Alex had to admit he felt really sorry, this was not a move he would practice normally, but the guy had left him with no choice. With his hand still between his legs, Alex raised him up over his head and hurled him off the stage to the ground where he proceeded to curve into a fetal position and cry his eye out at the sheer injustice he had just been dealt.

Alex turned to look at his other opponents, who were now looking at him like he was a traitor, especially the boys who felt he had broken a sacred code of brother hood. You never go for a low blow. Alex agreed to a certain extent, but this guys were bot desperate enough....yet.

This thing no longer looked like a martial arts competition, it had completely devolved into a street brawl, and Anya looked like she was having the time of her life, as she had the hair of two girls grasped firmly in both her hands, and then she proceeded to knock their head together every three seconds. The face of those girls were bloodied, making it seem like Anya was having a six year old girl's tea party of horror as she tried to smash to dolls together. Alex shivered, but he had to get back into this fight.

Alex rushed at the first person he saw, it was a girl, and the one who kicked him in the face at that. Time for payback Alex thought to himself as he approached her. When she got close, she started throwing a barrage of punches that Alex kept deflecting with his palms.

This fight was quite reminiscence of his second singles match, but this girl was not as fast, however her strikes had more power behind them.

She threw a straight jab to his nose a Alex shifted his head to the left, and let her hand go past his head. She over extended, leaving her open, which gave Alex an opening to get close and use the [PYTHON CRUSHES ROCK] , however it seemed she recognized his intentions and panicked, as she tried to evade his grip. However Alex was not about to let his prey out of his grasp, but she was not going to give up easily either, and somehow one thing led to another and Alex had her shirt and bra in his hands, exposing her bouncy brown melons to the entire world.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"

"SLAP!!!!!!"

And then she proceeded to run off the stage, using her hands to protect whatever modesty she had left. Alex on the other hand was completely shocked, by the outcome. He never expected that to happen, of course it was common knowledge that common clothing's were unable to withstand the force of a cultivators grip.

And it was not a competition if there was not at least five wardrobe malfunctions. Many of the guys here had been earnestly waiting for such a thing to happen, only to be disappointed as it seems the girls took extra care to not make such a mistake. Until Alex decided to bless them with such a perfect set of breasts. He was now like a God in their eyes, as they all looked at him in adoration and worship.

Alex on the other hand felt wronged, he never intended for this to happen, as soon as he had seen her breasts, his hyper focused combat momentum had come to a screeching halt, not to mention he now had palm sized hand print on the left side of his face.

And now every female in the school was looking at him as if they wished him to die a thousand deaths, but a worse situation was coming, and it was in the form of Anya, who had just angrily tossed her two dolls aside like they were broken toys and marched straight for Alex.

It was like watching death, only it was beautiful and had huge pair of melons for a sixteen year old. 'why am I thinking of melons' a horrified Alex asked himself. It seems un dressing that girl had rattled his brain a whole lot more than he expected. As Anya marched towards him, Alex looked down at his hand that was still holding the girls purples lace bra and ripped shirt. Alex quickly threw them away and put on the most innocent face possible he could muster, then.

"SLAP!!!!"

"How dare you Alex, that was totally undignified and unfair."

To everyone there it seemed as if Anya was defending the wronged girl, even Alex thought she was screaming at him for the same reason. Until he heard what she said next.

"How can you dishonor me like this. I'm your woman, if you wanted to look at a pair of breast, you could have asked me. I would have showed you mine no problem."

What.The.Hell

"Look, mine is bigger and more rounder, feel it. Come on, touch it."

And then she proceeded to carry Alex's hand, and place it on her breasts, making sure he squeezed while his hands were grabbing the amazing pair of fun bags. It felt like heaven, but Alex wanted to die. They were still in the middle of battle royal, under the gaze of hundreds if not thousands of people, and Anya decided to do this. Dying was an understatement, Alex wanted his mind, soul, and body to be completely wiped from existence. That's until a voice saved them.

"Anyaja! What the hell are you doing?"

Oh look it's Anya's brother. He's on the stage with them, looks like he qualified, oh and he looked pissed. Very, very pissed.

AUTORENGEDANKEN
Anone

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