Chapitre 18: CHAPTER 18
Immediately the spokesman sounded, Chris took off to Tate.
His movements were incredibly fast, in less than five seconds he was already standing close to Tate.
Tate's expression darkened. Chris' movements were incredibly fast, and that was because Chris was putting on the complete AZ Grade one uniform.
The shoes, the gloves, the shirt and the pants.
Everything was complete, and it generally aided Chris' movements.
He would have to be careful if he doesn't want to get caught in any surprise attack.
Tate could tell getting hit with the AZ grade one gloves would cause severe damages to him, he rather not get hit it at all.
"Loser!"
Chris said as he moved his right glove to smash Tate on the face. It felt like his fist disappeared and appeared inches away from Tate's face. Tate's eyes widened in shock, this was how fast Chris' striking power was now.
It was incredible, and if he doesn't act quickly, he would get hit in the face.
Bang!
Tate managed to block Chris fist with his right arm. Chris' expression darkened.
'How did this bastard block my attack? DAMIT! I wanted to end this with one blow!'
Blocking the attack caused Tate to lose his balance a little. The attack was powerful and it pushed Tate a little bit to the side.
Before Tate could recover from the push, Chris sent a flashy kick to Tate middle and it immediately sent Tate to the protective wall.
Tate's back almost smashed the wall when he got his balance back. He didn't see the second attack coming, he was barely recovering from the first attack when Chris launched his second.
It seemed this uniform had made Chris more flexible, he used to be a slow fighter, but he always had a powerful punch.
Well, that was what Sir Connor wanted the crowds to think.
Deep down, Chris was nothing but an average fighter, if their six encounters weren't fixed, He would've wiped the guy ass to the ground.
Tate steady his breathing. Things weren't the same as before. Now, Chris seemed invincible.
'This is the first time I am fighting as a real martial artist, yet I am struggling with this wack!'
'I gotta do better!'
Just then the system messages sounded. It came out in a red pattern.
[Host has lost 5HP]
[Host current health; 95]
Tate's eyes burst open in shock.
'What the hell is this!'
Before he could comprehend the motion. Chris zoomed to his front.
"Don't just stand there little coward!!!! Let's end this before the first round!"
He said as his fist zoomed to Tate's face. Tate saw it coming so he immediately evaded it by stepping aside, however, Chris immediately threw a kick to Tate's face. The impact sent Tate staggering backwards.
[Host has lost 15HP]
[Host current health; 80]
Tate continued staggering backwards until his back slammed the wall.
[Host has lost 2HP]
His heart started racing seeing the system message was coming in and in and it was all about his health status.
Truly he was feeling the pain, meaning the health status aligned with his real health. What would happen if his health was to go below 50, would he still be able to fight with intensity.
The health status report was creeping him out.
'Damnit! How could I be getting smashed to different corners by a wack like Chris!'
Tate squeezed his fist hard. It seemed he had forgotten what this meant to him. Why he must win this match?
This match meant everything to him, and why the hell would he lose his first match of becoming a real fighter! A real martial artist!
Tate straightened up fully.
"Activate Sprint!"
Tate said as he straightened up. He forgot he had this!
[Sprint has been activated.
+10 have been added to agility.
Agility(55)
Host has lost one orenda energy.
Available orenda energy; 99
Countdown for energy loss; 58 seconds.
57 seconds.
56 seconds]
Chris faced Tate with a little smile.
"It seemed you actually thought that I had been winning because the match was fixed. Man, you have no idea how good I am! I was only limiting myself to fighting a pathetic loser like you!"
"Now that this isn't a fixed match. I can descend my full wrath on you and nobody would complain in my ears!"
Chris took his stance.
"Prepare to see why I am the champion of this arena!!"
With that, Chris blasted to Tate. His movements were faster than before. He instantly got to Tate and swung his fist to Tate's face.
"This will end it!"
His fist zap to smashed Tate on the face but Tate surprisingly moved out of the way. Chris' eyes widened a little.
"Not so fast!"
He turned around and sent a kick to Tate's face, but surprisingly Tate went under the kick like he anticipated it.
Chris' eyes widened more.
'He saw it coming, but.... but.... but even if he saw it coming. How did he move that fast to evade it!'
Chris was still in thought when Tate's face suddenly appeared inches away from his face.
His heart missed a beat then.
Tate simply muttered.
"You are no champion over me."
Chris frightened backwards, But he didn't seem to have given Tate any distance.
"There is no escape for you!"
Tate said as he instantly moved his fist to Chris' stomach.
Chris eyebrows raised to his forehead, but it quickly went back to normal.
Tate punch wouldn't be able to do anything to him. He was putting on the AZ grade one outfit, little punches like Tate punch wouldn't be able to make any significant impact.
Chris was unworried by Tate's incoming punch, but his expression changed completely when Tate fist suddenly started glowing.
'What the fuck is this!'
"Activate Super Punch!"
[Host has lost 5 orenda energy]
[Available orenda energy; 93]
Before Chris could comprehend the motion, Tate fist landed on his chest.
BOOM!
The impact blasted him to the protective wall.
His back slammed the protective wall and he almost collapsed to his knees.
'What the hell is this!'
Chris' expression became ugly. Never had he seen anything like this before.
The punch almost reached his heart. If he wasn't putting on the AZ Grade one uniform, he would've been unconscious on the ground already.
'That bastard!! where did he learn a skill like this!'
Chris' expression darkened.
'How could I be struggling with a mere loser. I am the champion here! I am the CHAMPION.'
Chris straightened up and raised his head fully to look at Tate's direction, but Tate was surprisingly standing close to him and his fist was already inches away from his face.
"Now it ends."
Tate said as his fist zaps to Chris' face.
[Host has triggered—Super Punch]
Cadeaux
-- Cadeau
reçu État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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