Chương 708: Troubled Winnings - What does the numbers mean?

It only took a moment before I recognized Mikhail's opponent and it was the guy who kept taking down people with an open palm. Calling it a slap would've also worked but just the effects of his huge hand clobbering his victims couldn't give it justice. I was confident that I would be able to take him down in a fight but not in this particular match-up.

The rules of this match were pretty simple: Give a slap, take a slap, whoever was left standing wins the prize.

I pride myself in being able to take down opponents several weight classes above me, but it was because I have ways to drop, dive, dip, and dodge.

Purposefully getting hit by half-giants such as these two was a fucking recipe for disaster. Unless I could master Artem's way of taking hits head-on, I wouldn't gamble my coins away. However, if it came to that, the only way I see myself winning was taking them down in the smallest number of turns possible.