NO. 1 Martial Artist System

"This asshole should go down already!"

One of the employees of Apex Grove fighting arena blurted as the fifth round of the fight was coming to a close. 

Inside the VIP room, which was the upper floor of the arena, a deep male voice was barking loudly. 

"The fifth round is coming to a close and this asshole is still fighting! Is he nuts! Or crazy, I told him to go down on the fifth round, and the fifth round is only a few seconds away, I better not lose my money! Otherwise, I will kill him!"

The man was unsettled as his eyes stayed focused on the large timer that was stationed above the fighting arena. He couldn't believe that the bastard was daring enough to play with his game. 

He would kill the brat if things didn't fall his way. His eyes remained on the clock. 

Inside the arena were two men, one of them was tall and muscular. He wasn't putting on a shirt so his eight pacs were visible, showcasing how well built he was. 

He was jogging on a single spot as he was thinking of his next move on his opponent. 

On the other side, was his opponent, a tall skinny guy, who seemed to be suffering from malnutrition, but he also had an eight pack like his opponent, perhaps his ribs were the things showing. 

Although he was skinny and looked weak compared to his opponent, he had been the top dog of the Apex Grove fighting arena for years now. 

He was known to start very well at the beginning of the tournament, but before he would get to the semi final or quarter final, he would suffer a shocking defeat, however, this year was different, for the first time, Tate Jagger was at the semi final, if he wins this match, he would be at the final! 

So many people were counting on him, because they all gambled that he would win the match. This year, he came up with a firing spirit and they believed he would make it to the final or this could even be his year. 

Tate took three steps backwards, away from his opponent. His opponent's expression turned ugly seeing Tate was going away from him. 

"Bastard!! have you lost your brain, it's the fifth round already, when are you going to quit. The boss is angry!"

Tate earbuds sounded loudly this time around. Tate's eyes moved to the large timer. The fifth round would be wrapping up in the next thirty seconds. The boss had bet him to lose at the fifth round, he would have to do so now, but he really wanted to enjoy this moment. 

Tate wanted to enjoy the joyful scream from the crowds, so many people had put hopes on him in this match, but he would have to fail them, just like always. 

Tate took a deep breath and moved forward to his opponent, this was getting irritating everyday, when would he ever fight for himself, with all his strength and skills. 

Tate tried to think about it, but he couldn't see anything, all he saw was getting defeated by these amateurs for the next ten years to come. 

He reached his opponent. 

"Hit me in the middle."

Tate said when he got closer to his opponent. His opponent's forehead folded completely.

"Shut up, you little brat! Who are you to tell me what to do!  Now, stay still while I hit you with my finishing move!"

Tate was annoyed by the man's words, he didn't want to be hit in the face because it would be visible to everyone, unlike his body where he could hide it for days until the pain finishes on its own, or until he gathers a little money to buy medication. 

"Stop man, I..."

Before Tate could finish his words, the man sent a dashing kick to Tate's face, Tate wasn't expecting it, so the man kick smashed Tate on his face, it almost got Tate's left eye.

The motion caused an enormous rage to explode inside Tate. 

"Shut up kid!! I told you to stay still, you better not move this time!"

The man rants out as he was about to take his special move stance again, but before he could take the stance, Tate fist covered his face. 

BANG! 

The force broke the man's nose and sent him to the ground immediately. The man collapsed on the ground like a dead man. 

Tate was still angry, unaware of the timer, and unaware that his opponent had lost consciousness. 

His anger finally subsided but his opponent was motionless on the floor. 

"Stand up man, it's almost time."

Tate looked at the man on the ground. He already knew he had knocked down his opponent, but he couldn't bring himself to believe he really knocked the man down. 

'Did I just knock him out!'

Just then, the large timer sounded, indicating that the round was over. 

Tate's heart missed a beat when he heard the sound. 

'I made it past the fifth round. Oh my God!'

Tate's heart was shaking now, and it wasn't over yet. 

The referee came closer to the scene, he placed his hand on the man's chest and neck. 

"Knock out!!!"

The referee's voice was loud and it rang repeatedly in Tate's ears. 

'No! You gotta be kidding me.. I... I.... didn't even hit him well!'

Tate wanted to protest when the crowd's thunderous scream covered the arena, however, Tate could hear the words coming out from his earbuds. 

"Kid! you are dead! you are fucking dead!"

Tate was lost completely, he froze on his spot. The referee came closer to him and raised his right hand up. 

"Your winner is Tate Jagger, also known as, The Cheetah Commando!"

The crowd's victory noise covered the premise, and Tate existence as well.