9 Mysterious fighter
After hearing those words, the participants around me, who were still surprised, they began to doubt the veracity of the test. For them it was impossible that something like this had happened, so they preferred to think it was some kind of joke.
The only one who got angry was the muscular man.The muscular man looked at me with indignation.
"Even with your tricks, they will not let you participate" said the man muscles as he approached me.
"I think if they're going to let me participate, is not it?" I said looking at the organizer.
"Of course, the results of the test do not lie, that blow was certainly powerful, you pass." said the organizer.
That can not be possible, I refuse to compete against a child" said the angry muscular man.
After that, the muscular man got so angry that the veins on his forehead looked like they were going to explode.
Then, we follow the organizer to another place.
We walked for a while, since we were quite a lot of participants.
They explained the operation of the tournament. The tournament was simple. The matches will be one against one, the winners continue, the losers are eliminated.
They also explained all the rules, they were exactly the same as they would be years later in the 21st martial arts tournament.
We were 128 participants.
Then we went to a large area where there was almost no public, probably only martial artists would come to see us and that only when it was the final.
Later, the presenter told me to enter the ring, that I had to participate. When I entered I could see that in the other corner that my opponent was waiting for me
He was a man, tall, muscular and bearded.
After a few seconds the presenter started the fight.
The man came quickly and he tried to grab me. However, I easily avoided it and I hit him in the neck, leaving him unconscious.
After confirming that the opponent was unconscious, the presenter confirmed my victory.
Later I could see the fight of other participants, the most of them only knew simple combat techniques and they were not impressive, but some seemed to have some ability.
Later I had several more confrontations. I faced a monk who had slightly more polished techniques, but with many openings. I won since after I hit him in the stomach, he could not get up after 10 seconds.
I also met 3 other opponents but they were all the same. People who had basic knowledge and who had focused more on having strong muscles than on improving their techniques.
I had already reached my fourth fight. If I win this fight, I would qualify for the quarterfinals.
However this opponent seemed to be something different. He was a thin, young man, not very muscular, and he seemed to be much better than the monk.
When the presenter said his name, I knew who he was.
His name was Rarpes, he was one of the favorites of the tournament, since he was very agile and fast.
At the moment the presenter started the fight, he launched himself against me, his speed was many times faster than the rest of the participants that I had found.
He performs well defined movements and with few openings, however, he is far from Master Roshi in combat ability
Although he was quick, his attacks lacked strength.
When I got tired of the fight I grabbed him at a much faster speed than he could defend and I threw him out of the ring.
When he noticed that he was out of the ring, he looked at me with a confused face.
"How did you do that?" said Rarpes surprised.
"With fluency and technique" I said to guide him, the man seems to have spent a lot of time improving his speed, so I think he deserved a clue to improve.
His movements were good, but they were too rough, he needed to be more elastic to improve.
After that I was proclaimed as the first classified for the quarterfinals.
Then The muscular man managed to defeat his opponent only with brute force. I really did not expect him to go that far, that is, his only virtue is to be strong.
Of the other participants there was only one to stand out, a fighter who was about the same age as me. That is very strange, in the original series was never heard from him, perhaps later he gave up on the path of martial arts.
After about 30 minutes of rest for all participants, the quarterfinals began.
My first bout coincidentally is against the muscular man. When the presenter said his name, I finally discovered who he was. It was Korp the other favorite participant.
As soon as he saw me enter the ring, his face changed from indifference to anger.
As soon as the presenter started the fight he quickly charged against me.
Someone who does not have any kind of technique should not even call himself a martial artist. I find it disappointing that a man like this has gone so far in the tournament, he probably just had luck. If he were in my original world, he would have been eliminated in the first round.
Without further ado, I kick him with a side kick, and I send him out of the ring.
After doing this the rest of the participants looked at me surprised. The presenter was slow to understand what had happened, but when he realized, he proclaimed me the winner.
The next fight before the final was against a man who had a decent technique, he was fast and strong, if we were in my original world, he could be considered a black belt. I eliminated it easily.
Finally, after so many battles, I reached the final, and to my surprise, the finalist was the participant who had an age similar to mine. Being the final, the introduction to the battle was a bit longer.
His name is Kurle.
Kurle has the same height as me, however, he has great afro hair, if it were not for we are in a lot of martial arts, I would laugh at him hairstyle.
A few seconds passed, in which I was thinking what strategy to follow during the fight.
Later the presenter started the battle.
I approached him and I made several movements and blows, to see his time of reaction, speed and technique.
It really surprised me, Kurle was quite better than the rest of the participants, his speed and strength were at a totally different level.
I continued to throw punches, I increase the speed, strength and sharpness of my movements as the fight progressed.
I pressed he to see where its limit was
During the fight, I realized that he was making very smart moves, and little by little he was adapting to my fighting style. However, he could not face me because of the difference in combat experience, besides, my power level is higher than his own.
Kurle, seeing that he could not face me, he did a good decision and he retired to distance.
Probably, when he realized that he was not a rival for me, he decided to use his skills to the fullest.
After that I noticed something strange, his ki was increased. I also sensed that he was putting it in his hands.
No doubt if he would hit any other participant with ki, he would easily defeat him.
Concentrating your ki in that way, and without anyone that having taught you is extremely difficult, that is, I can do it, but I am the exception. Without a doubt he is a genius.
He advanced to me and he returned to throw me blows. Although he had improved his abilities, and he had a little more power, it is still not enough to do me some kind of damage.
After continuing to hit me for a while, he realized that the situation had not changed, so he retired
Then he stayed silent for a while. Later he opened his mouth slowly.
"I give up," Kurle said in a tired voice.
It was really a great fight, I never expected to meet such a complete opponent.
"Tell me, Kurle, what are the martial arts for you?" I said with a serious tone.
This question has a lot of meaning for me. When I was a child in my previous world, I met an old man. The old man was blind, even so he always said that he could see better than others, since the rest of people are carried away by what they see with their eyes and often fall into prejudice.
One day, when I returned from my training, he asked me the same question that I just asked Kurle.
After thinking for a few seconds Kurle answered me.
"Martial arts are all I have." Kurle said with a serious tone.
Are you willing to give everything for them?" I said very seriously.
"I'm willing." Kurle said.
"On an island southeast of here lives the person who taught me to fight, go there and tell him that I recommend you," I said in a calm tone.
Kurle has a lot of talent, I do not know where he was in the original story, but certainly in this I will turn him into a great warrior.
"Why are you telling me this?" Kurle said intrigued.
"I want you to be stronger, do not waste your talent" I said with confidence.
After a few minutes I was considered the world champion and they gave me the money.
As in my old world, I became the strongest on the planet, the difference is that here I can become the strongest of all universes. I still have a long way to go.
