Power

Martial arts were invented to increase a person's possible force through various techniques. Among two people of equal strength the one who knows some martial art would always win, that was the main goal.

However, if the opponent was too strong, the techniques were useless, and that's exactly what Alex was experiencing right now.

Though he didn't want to, his arms were slowly moving away from Zayne's neck, releasing him from captivity.

Crackle.

Zayne squeezed Alex's arms with his might, then he stepped forward and threw Alex over himself, collapsing him to the ground.

Alex's face twisted in pain, but he came to his senses quickly and bounced back, doing a somersault. Each of his movements was swift and fluid.

"Fuck... I didn't see that coming..." Alex muttered, kneading his hands, "There's no way even a martial artist can beat a bear, right?"

Whoooooooooosh.