413 A Strong Will (Part 2)

Due to the angle the two had hit each other at, it was hard for the others to view who the blood was coming from, and since they were close to each other, even as they stood up and titled their heads it was hard to tell.

Blood trickled down, dripping onto the mat. There wasn't a lot of blood, but it was clear someone had been hurt, and in the end, it belonged to Shingi. The blood was coming from his own knuckles, and it looked like his hand was wounded.

Shingi's fist had struck Ian's leg, which appeared to have sprouted out a load of dark brown, golden-like bristles suddenly. They were sharp little spikes that came out of his skin, and now they were stuck in Shingi's hand.

'I was so caught up in trying to throw a punch that I was overthinking and missed the obvious. What is wrong with me!' Shingi thought.