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Mouse was actually much cooler than Witch, that could be seen with the naked eye, but at first glance he didn't limp nor did he seem to have any permanent damage to his leg. Another problem for the boy was the angle from which those long-distance attacks would come, if he didn't calculate those blows well they would be difficult to stop. A kick to the head and he could bet he would spend a long time in the infirmary.

Blacker looked worriedly at his pupil, perhaps this would be the boy's last fight in this tournament, not that he didn't trust him, but now the rivals would no longer be so easy, anything could go wrong. But the boy had what Blacker had lacked in his days as a fighter, talent, a natural talent to read the fight.