Dark horse

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The air crackled with tension as Kingkong Man unleashed a flurry of powerful strikes.

Momo, nimble and quick, danced around the stage, her superhuman reflexes allowing her to evade each blow with ease.

"FIGHT ME HEAD ON!" Kingkong Man bellowed, frustration seeping into his voice.

"Could you really bring yourself to hit a woman like me?" Momo replied, her tone feigning sadness.

"I never go easy on anyone!" he roared, determination fueling his next move.

[BBC Style Series 1 - Consecutive Thrust]

With a sudden burst of speed, he pointed two fingers forward, launching himself at her.

Swoosh! Swoosh!

Momo barely managed to back away, a few strands of her hair severed by his swift attack.

"You're quite strong, but unfortunately for you, you met me in the first round," Kingkong Man declared, confidence radiating from him.

"I'll end this now!"

[BBC Style Series 5 - Giganto]

His muscles bulged, veins popping out as he prepared for his next assault.

He began throwing punches with such speed that Momo struggled to keep up, beads of sweat glistening on her skin.

In a moment of chaos, Kingkong Man slammed his fist into the ground, sending shockwaves that propelled Momo into the air.

Without hesitation, he raised both arms and clapped them together, generating a shockwave that hurled Momo across the stage.

On the solid ground outside the arena, Momo lay unconscious.

"Once you go black, you never go back!" he shouted triumphantly as he stepped back.

Leaving the stage in a flurry of cheers from the audience.

As the tournament continued, Ren stood off to the side, boredom creeping in. His eyelids grew heavy, and soon he dozed off.

A few eternities later…

"Oi, Doraemon, it's your turn!" Nasty Face snapped, shaking Ren awake by the collar.

"What happened?" Ren mumbled, still half-asleep.

"Were you sleeping the whole time?" Nasty Face asked incredulously.

"Contestant Doraemon, please come up to the arena!" the announcer called out.

"Be careful, your opponent is known for his Ching Chong style, but he has a secret technique called the Drunken Fist. Watch out for it!" Nasty Face warned.

"Don't worry, Nasty Face," Ren replied with a smile, patting him on the shoulder.

On the stage, Wacky Chen stood with his arms crossed, a smirk plastered on his face.

"I thought you were too scared to step on the stage," he taunted.

"Uhh, Do I know you?" Ren asked in a confused manner as an eye patch covered both his eyes.

Wacky Chen's veins bulged, his face contorting with rage. "Just wait… I'll crush you!"

"Both fighters in position?…The battle may commence!" the referee announced.

They faced each other, tension thick in the air.

"Newbie, for your insolence, I'll teach you a lesson you'll never forget!" Wacky Chen sneered, pulling a gourd from his pocket.

He gulped down its contents, his cheeks flushing red as he swayed, nearly losing his balance.

"[Ching Chong Style - Drunken Fist!]" he declared, adopting a wobbly stance.

"Oh my, it seems Wacky Chen decided to get serious right from the start by using his secret technique, the Drunken Fist!" the announcer exclaimed, excitement bubbling in his voice.

Wacky Chen lunged at Ren, delivering a wild, sweeping kick.

Ren's hands slipped as he dropped his cane, bending down to retrieve it just in time to dodge the kick.

As he picked up the cane, he swung it lightly, accidentally landing a hit on Wacky Chen's groin.

"YOU!.... Ahhhhhhh!" Wacky Chen howled, jolting awake from his drunken stupor.

"Ah, I'm sorry, That wasn't my intention" Ren said in a panicked tone.

Wacky Chen clutched his groin, collapsing to the ground, blood staining his pants as he writhed in agony.

The audience went silent, mourning for brother Wacky Chen.

"It seems Wacky Chen is unable to continue the fight… the Winner is Doraemon!" the referee announced.

Boo! Boo!

The crowd erupted in boos, feeling that Ren had won purely by luck.

The match ended unexpectedly as the announcer called for the next contestants.

"Contestants Bakuzan and Nasty Face, please come up to the stage!" he announced.

"I hope I can perform well," Nasty Face mumbled, his hands trembling.

"Ojisan, be careful!" Ren shouted.

"Stop calling me that!" Nasty Face yelled back.

"Ladies and gentlemen, in the right corner, we have Nasty Face! It's his eighth time participating in the Super Fight Tournament, and he has never won a single match before. Will he create a miracle today?"

"And in the opposite corner, we have the former champion of the Super Fight Tournament, Bakuzan!"

As the referee signaled the start of the fight, both opponents glared at each other.

"You should have given up while you could. Now you won't get the chance," Bakuzan said darkly, a sinister smile creeping onto his face.

"I'm here to win the Super Fight. I won't give up easily!" Nasty Face retorted, trying to steady his shaking legs.

'This man looks terrifying. Oh God, I'm scared. Mommy, please help me.

NO! I have to win, or I'll never get a girlfriend!' Nasty Face encouraged himself as he thought back to his brother's words.

Flash back no jutsu, 4 years ago.

"Nasty face, do you know why girls are attracted to me?…It's because I'm famous" a bulky middle - age man said as he flashed a confident grin.

"Really? Then I'll win the super fight tournament and become famous, brother All Might" Nasty face said in an excited tone.

"That's the spirit! Always go beyond, Plus ultra!" All might said as he gave him a fist.

Flash back no jutsu ends

[Nasty Face Style - Machine Gun Coolie!]

With a sudden burst of speed, Nasty Face unleashed a rapid series of punches toward Bakuzan.

Caught off guard, Bakuzan stumbled back, his expression shifting from arrogance to shock.

Bang! Bang!

"Uakk!" he gasped, reeling from the unexpected assault.

"I underestimated you!" Bakuzan growled, anger flaring in his eyes.

[Dark Hell Assassination Art - Devil Cry Low Kick]

With a swift motion, he executed a sweeping kick aimed at Nasty Face's left leg.

Crunch!

"Ahhhhh!" Nasty Face screamed, the bone-shattering sound echoing through the arena.

The crowd gasped in horror as Nasty Face struggled to remain standing, his leg twisted at an unnatural angle.

'I'm so done for! I should just give up. He's way too scary!' Nasty Face thought bitterly, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Ojisan, gambare! Gambare!" Ren cheered, trying to lift his spirits.

"NASTY FACE-SAN, YOU CAN DO IT!" a girl in the audience shouted, her voice cutting through the tension.

Nasty Face's eyes widened in shock as he spotted her cheering for him.

With newfound determination, he slapped his leg hard, realigning the bone.

"I'll have to use my secret move!" he declared, his voice low but resolute.

[Nasty Face Style - Devil Face]

Smoke began to rise from his body, transforming his already nasty visage into something wicked, resembling a demon from the abyss.

His skin turned a fiery red, and suddenly, he vanished like a mirage.

Bakuzan sensed danger and his instincts kicked in.

Bham!

Both fighters collided in a fierce exchange, a shockwave erupting from their fists.

The ground trembled beneath them as they unleashed a barrage of explosive blows.

Bakuzan's face twisted into a sinister smile. "You should have done this from the start!"

[Shura Straight Punch] he roared, his fist connecting with Nasty Face and sending him flying back several meters.

Bakuzan examined his hands, noticing the slimy snot sticking to them. "I'LL KILL YOU!" he screamed in fury.

[Hell Dispatch Chop]

With immense force, he swung his right hand in a chopping motion, aiming for Nasty Face's neck.

But Nasty Face wore a wicked smile as he caught Bakuzan's arm.

Using his momentum, he slammed him into the ground, creating a small crater.

Without giving Bakuzan a moment to breathe, Nasty Face unleashed a relentless barrage of punches, bruising his opponent from head to toe.

The sound of the rapid strikes echoed throughout the arena as dust rose.

After a while, silence fell over the stadium.

In the crater, both fighters lay unconscious, the audience holding its breath.

"Ladies and gentlemen, both fighters are out of commission… The fight is considered a draw!" the referee announced.

"We have a dark horse in this tournament! Nasty Face has achieved a miracle by breaking his seventh losing streak." the announcer declared, igniting the crowd's excitement.

"When will he secure his first victory? Will this tenacious man achieve his first win? Let's find out in the next episode."

Cheers erupted as the audience celebrated the thrilling battles, eager for what was to come next.

Among the crowd, a tall and slender woman with long blue hair cheered for Nasty face.

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Author's note.

Sorry for the late update.

I don't have much experience in writing a fight scene, but I'll keep trying :)