Chapter 168

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When a punch hit Yuji in the face, he immediately retaliated with his own attack.

When Ohma had his defense broken and his ribs hit, he countered with a kick.

When Yuji pulled him into a knee strike, he returned it with his own.

It was a completely even fight, and the use of [Unconscious] and [Advance] hadn't changed that. No...

It had only made everything even more brutal.

!

Staggering backwards as blood gushed from his nostrils, Ohma immediately raised the defense to block countless punches aimed at his face, his smile never disappearing from his lips, even when Yuji pierced he defense with a straight punch to he liver.

Choking, Ohma didn't give in even in the face of the pain that ravaged his body, his hand landing on Yuji's shoulder and manipulating its flow in a single instant, sending the boy flying through the air.

Yuji had tried to rotate his body to stop himself from falling, but his body simply refused to obey properly, forcing him to fall backwards onto the ground, the impact taking a little air out of his lungs, but not enough to make him gasp.

Rising to his feet, Yuji immediately turned in time to deflect the trajectory of a punch aimed at his face, but he gritted his teeth as a kick landed on his ribs, his eyes going wide as he felt his already fractured ribs crack even more.

'Fuck!'

Feeling the blood rise in his throat, Yuji punched Ohma's defense with full force, which sent the older fighter staggering backwards.

Yuji, with blood dripping from his lips, and Ohma, panting and completely exhausted, looked at each other with seriousness on their faces.

None of them were healthy enough to enjoy their full capabilities. Many of their most powerful techniques were completely out of play due to the state their bodies were in.

This forced the two of them to fight using simple techniques, which made the fight considerably brutal, since there was no way to end the fight quickly, other than by exchanging blows until one of the two finally gave in.

In this kind of battle, Ohma still had a bit of an advantage, since he could use [Advance] because he no longer had any hope that he would live after the fight.

But Yuji didn't have that advantage. His arsenal was larger than Ohma's, but his weakened body prevented him from using most of his techniques.

What's more, his heart was still in a state where it would eventually recover, but a single use of the [Advance] at low power would be enough to turn him into Ohma, waiting for the moment he died of cardiac arrest.

In a fight where they were both in their best condition, even Ohma could admit that Yuji would beat him.

But in that situation, the only reason Yuji was lasting so long was because of the [Unconscious], which gave him extraordinary spatial awareness and enhanced the level of his martial arts to the maximum.

His injured body prevented him from escaping many attacks, but thanks to this technique, he had been able to manage the damage.

He knew the best technique and movement to use in each situation, but his body simply prevented him from being able to execute most of them.

Boom!

Yuji barely blocked a punch with his forearms, his body being pushed back hard enough to make him stumble, which opened a gap that Ohma took advantage of with a powerful punch to his jaw.

The attack hit hard, making Yuji's mind waver for a moment, which Ohma noticed immediately.

!

But just as he stepped forward to take advantage of the boy's mental confusion, a punch hit him squarely on the top of his head, pushing him down and smashing his face against the ground.

This was one of the main advantages of [Unconscious], and as he himself said...

Ohma rolled to the side to escape a foot that smashed into the ground where he had been standing a second before, kneeling down and turning to Yuji, watching as the confusion seemed to disappear from his features.

Yuji didn't need to be completely conscious to keep fighting.

"Kid, you really are a monster." Ohma said between gasps, standing up while keeping he guard up. "To think that there was someone with so much potential is enviable."

Yuji, who at this point was shaking his head to clear away the confusion, listened to the fighter's words with a raised eyebrow, turning to face him.

"I was quite blessed, I admit." With the confusion finally gone and his vision returning to normal, Yuji returned to his combat stance, a small smile on his lips. "But I don't like to give all the glory to my talent, after all, I've been through hell to get where I am."

"I understand, after all, talent is nothing without effort." Ohma nodded, returning his own smile as he adjusted his posture. "Those with only talent are nothing. But those with talent and effort, those are fucking strong."

"And you, kid. You're very strong."

Boom!

Exploding towards Yuji, Ohma reached him in a single instant, immediately throwing a punch that the boy was easily able to deflect.

But, knowing this would happen, Ohma continued his momentum as he launched an unstoppable string of attacks, forcing the young fighter to retreat as he struggled to block most of the strikes.

But after a few seconds of just retreating and blocking, without finding a gap to counterattack, Yuji did what Ohma was waiting for.

He stumbled.

And Ohma immediately kicked.

Boom!

But surprising the holder of Niko's style, he quickly turned around to see the boy's fingers entwined around his ankle, a warning going off in his mind.

"Damn, that could have been the end of me."

But before Ohma could react properly, he found himself upside down in mid-air, his vision catching only his opponent's foot flying towards him before he felt a crushing pain and his body flew across the arena.

!

Hitting the edge of the arena, Ohma choked on his blood, his skin returning to normal as he fell to the ground and slowly began to get up.

"It looks like neither of us can take much more." With his blurred vision and mental confusion, Ohma was still able to discern Yuji's voice, his head lifting to find the boy gasping for breath while clutching his knees. "Let's get this over with."

Ohma spat out a mouthful of blood, using all his strength just to stand up one last time.

"The conventional way."

With both fighters smiling, they didn't bother to raise their guards, just walked towards each other in uneven steps.

"One last exchange of blows!"