I threw a right punch to Jordan's shoulder, but Jordan swerved at the last second with the precision of a seasoned fighter. Like I thought, he's improving as the fight goes on, despite his injuries. He maneuvered his hand past my guard and grasped my collar with an iron grip, pulling me closer. I threw a counter punch aimed at his liver, but he managed to tank it with a resilience that seemed almost superhuman. His adrenaline is skyrocketing! Jordan fired off a series of rapid gut strikes, the same strike he just used before. Each blow landed, the power seeping through my ribcage. I grimaced and tried to swipe them away, but his power... it was increasing with each passing second. He's getting stronger as the fight goes on!
Regaining my bearings, I kneed him in the stomach with all the force I could muster. His stomach growled, and his chest caved in slightly from the impact. He yelled, "Not yet!" with a fierce will to survive. Jordan responded with a swift leg sweep, striking my ankle—the same ankle he had nearly broken before. I floated in mid-air for a second, the world around me slowing down as the adrenaline finally surged through my bloodstream as well.
Hitting the ground hard, the impact jolted through my body and left me momentarily disoriented. The rough gravel beneath me scraped against my skin, adding to the burning pain. Jordan crouched down, his arms reaching for a ground hold to pin me. Not going to happen! I flipped back, using my legs to kick his hands away just in time. The uneven stones on the ground made it difficult to find my footing, but I managed to stabilize myself. My hand pressed against the earth, steadying me as I looked up. The world seemed to move in slow motion as I saw his knee driving toward my face. Instantly, it connected with my chin, sending a sharp, jarring pain shooting through my jaw. My teeth clenched involuntarily, and my head snapped back, my gaze momentarily fixed on the sky. How is he doing this? His body should be in disrepair by now.
Just forget the pain. Focus on.. him! I am still able to fight! Even with his maximum firepower, it pales in comparison to Oren's. I followed the flow of momentum, planting my hands firmly behind me and using them as leverage to deliver a powerful double leg kick to Jordan's sternum. The impact was solid, and I felt the force travel through my legs. Jordan flew back, his body skidding across the rough ground as he coughed up blood, the crimson droplets splattering against the dirt. "Little bastard." I muttered under my breath, watching him struggle to get back up.
My hand slipped, and I fell back onto the ground with a heavy thud. The impact sent high levels of pain through my already damaged body. Jordan seized the opportunity, closing the distance between us with alarming speed. He locked my arm within his legs and wrenched it out to the side in a perfect arm hold. This isn't good. I tried using brute strength to break free, but his grip was unyielding. We were both damaged, our bodies pushed to their limits. The thing is, my adrenaline has not spiked yet. His adrenaline had been in overdrive for a while now, giving him an almost inhuman resilience. I yelled to psyche myself up, hoping the rush of energy would give me the edge I needed. My goal of revenge fueled my actions as I threw my free arm around and grasped Jordan's hair, pulling it with all my might. With my index finger straightened, I aimed for his left eye and pierced it.
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The moment my finger made contact, his eye exploded, and blood burst out in a gruesome spray. The sight was disgusting, yet again, I was happy to hurt him. Jordan's will to fight quickly disappeared, the pain overwhelming him. His arms lost all their strength, and I felt his grip loosen. I broke out of the hold, the lock giving way like a much-desired key turning in a rusted door. I stood up, towering over Jordan. He grasped his eye, trying to comfort the wounded area. The blood seeped through his fingers, his face contorted in agony. He yelled, "Nngh, you bastard! That's my damn eye!" His voice was a mixture of rage and desperation, his body writhing like a child in a tantrum. I looked down at him, my soul feeling triumph.
Jordan, through some inexplicable blessing, managed to kick back and recover himself. Despite the gruesome injury to his eye, which was now completely pierced and rendered useless, he somehow found the strength to stand. His movements were shaky, and he could only raise one arm in a feeble guard. His will was admirable, even if his body was on the brink of collapse. I took a moment to catch my breath, feeling the toll of the fight. The damage I sustained was partly due to the fact I had already beaten Tom before this encounter. Jordan's resilience was surprising, but I wasn't about to let him gain any ground.
I looked at him and praised, "You're not bad, Jordan. You knowing some karate caught me off guard, but that was it. If Tom wasn't here, you wouldn't have even landed a tackle." Jordan's eye burned bright, his one good eye fixed on me. I knew he was running on fumes, but his spirit was unbroken. I leaned forward, planting my hands firmly in front of me. My body shifted into a track sprinter's stance, as if I was preparing to run a forty-meter dash. Every muscle in my body coiled, ready to unleash one final burst of energy.
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Hashigana Style: Knockdown Combo
- The user needs an opening to enact this technique. When given enough time, the user uses all of their speed to enter a sprint. The user throws a right low kick, a left knee, and then a right downward elbow.
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I leapt off, sprinting with everything I had. The world around me blurred as I slowly gained momentum, my speed increasing until I was sprinting at twenty miles per hour. I focused on Jordan, who was barely able to keep his balance. As I closed the distance, I fired a low kick to his calf. The impact was solid, and he stumbled backward from the blow, his already unstable stance faltering further. He was in no state to fight back. Perfectly executed. I threw a clinch knee to his sternum. The force of the strike made him recoil, his breath hitching as pain wracked his body. He faced straight down into the pavement, his back hunched in a desperate attempt to shield himself. Without even a second passing, I turned and delivered a downward elbow to the back of his head. This is one of the worst spots to be hit from. The sound of the impact was beautiful as his head slammed into the concrete. His body spasmed violently from the shock, rolling to his other side in an almost involuntary response. A flicker of pity crossed my mind. You almost made me feel bad for you.
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Hashigana Style: Organ Expulsion
- The enemy must be on the ground and dazed. The user, then, as quickly as possible- jumps straight onto the enemy's stomach. This severely damages the internal organs.
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I jumped a few feet into the air, my ray of vision focusing solely onto him. This ends now. I quipped, "I won't miss this time."