Ki lion paws appeared around Timurid boy's hands as ki lion feet appeared around his feet as well.

The two dashed forward and struck out. Raja Kint throws a punch and the boy swipes down like a lion. Raja Kint was surprised that a standstill occurred. He quickly tried to reposition.

Timurid boy pounced on Raja Kint giving him no time to think. Raja Kint was forced to play defense as more lion swipes lashed at him. Allowing his arms to take the hits while looking for an opening.

Raja Kint was able to quickly find an opening. When the right swipe was retracting, Raja Kint launched himself forward. Timurid boy seemed to react even faster as he quickly swung out his left leg. Raja Kint quickly evaded the leg only to be forced to take a right paw slash.

After the slash, Timurid boy didn’t stop. He quickly sped up, reaching Raja Kint as he attacked with more slashes. Raja Kint frowned, his fighting style is so annoying. But, is he really just a one-trick pony. All he’s doing is slashing. Although, that counter combo to the opening I found seemed a bit too natural.

Raja Kint stomped his legs and threw a punch forward. Wanting to create space the punch shot forth. In turn, a slash landed on his chest. With a strong body, how could one slash be enough?

“Bang!”

The punch landed squarely on Timurid boy’s chest. He winced in pain but immediately stomped his legs to push forward. Raja Kint frowned. “Up close it is then.”

Timurid boy struck his palm out while curling his fingertips. Raja Kint threw another punch forward too. As both attacks landed simultaneously. Timurid boy fiercely struck his fingers forward. Claws shot out of his ki lion paw and tried to dig into Raja Kint’s skin.

Raja Kint was surprised as he went to grab the arm that had overstayed its welcome. Timurid boy quickly retracted the claws as Raja Kint’s clothes were tattered before pulling his arm away. Raja Kint not being able to grab the arm in time.

“You’re a body cultivator, it’s no wonder your punches are so heavy.” Timurid boy looked at where he tried to claw Raja Kint. The only evidence is tattered clothes.

“Your fighting style is certainly weird.” Raja Kint eyed the ki lion paws. “If those claws struck anyone else then this fight would already be decided.”

Timurid boy smiled. “It seems the reputation of heartless blue eyes is backed by some strength. Let’s see how strong you really are.”

A ki lion’s mane covered his neck and chest. The ki lion legs and arms also appearing. Timurid boy seemed like a kid adorned in a lion. Raja Kint narrowed his eyes.

“Well, hopefully you can turn this up a notch. This fight has been quite bor-” Raja Kint’s eyes widened as he instinctively punches out.

“Bang!”

Raja Kint slid backward while looking up. He’s really quick. Timurid boy had launched an attack that Raja Kint, even while alert, could barely react to. The two stopped sliding and charged forward. Once again, Timurid boy’s speed was shown to its fullest effect.

“Boom!”

“Boom!”

“Bang!”

They continuously slid back after every punch. Raja Kint could feel how strong these attacks were. He didn’t think it would be possible, but he felt a different type of pressure from this boy before him. A fighting style that sought to win through prolonged battle.

Raja Kint charged forward again. This time dodging to the side of a right hand swipe. He threw a left punch only for the blow to be softened by the mane. A left-hand swipe connected as Raja Kint was forced on the back foot. He didn’t back down as he returned blow for blow. Raja Kint began to sway more as he became more serious.

Right slash, sway left, straight right kick, left leg block. Timurid boy was forced backward, Raja Kint closing in. This time, Raja Kint’s speed exploded. Quickly reaching the boy he swung his right fist downward into the mane.

“Krak!”

Raja Kint’s punch slammed the boy into the stage. Spiderweb-like hairs stretched out from Timurid boy’s body. Raja Kint raised his arm again. “Bam!”

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“Urgh! Get off!” Timurid boy curled his legs up to his chest.

“Fwoom!”

The slicing of air sounded as his legs ferociously shot forward. Raja Kint had quickly jumped away to evade that kick. When the crowd saw the boy’s face was twisted in pain, a streak of blood down the right corner of his lip. Many had a feeling that they would be losing their money again.

The dark orange-clothed man showed shock. “To cause so much damage even through the mane.”

Timurid boy stood up, his face now back to normal besides the line of blood. “Those were some truly vicious punches.”

Raja Kint narrowed his eyes. “I knew that mane could absorb. But this is crazy.”

“You look down on me Heartless Blue Eyes. That punch surely would knock most out of commission.” He paused as a smirk appeared. “I’ll show you something splendid.” He got down on all fours, his claws extending out. His body slightly leaned backward as his arm muscles flexed.

Raja Kint felt that something dangerous was about to happen. He wasn’t sure what it was. He didn’t want to use his law or his devastation fist. But this opponent didn’t seem to be leaving him much opening.

Raja Kint began lightly swaying back and forth.

“Lose!” Timurid boy shot forward like an arrow let loose from a bow. Raja Kint clenched his right fist as he concentrated his ki there. Stepping forward, the two clashed as wind whipped out. Neither slid backward as they clashed again. Raja Kint disregarded defense as he focuses all of his ki into his two fists. Their punches went past each other aiming for their heads.

Raja Kint leaned inward, slipping under the swipe. Even still he could hear the cutting of air. His punch landed on the mane. With Timurid boy on all fours the mane was the only area he could consistently hit. Yet, the mane was truly an exhausting ability. Raja Kint threw his right fist to back up for appropriate spacing for another left punch. He wants a battle of attrition. As if I’ll give you what you want. So what if my fist needs to heal for a bit.

Inside Raja Kint’s right fist. The ki began forming a single spiral.

This also relied on him not using his right fist. As such, he used his left fist for three repeated clashes. Timurid boy noticed this change and after the second repeated clash became even more aggressive. He also had an ominous feeling.

Raja Kint completely let his left arm go as he took a clawed slash to his chest. In turn, he threw his right fist forward.

“First Fist of Devastation!”

Timurid boy’s eyes widened as a heat wave of ki hit his body. He immediately coughed up blood with widened eyes. Raja Kint looked at the boy flying through the air before landing near the edge of the stage. It was clear the boy was severely weakened.

Raja Kint’s fist was also dripping blood. Since he didn’t have to sustain the attack as long as he did with the ninth-stage bandit. The damage this time was lessened. Still, his eyes were sharp as he charged forward.

The dark orange-clothed man watched as the boy he brought along. Was flung through the air and struggling to stand. He looked at Raja Kint’s right fist with astonishment.

Raja Kint closed in as his opponent struggled to stand. Even though he was struggling to stand. His ki animal technique hadn’t dispersed. Showing that he intended to continue fighting. Yet, once he stood straight he spoke.

“This is your win.” His eyelids drooped as his ki animal technique dispersed. He turned and stepped off the stage. The dark orange-clothed man noticed his unsteady steps and quickly approached. Carrying the young man with him.

The crowd looked on with not an iota of sound.

“Damn, this is another legend like back then.”

“A recreation of a legend huh.”

“Putting it this way, losing our money feels a bit less wasted.”

The kids hearing this felt admiration toward Raja Kint. The admiration that the weak held toward the strong.

Master A spoke out, “We’ll be taking no more battles everyone. So you can happily disperse having witnessed the legend of Heartless Blue Eyes here today.”

A man shouted, “Heartless Blue Eyes. If you win the Bisuke competition then you’ll truly be a legend throughout the empire.”

“The second ever legend to walk this path.”

Raja Kint calmly said, “Of course I’ll win the competition.”

Hearing this, no one could really rebuke him. Indeed, the stronger figures didn’t show up today. But would this small arena really matter? For Raja Kint’s legend to be cemented, he needed to win the Bisuke Competition too.

Not like I give a damn about some legend. But, I do need to become stronger. Although, I’d be surprised if anyone is absorbing damage like he’s capable of. Raja Kint slightly shivered. That would be a living hell if everyone was that way.

Time passed as no one else appeared to challenge. Master A broke Raja Kint off half the money made. After taking down their stall. Raja Kint smiled. This was great.

As he began walking to the house with his group. The entire street of vendors began clapping. Raja Kint was surprised, seeing this a male vendor spoke.

“You put on such a great display for us here—” winking his eye “—We also made some extra money these past few days thanks to your crowds.”

Raja Kint lightly chuckled as he left, looking to rest.