Clearly cornered, he was able to find a gap and slip through with a few feints and dodges.
After a few exchanges, his opponent's stamina began to falter; after all, the guy was skinny and didn't seem to have much endurance.
Seeing the opponent tiring, Rat mustered all his strength into his fists.
Feinting left, attacking right, aim south, punch north.
In no time, he had beaten his opponent to the point where he was reeling with a black eye, searching the ground for lost teeth.
First round, Rat wins!
Next, in the second round, Monster faced off against another and won as well.
But the way Monster won was simply laughable.
Others relied on strength, but he won with his face.
When an opponent's fist came at him, he would flutter his peach blossom eyes desperately, throwing amorous glances.
The moment the opponent got distracted, Monster would seize the opening with a spinning kick, knocking the opponent flat.
After that, there was no more after that.
