Rage flared across Kasim's face. He tore off his shirt, revealing a sculpted frame, and charged like a storm.
Rohit took a defensive stance, reading Kasim like an open book.
He could tell that his opponent's only advantage was raw muscle mass, and that could only be tackled through elite combat techniques. He was hesitant to use it because his current new body had no practice yet. Sure, he knew the patterns, but drawing energy and maintaining efficiency were different matters.
One mistake, one misstep, one miscalculation and it would all be over.
His eyes captured the angle of Kasim's hips and the way he shifted his weight, and he predicted that the man would likely feint to the right before striking left.
Mistaking it would be fatal. He was only two meters away.
He took a deep breath to focus.
Suddenly, he felt his heartbeat rise again, and peace calmed his mind.
