Approaching the youth in white, Henrique simply watched in silence, showing no reaction, as if everything were under control. "He just stands there, acting so high and mighty; I'm going to end this guy the moment I catch him!" thought Yasoke, rushing toward Henrique who, calmly, did not vanish. He waited for him to approach until Yasoke was within two meters of him. Then, Henrique Loss extended his arm abnormally, landing a punch. Yasoke couldn't believe it and tried once more, but upon reaching the two-meter mark, he took another blow. Incredulous, Yasoke tried again; however, as he reached the two-meter distance, he suffered another punch, all precisely to the face. "What kind of shitty reach is this!" Yasoke thought while taking the beating.
Yuji, watching the fight intently, concluded: — He is teleporting his fist; to do that requires an absurd level of magic control. Poor Yasoke. — Yuji grew irritated, for the youth in ballet slippers did not even know what magic Henrique was using, and this technique left him even more confused.
Yasoke kept pushing forward and always received the same blow at the same range, until he stopped and reflected: "This guy's reach is completely different; every time I get within a distance of about two meters, he strikes me directly in the face." While Yasoke pondered, he stared at the youth in white, who maintained a cold expression in his gaze, observing him seriously. However, while the youth in slippers reasoned, Henrique began to walk around him, tracing a circle with a two-meter radius. He began to strike Yasoke coldly, who managed to defend the attacks to his face by raising his guard. But just when he thought the opponent would only strike his head, a right kick surged into his abdomen. The blow caused the youth in ballet slippers to lose his guard, and immediately after, Henrique landed a precise hook to his chin.
Yasoke recoiled: "What the hell was that? I couldn't do anything, it was too fast!" Henrique then taunted: — Look, junkyard boy, I'm going to pick up the pace so we can finish this quickly! — He adjusted his glasses and walked toward Yasoke. The youth stayed on the defensive, but upon reaching a distance of five meters, he began to be struck again, over and over. He defended nearly all the blows, but some broke through. Yasoke's arms were already heavy and, when he lowered his guard, he received many consecutive jabs to the face; his body was still and the only thing moving was his neck, under the impact of Henrique's strikes. The crowd began to find those techniques bizarre.
— What am I seeing? — was the most common reaction. There was a young man being beaten from an abnormal distance and, worst of all, unable to fight back. Yuji bit his lip to stay calm, but there was nothing to be done; he could only blame himself. Yasoke was taking a heavy beating and his vision began to blur. He took two precise right jabs. — Now for the final card! — Henrique exclaimed, executing a perfect left straight that shattered some of Yasoke's teeth. His mouth filled with blood; his face bled from multiple cuts resulting from the punches and his left eye was purple. Slumped, Yasoke spat out the excess blood and a few fragments of teeth.
However, the youth in slippers rose with a disfigured face. His white tank top and his jeans were stained with his own blood. He looked at Henrique Loss with a confident gaze and said: — After taking such a beating, I have two certainties: you are left-handed, and the greatest of all... — Yasoke spat more blood before concluding: — Your greatest weapon is teleportation magic! — He spoke with a tired voice and difficulty speaking. Yuji flashed a happy smile, but soon resumed his seriousness: "Even if he has discovered it, he is completely destroyed!"
Henrique, upon hearing this, showed no fear; on the contrary, he began to clap with a smile: — Congratulations on finding out, but how did you manage such a feat? Yasoke, exhausted, uttered: — I let myself be beaten to observe your movements coldly. I noticed there is an inconsistency in the speed of your strikes and also in your movement. — He began to pant, but assumed his "freedom stance." Henrique, in return, said smiling: — How nice that you found out, it already makes this more interesting; but I still have many more techniques to show!
Yasoke ignored him and advanced against Henrique Loss, who matched his own words and began to teleport around the arena. In these teleports, images of Henrique Loss were created. Yasoke understood nothing; the images, which resembled clones, approached and, in their midst, Henrique emerged striking Yasoke's abdomen frequently, making him lose breath and strength. When he tried to protect his abdomen, he was hit in the head again, which caused him to lose consciousness momentarily. Yuji and Jhony watched in silence, seeing Yasoke being beaten without being able to react.
— Dammit... — he took a precise blow to the abdomen that made him spit blood. — I can't... — protecting his belly, he was hit by a hook. — Do... — Yasoke was struck heavily on the back of the neck, which slammed his head against the arena floor, shattering the tiles with the impact. — Anything!... I can't do anything! — Yasoke lamented while lying down. Henrique, seeing that, began to kick him: — Let's see if you get up now, junkyard boy. Weren't you the guy who was going to win this tournament? — Henrique Loss stepped on Yasoke's head against the floor repeatedly.
"What is happening...", was what Yasoke thought while bleeding. "He is stepping on me...". He stared at the crowd while his body agonized and saw Yuji, sad and disappointed in himself; he saw a tear falling from his master. "So this is it, I am losing...". But in those thoughts, he reflected: "Wait! I am losing and being humiliated; my friend is watching what is happening and my master is disappointed. Dammit, dammit, dammit, dammit, dammit!". This bitter feeling lit a fire in Yasoke. "I can't just stay here, I haven't even used macogo properly!". At the moment he was being trampled, Yasoke used pure macogo to fortify his head and shatter the floor even further. With this shortcut, he concentrated the macogo in his hands and feet to stand up quickly.
Henrique was impressed by such audacity and the fact that he used his own head to stand up: — Apparently, you're tired of being beaten! — Yasoke wiped the blood from his face, looked at Henrique Loss and shouted: — If I'm going to get screwed, I MIGHT AS WELL GO ALL IN, HEAD FIRST INTO THIS SHIT! — He inhaled. — That's what I said before, but now I have better reasons to fight!
Yasoke assumed the freedom stance, leaving his arms free and starting the step. Henrique was shocked by the attitude and, ignoring the language, only smiled: — Then let's go for the finale; let's end this massacre in style! — He adjusted his glasses and walked toward Yasoke. The youth in ballet slippers stared at him with a cold expression, without showing anger or any strong emotion, but inside, Yasoke was burning with rage.