Looking at Natsuhi, who had been sent staggering back by his punch, now kneeling on one knee with her chest heaving as she gasped for breath,
Old Hei instantly grew more confident. After their brief exchange, he had a rough idea of his opponent's strength.
He had to admit, that diving uppercut just now was executed beautifully. If she had possessed the physical attributes of an average adult male, he would have been in serious trouble.
But unfortunately, there were no 'ifs'. If her skill level was only this, then there was absolutely no way she could defeat him.
As Old Hei slowly closed in, Natsuhi felt uncertain. This body was far too weak.
It wasn't just strength; speed, reach, stamina, reflexes—every aspect lagged far behind her opponent's.
These physical attributes were like a computer's hardware; they set the upper limit for what technique could achieve.
Having reached this point, Old Hei was no longer in a hurry to attack.
He shook the wrist of the hand he'd used to punch, a sneer mixing disdain and mockery spreading across his face, like a cat toying with a mouse.
"What's wrong, little wildcat?"
"Weren't you pretty fierce just now? I have to admit, I was startled for a second when you charged."
He sauntered forward leisurely, his voice dripping with a detestable sense of superiority,
"But are you already out of steam? Where's that arrogance of yours? Show it to me!"
Old Hei's gaze grew increasingly greedy, sweeping over Natsuhi's school shirt, slightly transparent from sweat, before finally settling on her heaving chest. His tone turned even more vulgar,
"When it comes down to it, a woman should act like a woman. Wouldn't it be better to just lie down and enjoy it? Why insist on fighting like a man?"
"Your body shouldn't be used for fighting. Wouldn't it be better to use it to make me happy?"
As he spoke, Old Hei clenched his massive fist, the knuckles cracking like popping beans, the thick flesh of his face twisting into a ferocious grin:
"It's fine if you don't understand my meaning now. Brother here loves taming little wild fillies like you. Once I knock you down and pin you to the ground..."
He deliberately paused, licking his thick lips, a lecherous glint flashing in his eyes,
"...I'll make sure you remember well what happens when you provoke a real man!"
"Oh, right,"
he added, as if just remembering, gesturing with his chin towards the unconscious Saki nearby,
"and that little friend of yours. You two seem pretty close."
"Don't worry. After I'm done 'taking care of' you, I'll have her join you soon enough. Then, I'll let you sisters... heh heh heh..."
His smile grew increasingly obscene, and the speed of his advance towards Natsuhi quickened, as if he could no longer suppress the impulse raging within him, eager to unleash it.
[Good... I've recovered enough.]
On the other side, however, Natsuhi remained unmoved by Old Hei's filthy words. She had been calm from the start. Since the fight had begun, her goal was singular—to crush her opponent.
Everything else, *everything* else, was outside her consideration!
So Natsuhi actually wished Old Hei would keep talking, giving her body time to fully recover. Her arm still ached from the earlier blow, but it no longer hindered her punches.
Just as Old Hei stepped forward, about to launch his attack, Natsuhi, her eyes blazing with ferocity, leaped into the air, executing a flying front kick aimed straight at Old Hei's liver.
In an instant, she was upon him, a spinning arc of a hook kick about to slice through the air!
Old Hei clearly hadn't expected her to launch an attack at this point, and this time, her speed was noticeably faster, her power more violent.
It was a powerful mid-level roundhouse kick.
A leg's reach far exceeds that of an arm, allowing for effective attacks from a distance where the opponent's fists cannot land.
Moreover, the leg muscles are the strongest in the human body. Combined with the twisting power from the hips, the striking force of a single kick far surpasses that of a punch.
The power of this kick was much greater than a punch. Natsuhi refused to believe he wouldn't feel it this time.
Sure enough, having let his guard down and not expecting to be within Natsuhi's striking range, Old Hei was caught somewhat off guard.
He took the blow squarely, but unfortunately, the kick didn't land on his liver region but on his abdomen, as he had slightly adjusted his posture at the critical moment.
[That was close————!]
The kick sent Old Hei staggering. If he hadn't reacted quickly just now, he might have been finished right there.
His gaze dropped to Natsuhi's smooth thigh. He intended to grab it directly for a leg-catch takedown, to pin her down hard.
But Natsuhi didn't get greedy. After landing the hit, she swiftly retracted her leg.
His abdomen throbbed with pain, and his counter failed. Old Hei looked at Natsuhi in disbelief, about to say something—
Seeing her chance, Natsuhi wouldn't let such an opportunity slip. The first strike, the uppercut, had lulled his vigilance; the second, the powerful mid-kick, made him pay for his carelessness.
This was her strategy. At this point, Natsuhi gave him no time to catch his breath or regroup!
Because once Old Hei's guard was fully up, such opportunities would be gone!
Did Natsuhi not know Old Hei would defend his abdomen?
Of course she did. That move was precisely to make him block!
Natsuhi instantly lunged forward, charging at Old Hei, who was retracting his arms after missing the leg grab. Just as she was about to enter the range of his reach,
her right shoulder feinted forward sharply, as if launching a charging punch straight at Old Hei's lowered, hunched head.
Old Hei, with his rich combat experience, instinctively shifted his defensive focus to the right, raising his left arm to guard his head, ready to block the anticipated right punch and counter immediately.
[Damn it! A feint!]
When no pain immediately came to his left arm, he instantly realized he'd been tricked.
[How is this possible! Her motion looked so complete.]
Natsuhi's feint was too convincing. Reeling from the heavy blow, Old Hei had misjudged in his panic.
By the time he realized, it was too late.
Natsuhi's right foot, which had feinted forward, planted firmly. Her body weight shifted magically to her left foot in an instant. Using her left foot as a pivot, her waist and hips twisted like a tightly wound spring, unleashing the real finishing move—a low left-leg sweep kick.
A diagonal step forward, bending the leg while stepping, sinking her center of gravity, then swinging her arm and kicking her leg, using her shinbone like a cleaver.
It slammed viciously into the exposed outer thigh of Old Hei's right leg, which was bearing his weight due to his defensive stance!
Old Hei's knee buckled slightly from Natsuhi's meticulously planned low kick, nearly sending him to his knees, but he gritted his teeth and held on.
The power of a leg really couldn't be compared to a fist. After Natsuhi switched legs, Old Hei was starting to struggle.
It wasn't over!
Natsuhi stepped forward again. While Old Hei was still reeling from the pain, an incredibly fast, wide-arcing Russian hook, still from the right side, thrust viciously towards Old Hei's upper body.
[Trying another feint? Do you think I'm stupid? I won't fall for it this time!]
Seeing the hook punch coming from the right this time, Old Hei didn't focus all his attention on it. Instead, he kept a tight watch on her movements, ready to react to any other attack.
[Huh? You're not blocking? Well, if you're not blocking, then I'll just make it real~]
Seeing Old Hei's wary, half-guarding posture, Natsuhi couldn't help but smile. If you won't block, then I'll just turn the feint into reality.
Instantly, the fist arcing through the air accelerated violently!
*THUD!!!*
A perfectly executed, fully-powered, super-rotating Russian hook slammed squarely into Old Hei's chest, sending his tall frame stumbling backward.
His chest took the heavy blow, making it hard for Old Hei to even breathe. This combination of feints and real strikes had left him utterly defenseless, his head spinning.
The battle, which he had controlled with ease just moments ago, was instantly reversed. Natsuhi's figure surged forward again, charging towards the dazed black man.
"Am I not hitting hard enough?!"
She practically spat the words through gritted teeth, pouncing forward like a wild beast.