Chapter 162
Blood trickled down the side of my head and I inwardly cursed. My head was probably split open.
Well the odds certainly aren't looking good.
I could taste the metallic taste of blood as I licked my split lip. Narrowing my eyes at the man I once considered a friend I tried my best to keep myself upright.
He kept his steely grey eyes trained on me, his gaze never leaving mine as his chest rose and fell at a rapid pace. The man standing opposite of me has a huge build.
I have sparred with Levy before. We've trained together. I've seen him fight. But fighting against him now made me realize that he had never really showed me his true potential. I guess this was what he was saving that for.
There was no trace of the playful friend he always was to me. He wasn't planning to hold back this time.
Next thing I knew, his fist swung an inch away from my face and I immediately pulled my head back.
He was being ruthless, he didn't spare me a second to catch my breath, he just kept coming and coming.
By his physique, I knew that he trained hard for this competition. If it wasn't for the cut on his lip and his slightly swollen cheek, I would've thought that it was impossible to land a hit on him.
He wasn't just quick, he was strong and had incredible aim. In all honesty, his hits made me feel like a meteor just landed straight on my face.
Now I was simply doing everything I could to avoid getting another hit and hope he'd get tired soon enough. Judging from how everything was slightly spinning, another hit could possibly knock me out.
I was stalling, buying myself time to let the pain subside and will the world to stop spinning. We circled each other before he lunged once again.
It was almost impossible to predict his next moves Every time I manage to dodge his hit, it would always be a close call.
The frustration that I felt within me whenever I failed to land a single hit on him was overwhelming and I felt like tearing the hair off his head.
He charged at me once again, emitting a loud roar. I side stepped him once again but one of his hands grabbed my foot. Before I knew it, my back had hit the ring's floor with a loud thud.
Before the guy can slam his body on mine WWE style and possibly breaking every bone in my body, I rolled out of the way and onto my feet.
I balanced myself on the balls of my feet, shuffling non-stop to be ready to move out of the way once again if he decided to have another go at me.
I tried to keep my breathing even and tried to think clearly.
‘Come on, Case!' I urged myself as I tried remembering everything that I learned from Mr. Huang.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself as I remembered the meditation sessions that Mr. Huang made me do.
I hesitated for a split second before closing my eyes, catching sight of levy crouching as he watched me.
The second that I heard footsteps barreling towards me from my left, my eyes snapped open. I spun my body out of the way, inches away from getting knocked down by Levy.
As Mr. Hulk 2.0 zoomed past me, I raised my leg and kicked him hard on the back, aiming for the back of his head.
I almost hooted as I felt the impact. I watched him fall face first, sprawled on the floor.
When I saw him rolling over and attempting to get up, I dashed over and sent another kick flying straight to his face.
I put my whole body into it and the result was sickening as a loud crack echoed throughout the tent.
Levy fell backwards, blood had smeared his face and when he didn't twitch or make any signs that he was going to get back up, a guy in uniform came running into the ring. He checked for a pulse.
I could hear the blood rushing in my ears as I clenched my fists and waited as trepidation washed over me.
The guy in uniform nodded to someone behind me and suddenly the voice of the announcer blared through the speakers.
I felt my shoulders relax as I heard him announce that Levy was still alive I watched as they hoisted him on to a stretcher and whisked him away.
Someone landed their hand on my shoulder and I tensed up. I grabbed the hand and instinctively got ready to flip whoever the owner of the limb was over my shoulder.
"Woah!" The panicked voice of the host echoed through the speakers. I immediately let go of the tight grip I had on his hand.
I turned around and saw the fear in the host's eyes as he moved the mic away from his lips and cleared his throat.
He avoided my gaze as I kept my features stoic and announced me as the winner.
I knew I should've felt overjoyed and, basically, like a million bucks, but all I felt was relief.
The only happiness I felt was from knowing that everything was finally over. The relief, however, was the best part.
I was finally free from this deadly competition and I could finally live a decent life.
