Points for the goal
Slamming the fist against the concrete blocks
The new notification pop up
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Skill << +10score Multiple>>
Clicking on the daily rewards sheet calendar appear with the points of
Today Day 2. Day 3. Day 4
500. 10 2000. 4000 N/A
Next mission notification alert pop up twice x2;
One on one combat with Masud.
Masud came out from the Outpost to Seth holding a clock with the main wheel yellow, the escaped wheel with a light opaque red– moving towards where Seth was standing, Seth glanced over it steady as if something special was in.
He stopped behind Seth left side, Seth turned to him but he spoke to him "what's this?!"
"This is the clocked for the battle."
"Nah it's too diminished!" Been contempt to said that to Masud about the clocked.
"What the hell are you saying this battle depends on your technique, skills, and strength to endure all pains not this simple clocked, shun it and let advanced to the battle. Here are the points to the battle win me to collect the remaining 400 points, but if lose to do so are your points collected will be lost, so be Superior to win this battle cause I won't go easy on you, you too don't go easy on me" ... Pointing his finger on Seth directly.
Masud hulked to the battled ground, Seth abide side, placing his forefinger besides the lips and the head bent down.
The battle:
The first punch glanced Masud's chin. He noticed too late that it was a feint, though, when the
second punch doubled him over and expelled the last bit of choked air from his beerweighted
belly.
It was a heck of a shot. Outside of having the wind knocked from him, which he always hated,
Masud noticed a fair amount of pain with the gutshot, which was something he wasn't used to. A
hit to the face, yes, or even the kidney...but the gut shouldn't have been much more than
discomfort, if that.
Fortunately, he was used to it all. A veteran of bar fights in four states and countless cities, even
being out of air was something Masud knew how to deal with.
He stood straight, eyes bulging with rage, and stared at his opponent—some punk college boy from earth
with a smart mouth—right in his shifty little eyes. The Seth tried to stand tall, but he was about to
panted his pants he was so scared. Masud had him where he wanted him.
"You…human…" Masud took a lurching step forward with each word. On the third, he swung: "Punk!"
The blow felt too sluggished. Masud knew the second he launched it. The spry, smirking college kid from earth (Seth)
ducked under it. Before Masud's could even register the dodge, however, another body shot, this
one to his ribs, sent fresh ripples of pain through his torso. He didn't fall—he made absolutely
sure he did not fall—but it was a lot closer than he'd have liked. In other bars, where he was
more wellknown, his reputation would have already taken a beating whether he won the fight or
not.
The Seth Parker went in for another shot. Masud shoved him off. Seeing the Seth scoot back so far against
the weight of it gave him a second wind. He covered the distance between them. Threw three
more punches that did land. The Seth fell.
Then, he stood again.
It was unreal. Between the pain in his guts and ribs and the general confusion (some would call it
being punch drunk), the sight of the Seth on his feet after the patented Masud leftrightleft was not
something he wanted to see. He threw a haymaker that the Seth ducked but didn't parry, then
another that the Seth swung under again—and responded in turn with an uppercut.
Click. The sound of Masud's upper and lower rows of teeth making unplanned contact sickened
him. Still, he kept his feet. He had to. Falling down was not—
The Egyptian woke up in the ambulance with a bad ache—both in his head and his ego.
"Punk," he said again, his throat sore from the effort of speaking that single word.
He lifted him up until dangled on the tips of his toes – "get up!!". He slammed his hands into Masud ribs and he winced. The pain rippled across his chest "Come on! Masud, is this legendary trainer, who can't even beat earth amateur"— lying to him to be already professional, raging his anger.
Masud stood on his feet "punk your are doomed" saying the name again, he scream, letting his anger bursts out, his face red with anger, charging his ki, empowered his stances, the eyes turned black, the aura spirit entangled his whole body, bringing the beast inside him,
Seth shook a little..... "P_Punk!!!" His voice louder the battle ground... Seth idle to face him... Masud's encountered with the thibault... Seth wards off his attack by acrossing the feet and spins around Masud's body.. He hefts the heavy punch against him to the ground.
The blue aura spirit force changed to nothing from the body. Blood splattered out from his guts.
The battle ended– in right of Masud encountered the heavy punch around the back neck.
The battle clock chimed and stopped the battle ground the angels, Rachna, Nisha, the remaining Phoenix's forces, and Dr.Stephen stood on the feet to clapped for Seth's.
The crowd dismantled away Seth lend a helping hand to Masud on the floor– he placed his hands and lifted him up on his feet
"You're Superior in the battle." Patting his hands on Seth shoulder.
"Yeah my training is becoming a special left with my 500 points to go I will try hard"
<< +36 EXp >> completed remainder <<-364 Exp >>XX
Rachna grabbed Seth wrist to the dormitory room, they stood behind the threshold.
"What ever move you made was packing some insane ki's" biting her lips gestured in front of Seth.
Seth moved to his bed and Rachna shored up herself beside Seth to the next morning.