The Match Winner

Yami stood still on a rainy night, but his body wasn't soaked wet. His eyes were closed, and his breathing was ragged. The stingers on his arm vanished, and he stood there vulnerable to be killed.

"Ah..." Yami's hand raised and touched his left shoulder, where the memory of getting shot by a child continued playing in his mind. His eyes trembled, and he saw blood in his hand and a gun in front of him.

"St-stop!" Yami yelled and grasped his hair to stop the hallucinations from his past. It was distracting him from his goal to finish Yaoting.

Even in open spaces in the middle of the road. Yaoting didn't initiate the attack. He was hiding and peeking through the window of a building nearby.

"What is he doing?" Yaoting muttered and observed Yami's movement. "Has he gone crazy now?"

Yaoting moved to another location for a surprise attack to gain an advantage since he badly wanted to beat Yami and for his pride as an official Combatant.