Connell strode forward, and as he moved closer to Jonathan, memories of his training flooded his mind.
Long, tireless hours of practice were all for this moment. All for this one fight.
'I did not bleed and sweat just to lose!'
Connell's eyes turned red, and then his fist extended forward, but before it could reach all the way, Jonathan grabbed his arm, twisted it, and pinned it behind his back.
"Argh!"
Connell stabbed his thumb towards Jonathan's face, but he dodged it and pushed him towards the edge of the ring, nearly toppling him over.
He quickly turned around and swung his fist at Jonathan, but he weaved through the punch and hook-punched him in the waist.
Smack!
It landed with a loud thud!
'Shit! We investigated Karuza High's fighters all night long, and based on the investigation, Jonathan should've been a fighter who uses locks and throws, rarely using punches.
'Yet, his punches hurt like hell!'