"Are both of you ready?!"
"Yes!"
"Yes!"
"Fight!"
Without further ado, the next match started with a swing of the referee's arm.
Smack!
A fist came flying and pushed Kesha's head back. A nosebleed started to drip down his face.
"Shit!"
Kesha groaned loudly.
The punch came so quickly that he didn't see it coming and only felt it land on his nose.
Smack!
Immediately after the punch, Julian kicked him on the thigh. It was clear that it would leave a bruise.
Then, as Kesha raised his arms in defense, Julian punched him in the stomach, causing Kesha to double over in pain.
Kesha tensed up his muscles to try to swallow some of the impact, but it was barely of any use.
"The Miner's Pickaxe!"
With his left, he chopped his hand down at Julian. It was like he acted as if his hand was the end of the pickaxe, but unlike the rocks in the mines, Julian dodged the blow with ease.