I understand it now {edited}

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Standing there, Death Bringer took a fighting position, but his stance was like that of a squat.

Ken seeing this also follows suit, focusing his eyes as he tries to think of possible ways to use to defeat the enemy.

All his life, Ken had never been in a fight, but for some reason unknown, he was strangely very confident. 

He didn't know what it was; yes, he was weak, very weak, not to mention the fact that less than a day ago, he had been seriously injured.

His heart; didn't change or spark motion, it was calm, too calm.

Although Ken had never been in a fight, his template fusion for Mei Mei had already increased by 3%, which gave him the advantage of having 3% of her skills and experience.

This meant he had her knowledge and skills belonging to her martial arts, [Wing Chun], a martial art that emphasizes speed, precision, and counter-attacking. 

A martial art commonly known for its traps and control of techniques, which Mei Mei could use to catch her opponents off-guard.

This was Ken's plan, and although he only knew 3% of it, something within him said it was enough, it told him that it was all he needed.

The referee, walking to the middle of them, raised one of his hands and swiftly cut through the air with quick motion, slightly forming wind with its cut, wind so strong that the air pressure it formed was visible with the naked eyes of the surrounding spectators 

Then immediately, as if in response to the referee's actions, Ken moved, but he didn't run; he just dashed in secular motions, keeping his eyes on Death Bringer, whose stance was fixed in the middle of the Arena.

Then his pace increased, fast, too fast. 

This was only possible because he used cursed energy to cover his feet.

Then it happened, Before anyone could react, before they could even notice,

he was now suspended mid-air, close to Death Bringer's face.

Seeing this, Death Bringer widened his eyes with shock, looking at Ken's left hand, which was now holding what looked to be sharp white scissors.

Ken, moving cursed energy into his left hand, pushed the sharp scissors faster, moving with quick motion, so quick they seemed to be cutting through the very fabric of the air itself, stabbing Death Bringer straight in the neck.

But they didn't penetrate; no blood, no scar, no scratch; it was as if he had stabbed into a wall of steel.

 "Hahaha!" Death Bringer laughed in amusement as Ken kicked his feet onto his stomach, launching himself back, landing on his hands and feet far enough to ensure he was safe from any attacks.

"You think you can win with scissors?!" Death Bringer mocked with a crazed, widened smile.

"Where are we?!" he asked.

"HELL!" the crowd sang in unison as if speaking with voice of one

"And what does it bring?!" He shouted.

"DEATH!" they replied.

Although the sounds were filled with joy and pending chaos, Ken had to stay focused because Death Bringer had a voice that imposed power, it was too deep and intimidating for him to look anywhere else, with its strong Asian accent, Ken could feel it, he felt fear.

Looking at Death Bringer, Ken came up with little conclusions: first, Death Bringer's ability is mainly associated with hardening his skin;

Secondly, this ability is not always active, he noticed this when Death Bringer's skin underwent a visible transformation right before the attack, indicating that its effects are temporary

Third, when his body hardens, it becomes rigid and immobile, rendering him unable to move in its hardened state.

But there was still something else, Ken had to check.

The reason Ken had observed Death Bringer so much in just the span of one attack was because of the crows he had placed all around the building; with shared vision, it was easy to discover even the smallest of details. 

Ken, dashing for another attack, was surprised for a second when he realized that Death Bringer's face showed nothing but a smile.

Suddenly, Death Bringer seemed to punch nothing, because Ken was too far; Ken wondered what exactly Death Bringer was doing. 

But just as Death Bringer punched the air, his right hand extended, becoming large as it stretched

In an instant, it was already close to Ken, hitting him with such force and speed that a slight sound was heard on impact.

Surely, if it had been anyone else, they would have died.

Moving backward and bouncing three times on the ground, he seemed to be unconscious. 

Death Bringer, seeing this, had the expression of utter shock, because usually when he uses this ability, his fist would instantly leave a hole in his victim, but this small boy seemed to be fine by his standards.

Looking at his fists, there seemed to be traces of Ken's blood on it; bringing it closer to his face and licking the stain of Ken's blood, he looked at the crowd that stood above him, his face the stance of pure joy, his voice the sound of pure excitement.

But before he could speak or ask the crowd to make its noise, a slight voice of laughter was heard like sound of soil.

The laughter grew louder and louder to the point it seemed as if a crazy man was laughing.

Looking in the direction of Ken, they realized that he was already up on his feet. Although he was wearing a mask, they knew that he was the one responsible for the sudden change in atmosphere.

"If I didn't use cursed, I would have been dead!" he said as he continued to laugh.

Death Bringer, for the first time since fighting Ken, could feel a slight shiver moving down his spine

 "I understand it now! Heee-hee-hee-heeee! Aaahaahahahaha! I.. I understand!" Ken said when suddenly, through the eyes of everyone present, he disappeared.

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