White Fist, the little undefeated star part 2;

I threw myself forward with all my strength, the red-haired woman did the same.

A blow from his mace was directed towards me, without giving him any chance, I lowered my whole body and slid along the ground, managing to dodge his mace by a few centimeters.

Without giving the woman time to react, I threw a punch at her back, however, the blow barely managed to have any effect, the woman turned around to attack again with her mace, forcing me to cancel my attacks in order to dodge.

"Too fast" I didn't think someone who uses several kilograms of metal as a weapon could be so agile and dexterous.

The woman kept hitting him with her mace, some of her attacks were just a feint to get him to lower his guard.

To an uninitiated eye, it might have seemed like I was losing ground, but it was quite the opposite. I slowly inched closer to the woman until I was in a position where each of my blows could deliver their full potential.

That's what boxing methods are all about, despite being a very simple combat technique, it teaches you everything you need for a fight.

While others might be doing their best to finish off their opponents with blows that were too showy for others, I was focused on finding the best position to wear down my opponent and finish him off at the right moment.

Perhaps realizing something was wrong, the woman tried to get away from me instead of continuing to attack, but it wasn't something I was going to allow her to do.

Taking a long step, I threw a punch with my right hand, the blow that seemed to be full of simplicity managed to land on the woman's chest, pushing her a good distance away from me.

The woman, who was thrown several meters, managed to get up from the ground with difficulty.

Something that surprised many, including me, was that despite receiving such a powerful blow, he always refused to let go of his mace.

Some couldn't help but give it their approval, one of the most important things when fighting was, of course, never to drop your weapon, doing so would put you at the mercy of the enemies and put your life at risk, that's why the instructors always reminded the weapons practitioners that under no circumstances should they drop it, that they should treat their weapon like their own family.

"For someone so thin, you really hit hard." The woman let out a few laughs, it was unknown if it was because of the pain or something else.

Pointing her enormous mace at me, the woman said confidently, "I'm sorry, I underestimated you and I paid the price for it." Taking an awkward stance, the woman continued, "But enough is enough. I hope, for your sake, you don't underestimate me, Prometheus."

After finishing speaking, the woman charged at full speed, arriving at my side almost instantly.

I couldn't help but feel frozen, such speed shouldn't be possible for someone at the first stage of body refinement.

Feeling my scalp prickle, I threw myself to the ground, barely managing to dodge the woman's attack.

However, a second and then a third attack made him lose his breath.

Throwing a punch forward, I managed to get the woman to distance herself a little from me.

I could barely keep my breathing steady, this fight had suddenly become several times more intense and dangerous than my fight against the flashing swordsman.

. . . .

—Little white fist, you seem to be having a hard time. — Sitting in a VIP area, the person who had just spoken was none other than the man in colorful clothes, head of the colorful turkey fighting rings.

Signaling to an employee who was standing to the side awaiting orders, the employee approached and asked, "How can I help you, Chief of the Colored Turkey?"

—Tell the others: If White Fist manages to win this fight, include him in next week's gang fight—

The employee was quite surprised to hear that, however, she didn't ask, it wasn't her job to ask but to listen, after all, people like the one in front of her were very irritable and could get offended by anything.

—Understood, I'll let you know right away—

Before the woman could leave, the man in colorful clothes stopped her. "And another thing, if he manages to win, give him a hundred gold coins as an extra bonus."

The employee looked at him in surprise and the man asked, "Do you have any questions?"

After hesitating for a moment, the employee asked, somewhat bewildered, "Why are you helping him so much?"

The man took his time. "Let's say it's a small investment. If it works out well, it will end up benefiting me. Besides, it would be a shame if someone so promising were to die in the imminent war between Baron Andrés and the Viscount of Azure City. The hundred gold coins would help him break the servitude contract."

Hesitating for a moment, the man continued speaking, a mischievous smile on his face. "Though who knows? Maybe those idiots have already acted."

The employee didn't ask any more questions and the man dismissed her with a wave of his hand. "Well, maybe I can't break the contract. Those idiots won't let anyone go this time. A mine of spirit stones is worth any amount of sacrifice."

The man leaned back in his seat, watching the fight with interest. "For now, I'll just have a little fun . A hundred coins more, a hundred coins less, won't make much difference to my wallet, but a talent sure can."

. . . .

It was becoming increasingly difficult for me to keep my breathing and my body stable.

Instinctively I looked to the side where a transparent window floated peacefully.

Strength level:

Body Refinement: Blood Refinement

Practice method:

Breathing (Beginner 40/10,000)

Copper Body/Physical (Beginner 35/50) (mortal)

Spiritual techniques:

None

Physical techniques:

Boxing Methods (Expert 6/40)

Skill Points: 1

I had a skill point thanks to my breathing technique, I spent the skill point on boxing methods without hesitation, I wanted to save the points for better combat techniques in the future, but it seemed that with my current strengths that was something impossible.

Boxing Methods (Expert 16/40)

New knowledge and experiences began to enter my mind, it seemed that the improvement is higher the more advanced I am in a particular technique.

The tension and tiredness in my body also seemed to ease a little for some strange reason.

The woman, who also seemed a little tired, stood up straight with her mace at her side and said, "I'm a little pressed for time, so I'll just get this over with. I'd be lying if I told you it wouldn't hurt."

Wondering what she meant, the woman took her mace and threw it in my direction as if she had thrown a javelin. I instinctively wanted to block the mace, but knowing that it would be stupid and that it was a feint, I waited for the woman's next move without panicking.

Just as the mace was inches from my face, the woman appeared beside me and threw a powerful punch to my jaw.

There was no way to dodge the blow from the woman in front of me, with no other option, I took the blow of my own free will.

Not only did this move shock the people in the stands, the woman in front of me was also in shock, probably wondering if I had gone crazy.

However, this movement mitigated most of the damage and allowed me to remain conscious.

Despite the pain, I didn't allow the woman to recover and with a strong punch aimed at her jaw, I managed to push her.

After pushing her away I couldn't help but fall to my knees, even though I managed to mitigate much of the damage from the blow, it still managed to take its toll.

My gaze remained fixed on the woman lying on the ground, only after a few seconds, the referee moved to the side of her and after checking her vital signs, the referee stood up and shouted excitedly while pointing at me with his hand —White fist, he's the winner! —

People who were holding their breath, waiting for the result, began to shout with excitement—"Unbelievable, that crazy achievement will win!"

Several comments full of praise were thrown my way, it seems I've managed to get my little group of fans I thought.

—Shit — I muttered as my body fell to the floor, I was exhausted and even though I only received one hit during the entire fight, it was enough to almost take me out of the fight.

It would have been amazing if I had won without taking a single hit like I originally wanted, but this was good too.

Despite the tiredness and pain in my body, with the help of the referee I got up from the floor and left the ring, although at a slow pace because I still felt a little dazed from the blow to the jaw.

. . . .

—Hahaha, incredible, truly incredible, who would have thought that willingly taking a hit would give him victory! — The man in colorful clothes couldn't help but applaud at such a performance; it had left him more than satisfied.

Standing up from his seat, he asked the employee who had returned some time ago, "Please, when you give him his money, be sure to congratulate him for me and tell him that I will be keeping an eye on him and his future successes."

"I'll let you know, my lord." The employee quickly left, leaving only the man who was still clapping and laughing to himself.