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"The 5th match of round 1 shall now begin!!!" The commentator announced.
"(It begins!!)" In her seat, Kagura anticipated an another strong opponent to come out.
"She is... the perfect martial artist!!! There is no martial art she can't use!!! She has mastered everything, and there's nothing she needs to learn anymore!!! The prodigy of England!!!
Enter, 'The Copycat' TRISHA VALENTINE!!!!"
Name: Trisha Valentine
Ring Name: The Copycat
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Nationality: Earth(England)
Fighting Style: Copy
Physique: 164cm, 49kg
Record: 21 wins 2 loss
"(Trisha, the sister of Christine.)" Drake thought. "(The very Christine who made me taste defeat 5 years ago.)"
"And her opponent is!!!" The commentator continued. "The indestructible!!! A true man neither dodges nor blocks, but takes on any attack with his bare body!!! A true man from Indonesia has come to tank any attacks!!!
Enter, 'Titanium Man' SURMAN WATO!!!!"
Name: Surman Wato
Ring Name: Titanium Man
Age: 40
Gender: Male
Nationality: Earth(Indonesia)
Fighting Style: Toughness
Physique: 192cm, 126kg
Record: 40 wins 0 loss
The two fighters faced each other on the ring. The referee walked towards them, ready to announce the beginning of the match. The two were already ready to clash.
"Both fighters, get ready...
FIGHT!!!!"
Trisha made a move first. She gave a straight blow towards Surman's chest. However, the punch did not work at all, because Surman's body was too tough.
"(It's hard... I feel like I'm punching a diamond...)" Trisha was shocked at how hard Surman's body was.
Trisha gave a barrage of straight punches towards Surman this time. However, even a barrage gave him no damage. Trisha gave him a spin kick, and the same thing happened.
"No use." Said Surman. "None of your attacks will work."
"Haaaaah!!!" Trisha gave Surman a punch in the gut this time. Still, the attack gave him no damage.
"I told you, it won't work-" Trisha punched Surman straight in the face.
Nevertheless, Surman did not even flinch. Then, he gave Trisha a powerful punch, though she blocked. Trisha was still sent flying 7 meters away.
"The martial art you used so far is Karate, right?" Said Surman. "What else can you use? Show me every single moves you copied so far."
"Heh? It seems like you know already." Trisha grinned. "I'm a copycat. I can copy any martial art I witness with my own eyes. Though, I can't use the martial art right away, and need to practice it for 3 days in order to perfectly master it. So far, I've copied 10 martial arts, including Karate, Aikido and Boxing."
Trisha made a boxing stance this time. She moved forward, and gave Surman a jab in the chin. However, Surman fought back right away with a punch, knocking her away.
"(A jab in the chin... The attack must've shook his brain... Yet it didn't?!)" Trisha was shocked. "(Just how tough is he?!)"
Surman dashed forward this time. He grabbed Trisha's arm, then slammed her to the ground. Trisha coughed up blood, and the slams continued.
"You're weak." Said Surman. "A weakling who relies on copying other people's techniques cannot defeat me."
Trisha held Surman's arm with her legs this time. Then, she held him down, and then escaped from his grasp. She barely managed to save herself with an another martial art she copied.
"Jiu Jitsu, huh." Surman muttered.
"Just wait, Surman, and I'll surely beat you down." Said Trisha. "I've just thought of a perfect martial art to defeat you!!"
The stance Trisha made next looked like Muay Thai. She moved forward, and gave Surman a rapid barrage of punches with multiple kicks mixed with them. Her intention was to attack again and again non - stop until the opponent's body reaches its limit.
Surman wasn't able to find a chance to punch back, since Trisha punched and kicked without stopping for a second. She gave up on defense and concentrated all of her strength in offense.
"No." Said Thian. "The martial art she is currently using is not Muay Thai."
"Then what is it?" Asked Drake.
"Lethwei, a Burmese martial art." Said Thian.
Lethwei is a traditional martial art of Myanmar. It may look similar to Muay Thai, but Lethwei barely has any blocking techniques. This means that Lethwei users mostly concentrate solely on attacking.
"She is trying to make his body reach its limit by giving him a one - sided beatdown." Said Mutsu. "Do you know why the method she is using is wrong, Kagura?"
"Yup." Said Kagura. "Considering that man's overwhelming toughness, it is not his body that will reach its limit, but Trisha's fists and legs."
"That's right." Said Mutsu. "Surman may be not fighting back on purpose, so that Trisha will unknowingly destroy her own limbs."
Just like what Kagura and Mutsu said, Trisha's fists and legs started to break, while Surman's body was still far from destruction. Trisha eventually stopped attacking, but it was too late. Her fists and legs were already broken.
"Idiot." Surman scolded. "You shouldn't have overdone like that."
"...!!!" Trisha regretted being so stubborn and keeping on trying to destroy the opponent's indestructible body.
"My turn." Surman punched Trisha in the face. Trisha was sent flying 10 meters away and crashed onto the wall.
Surman dashed towards Trisha and punched her stomach. Trisha puked out blood and passed out. Before losing her consciousness, a memory passed through her head.
"Why...?" After getting beaten up by her sister Christine in sparring matches a hundred times, Trisha fell to her knees. "Why am I so powerless...?"
"You have no talent." Said Christine. "All the talent went to me, that's the problem. Trisha. I'm sorry for taking all the talent from you."
"It's okay. I'm a failure from the very beginning." Trisha sighed. "For me, you are the me that I am not able to become. So instead of trying to become the strongest, I'll chose to support you from behind in your path of becoming the strongest. That way, we can become the strongest together."
"(Yes, this is it...)" Back to present, Trisha smiled as she fell. "(This is the way it should be... After all, I'm not a fighter, but a supporter.)"
"Match over!!! The winner is, SURMAN WATO!!!!"
"(You've done enough, Trisha.)" Christine thought. "(Leave the rest to me.)"
To be continued...