After a minute of laughter that echoed across the training field and probably carried all the way to the compound's outer walls, the fighter who had won three times in a row finally caught his breath and wiped the tears from his eyes.
"I should be easy to defeat, lol," he said, his voice still shaky from laughing. "You're like a god in fights."
Tatehan grinned, the expression tugging at the corners of his mouth even as his mind turned over the absurdity of the statement.
He had caught some seconds of the guy fighting, even though a whole lot of his mind had been stuck in thought, replaying battles and analyzing what had actually kept him alive all this time. From what little he had seen, the guy was good. Like, really good. His footwork was solid, his strikes were precise, and he moved with the kind of fluidity that came from years of training and repetition. The guy was definitely a pro, not some random dude who could fight well due to a ton go abilities.
