"Hoo, hooo, hooo—!"
Natsuhi exhaled a long breath, looking at her arms with satisfaction, clenching her fists as if feeling the strength she had once lost.
A single tear traced down the corner of her eye; the sorrow emanating from the depths of her heart was so clear that even Old Hei, standing over ten meters away, could feel it.
[What's going on? Why... why is she crying all of a sudden? She was just showing such an excited expression a moment ago!]
The return of the strength she had once lost—that rush of excitement was something he could never understand. It was what Natsuhi had craved to the point of agony—power!
"This feeling, it's truly wonderful."
Turning her gaze to Old Hei, Natsuhi's expression turned ferocious again, like the most primal desire of a beast craving its prey!
"Fifteen minutes is a bit too long for your death countdown."
"Though, please, you really must hold on a bit longer. If you get taken out in a few hits, it won't be fun."
"Don't worry, this time there won't be any issues with running out of stamina."
Having said this leisurely, Natsuhi took a step forward, bringing with her an incomparable fighting spirit, pressuring Old Hei with dominance.
As an aside, Natsuhi's stamina from her previous life could ensure a five-minute round-based match, with full firepower for all five rounds!
[Fifteen minutes? What is she talking about?]
Old Hei watched Natsuhi talking to herself, feeling a bit confused.
However, from the moment he had been lifted up just now, the atmosphere seemed to have changed.
He was panting and trembling all over, terrified by Natsuhi's manic smile, and retreated timidly.
It even made one feel his weakness and helplessness, while Natsuhi slowly closed in on Old Hei, saying with a strange expression:
"What's wrong? The second round has already started. If you don't pull yourself together, you'll be finished off very soon."
"Why aren't you moving? Why are you retreating? Scared? Please, attack me proactively~~ I will use my full strength to send you on your way..."
The voice sounded like it was coming from hell.
Maintaining his Philly Shell stance, Old Hei was covered in cold sweat, his eyes fixed warily on Natsuhi, as if what stood before him wasn't a human, but a... monster wearing human skin!
He had to endure the excruciating pain in his arms just to maintain his guard; simply standing there and holding his ground against the girl took every ounce of his strength!
Facing Natsuhi's oppressive madness, Old Hei felt as if the gravity around his body had suddenly increased several times over, pressing down on him until he could barely breathe.
He was so scared that his feet subconsciously kept retreating, not even realizing how shameful this behavior was, because his body's survival instinct had already overridden all willpower!
His whole body was shaking, as if every cell in his body was resisting fighting the person in front of him.
"Oh my~ that won't do at all. That will only make my desire to attack even stronger!"
Natsuhi maliciously used her words to pressure Old Hei's nerves, which were on the verge of collapse; retreating during a fight was simply not allowed.
This only served to ignite her most wicked, most primal violence—the desire to bully the weak!
Natsuhi lunged forward, and in an instant, a dozen flashes appeared in Old Hei's eyes—it was a barrage of lightning-fast jabs thrown alternately by Natsuhi's hands.
The density of the attack was so high that, apart from raising his arms to block, he had absolutely no room to launch a counterattack!
[Too fast! Compared to the beginning, she's like a completely different person, and... it's so heavy!]
Yes, not only had her speed increased, but her power had also grown by more than just a little. The punches that had barely any force when hitting his arms before were now stabbing into his body like daggers.
Old Hei felt that he could be knocked down at any moment.
And Natsuhi's offensive had only just begun.
After controlling the distance with her jabs, Natsuhi suddenly stepped forward, charging directly into the inside line.
Along with it came a tricky hook, forcing Old Hei's guarding arms to drop.
Hook, hook—Natsuhi launched a fierce assault on Old Hei's abdomen, constantly encroaching on his personal space without a moment's pause.
It seemed that until her opponent fell to the ground, she would absolutely not stop!
Mexican-style Boxing, a fighting style Natsuhi loved very much, which placed great emphasis on pressure and aggression.
It suited an extremely offensive fighter like her, and her superior stamina was enough to allow her to suppress her opponent from the start of the match until they couldn't get back up.
"What's wrong? Didn't you want to finish me off earlier? Didn't you want to teach me what real fighting is? Where did that arrogant attitude from before go?!"
While attacking, Natsuhi continued to taunt Old Hei, her tone carrying the cruelty of a superior, never once looking this muscular man in the eye from start to finish.
If it weren't for wanting to experience the strength she had regained, she could have ended the fight within ten seconds, but that wouldn't be fun.
She wanted the opponent to slowly perish in fear, making him regret provoking her.
"Hurry up and throw those punches you're so proud of, otherwise, you'll be the first one to be finished off by me."
Natsuhi's punching speed was getting faster and faster, while Old Hei was like a candle in the wind, struggling even to remain standing.
[No, I can't keep being suppressed like this, I'll be beaten to death soon!]
Old Hei gritted his teeth. After blocking a lead jab, he instantly lowered his body and reached out to grab Natsuhi's body with both hands.
He wanted to end the fight with a powerbomb. The difference in their physiques was huge; if Natsuhi were grabbed, no matter how strong she was, she wouldn't have the ability to resist. This was the only way he could think of to defeat his opponent.
Unfortunately, that was assuming he could grab her...
Natsuhi's dynamic vision and perception were pushed to the limit, and her physical condition could support her in reacting.
How could she not notice such an obvious takedown attempt from Old Hei? She immediately took a small step back, positioning herself exactly one centimeter away from his fingertips.
The moment Old Hei tried to grab Natsuhi, she simply vanished. When he realized what happened and widened his eyes to look at his empty arms, something was about to strike!
POM!!!
The instant she easily dodged the tackle at the limit of her range, Natsuhi stepped forward, sidestepping into Old Hei's blind spot, and the moment her figure overlapped with his—
She immediately unleashed a massive, wide-arcing overhand punch, smashing squarely into the black man's head!
The force of this swing, combined with her body weight, was so immense that it snapped Old Hei's head back, his nose erupted in blood, his eyes couldn't even open, and he staggered back repeatedly as something white fell out of his mouth!