"Contestant eighteen wins the match! And with that, we get our first qualified person for the Sihapi training."
The audience cheered while David sighed in relief. In no condition did he want to fight that guy. He had been observing him for a while and his stance, his raw power and his techniques - each of them screamed his experience in this field.
Contestant 18, whatever his name was - he wasn't even taking unnecessary risks inside the ring. Always stayed right at the periphery of the centre, only struck hard when he was sure the opponent wouldn't bring their head in between.
In simple words, David's tricks would be absolutely useless against him.
'And let's not even talk about a direct confrontation. Each of his blows felt like thunderclaps striking the Earth.'
With that small celebration out of the way, the matches resumed again. As time passed by, the number of contestants thinned rapidly - most getting disqualified while the rest were getting selected.
