Round 1...

The right elbow swung into the guy's lower jaw.With the third sprawled across the floor, there're only 7 men left standing, including himself. It was less than a minute ago that those three had their noses up high. Now, this kid, with sleeves torn, hair dripping sweat, looks more menacing than any schooler they've approached before...

The pair of broken spectacles lie in the corner of the alley behind the boy. Three of the group’s members had witnessed first-hand the tenacity and toughness hidden behind the thick glasses. They seemed to have chosen to wrong job to take on.

A sudden movement of feet!

*flinch*

The boy shot forward to the centre of the group.

Left straight!

He dodged cleanly and closed up on the tallest guy in the group.

*Oof!*

Hard strikes with the knee followed.

*Ooa!*

The guy whited out due to the momentarily lack of air to the brain.

*Hah!*

A roundhouse kick caught the backstabber’s head.

The boy turned back to face the group while swinging his left into the cheek of the attacker, and backpedalled into the alley once more. The group stood waiting for the next chance to attack…

Sheesh, one year’s really’s the limit. These simple techniques won’t last long. Nothing beats physical conditioning.

Analysing the situation, he could see that it is hard to take them by surprise despite the numbers being halved. After his feint, two flinched, another two tried to attack, while the last had remained still throughout. It will either be him being the leader, or he was too scared to move. In both cases, it is ideal to have him taken out first.

While contemplating his next move, the boy slowly turned his body, placing his right leg directly in front of left. Slowly shifting to get his back nearer to the wall, his fists are clenched, and the grin on his face getting wider by the minute. He is showing no intention of giving up in face of five equipped thugs.

He fixed his stare on the first target.

Let’s see if it’s really fear.

“You’re going DOWN!”

Everyone’s eyes were on the guy.

The frantic victim suddenly flung his stick forward, and turned to run.

*Snatch*

The stick was caught midway and, in another few quick steps, ploughed the back of the victim’s neck.

The boy is now in a great position to escape, being nearer to the exit of the alley.

…

“Yeah, not now.”

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Let’s go!