Match after match, I dominated my opponents. Then it got to the point where people would just surrender. The crowd would cheer loudly for me. I could tell that most of them were rooting on me, and probably betting on me as well. I guess I didn't want to let them down.
In three days, I had faced thirty-three opponents. Some had surrendered, but others I had beaten myself. Finally, it was the final fight between me and number one, who had successfully defeated all his opponents. He was about a foot taller than me. He was strong and fast, making him a balanced fighter. If he couldn't win in strength, he would switch to speed. Plus, his could use his ki incredibly well, unlike many other humans. I have observed his fights and discovered one weakness in his form.
"Now the match you all have been waiting for! The match that will determine not only the winner, but the strongest man in Huggy Town! Will number one and seventy-four please step to the ring."
I went to the ring and they took my sword like always. I hopped into the ring and faced my opponent. He had curly brown hair and blue eyes eyes. He wore a simple white shirt and black shorts. He seemed like a regular person, except that his strength and speed were exceptional. The bell rang and the match began began.
He charged at at me and punched at my face. I blocked it with the palm of my hands and kicked him on the side. He flew to the ropes and bounced back at me. I bent backward, dodging his kick, and kicked him up high int eh air. I swung myself back up and jumped up. I matched his position in the air and began hitting him. When we were about to hit the ground, I lifted my leg and brought it down hard on his head. He crashed onto the ring floor, but I landed unhurt.
He lay on the floor as if he was dead, but his ki hadn't changed at all.
"Come on, I know you're still okay. Your ki hasn't decreased at all."
He stood up with a smile. "You know about ki too? Better yet, you can somehow sense it. Now that's incredible."
"Thanks," I said. "My father taught me. And I also saw that you could use yours too."
"That's right. Wanna do a firefight instead of hand-to-hand combat?"
I nodded and we both jumped back and charged ki blats in our hands. We released them and began firing them rapidly at each other.
"This is a never seen before fight!" yelled the announcer. "They are somehow throwing energy blasts at each other through their hands! But it thought it was legend! This is history in the making folks!"
The ki blasts would meet each other in the middle of the ring and explode. He had to continue until one of us had a hit. That's how you do firefight,
Out of luck, one of my ki blats nailed him on the shoulder and he fell back. I charged at him and when he got up, I began hitting him with my Smasher combo, which was strong melee attacks ending with a kick toward the ground.
He crashed into the ground for the second time, and his ki went down some this time.
He stood back up with a smile on his face. "I guess I should end this."
He leaned back a little and put his hand in a claw form and charged at me. Purple aura radiated from his, and his speed increased dramatically. His face glowed with a wolf-like image. He yelled, "Wolf Fang Fist!"
I was off guard, surprised by his increase in speed. He nailed me with a claw-punch and began hitting me with endless combos, still generating the purple aura.
"Can this be!?" the announcer yelled again. "I think it is! The Wolf Fang Fist! A legendary move known invented by an old hero named Yamcha! But only people in his family line know that! Which means that that young man int he ring is a descendant of Yamcha!"
I was getting tired from getting hit now. Finished my me off by pressing both of his palms against my stomach and adding ki. I was blown back with so much force I flew into the air and out the ring. But as I was about to hit the ground, I caught myself in midair and flew back to the ring.
My opponent was greatly surprised. He attacked me as soon as I was back in the ring. Not holding back, I dodged his moves and hit him back with my own. I got him hard all over his body, enabling him to move. He fell on the ground motionless.
"Do I win if my opponent can't move?" I asked the referee.
He nodded, still surprised at my flying trick. He held my arm up in victory.
"Winner, number seventy-four!"
"We have a winner! Number seventy-four wins!" the announcer yelled.
The referee collected the Dragon Ball from the announcer and handed it to me.
"Congratulations," he said.
I bowed. "Thank you."
The crowd cheered louder than ever before. I smiled and waved back before exiting and retrieving my sword. I ran back to my camp and sat down. I held the Dragon Ball, which was the size of my hand. Luckily, my pouch was big enough to hold about seven of them. I placed my first one in my pouch and thought, One down, six more to go.
