Chapter 10
"Wow, Uubu really didn't waste anytime finishing that one off, but then he was the runner up to the great Hurcule a few years ago. Alright, our sixth match of the day features Trunks Briefs, the president of our new owners, Capsule Corp against Sargent Niklas Metsger of Parsley Town."
Niklas was a large Marine with short blond hair and a thick mustache. He was wearing camouflage pants and a green muscle-shirt, which helped him blend in with the grass after Trunks swatted him out of the ring a moment later.
"Okay, that was kind of a short one. Still, what else could you expect? Trunks was the champion of the youth division several years back, even 'defeating' Hurcule in an exhibition match! So, let's get our next fighters out here while we wait for the medics to get Niklas off to the infirmary. The next match is between Tien and Yurak."
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Pan hopped off the bench and ran to where she could see the match as Tien and Yurak walked out to the ring. Yurak was wearing black pants and a blood-red shirt exactly like his companion Sike. Though slightly smaller than Sike, he was no less intimidating looking with his shaved head and numerous scars covering his body.
The two fighters entered the ring and walked to their marks, waiting for the bell. As soon as it sounded, Tien moved forward with lightening speed, punching and kicking. Yurak blocked several blows and retaliated in kind. The two stood in the center of the ring, pummeling each other mercilessly. Then, the fighters slowly rose into the air, neither slowing their attacks. Yurak threw an unexpected head-butt, causing Tien to flip in the air, but as the three-eyed fighter spun, he threw out his leg and caught Yurak under the chin with a vicious kick. Both men flew away from each other, bleeding and breathing heavily.
Tien was the first to resume the fight, pointing his finger at Yurak, he called out, "Dodon Pa!" A ki blast leapt from his finger and struck Yurak in the chest before he had time to react, he flew back several yards, but managed to stay in the air. The two fighters flew at each other again and resumed their barrage of kicks and punches for several seconds, until Tien was suddenly thrown to the ring. He quickly got up and stared at his challenger; he hadn't expected the scarred fighter to put up this good of a fight.
~I didn't think I'd have to do this so early in the tournament, but I better not waste much more time on this guy,~ he thought as he raised his arms above his head and shouted, "Multi-Form." There was a small flash of light, and then where one Tien had stood, there were now three. The three fighters moved to separate sides of the ring, looked up at Yurak, brought their hands to their chests in the form of triangles, and then fired the Tri-Beam attacks in unison. The beams met with a brilliant explosion, then the three Tiens reformed and he dropped to one knee in exhaustion, sweat and blood dripping from his face. Firing his most powerful attack while split like that was both mentally and physically draining.
Suddenly a pair of black legs appeared in front of him; Tien looked up in horror as Yurak brought his fist down hard on the tired fighter's head. In his state of exhaustion, Tien probably could not have recovered from that blow alone, but Yurak did not let up. He picked Tien up off the ground and with a mighty kick, sent him flying nearly fifty feet straight up. He then threw up his arms and fired an enormous ki blast at him. Tien screams of pain could be heard all over the stadium, as could the loud crash as the mighty warrior slammed into the ring and lay very still. The ten-count wasn't even given; the medics ran out, placed him on the stretcher and rushed him to the infirmary. Yurak walked away from the ring with a cruel smile on his face.
"Wow, Uubu really didn't waste anytime finishing that one off, but then he was the runner up to the great Hurcule a few years ago. Alright, our sixth match of the day features Trunks Briefs, the president of our new owners, Capsule Corp against Sargent Niklas Metsger of Parsley Town."
Niklas was a large Marine with short blond hair and a thick mustache. He was wearing camouflage pants and a green muscle-shirt, which helped him blend in with the grass after Trunks swatted him out of the ring a moment later.
"Okay, that was kind of a short one. Still, what else could you expect? Trunks was the champion of the youth division several years back, even 'defeating' Hurcule in an exhibition match! So, let's get our next fighters out here while we wait for the medics to get Niklas off to the infirmary. The next match is between Tien and Yurak."
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Pan hopped off the bench and ran to where she could see the match as Tien and Yurak walked out to the ring. Yurak was wearing black pants and a blood-red shirt exactly like his companion Sike. Though slightly smaller than Sike, he was no less intimidating looking with his shaved head and numerous scars covering his body.
The two fighters entered the ring and walked to their marks, waiting for the bell. As soon as it sounded, Tien moved forward with lightening speed, punching and kicking. Yurak blocked several blows and retaliated in kind. The two stood in the center of the ring, pummeling each other mercilessly. Then, the fighters slowly rose into the air, neither slowing their attacks. Yurak threw an unexpected head-butt, causing Tien to flip in the air, but as the three-eyed fighter spun, he threw out his leg and caught Yurak under the chin with a vicious kick. Both men flew away from each other, bleeding and breathing heavily.
Tien was the first to resume the fight, pointing his finger at Yurak, he called out, "Dodon Pa!" A ki blast leapt from his finger and struck Yurak in the chest before he had time to react, he flew back several yards, but managed to stay in the air. The two fighters flew at each other again and resumed their barrage of kicks and punches for several seconds, until Tien was suddenly thrown to the ring. He quickly got up and stared at his challenger; he hadn't expected the scarred fighter to put up this good of a fight.
~I didn't think I'd have to do this so early in the tournament, but I better not waste much more time on this guy,~ he thought as he raised his arms above his head and shouted, "Multi-Form." There was a small flash of light, and then where one Tien had stood, there were now three. The three fighters moved to separate sides of the ring, looked up at Yurak, brought their hands to their chests in the form of triangles, and then fired the Tri-Beam attacks in unison. The beams met with a brilliant explosion, then the three Tiens reformed and he dropped to one knee in exhaustion, sweat and blood dripping from his face. Firing his most powerful attack while split like that was both mentally and physically draining.
Suddenly a pair of black legs appeared in front of him; Tien looked up in horror as Yurak brought his fist down hard on the tired fighter's head. In his state of exhaustion, Tien probably could not have recovered from that blow alone, but Yurak did not let up. He picked Tien up off the ground and with a mighty kick, sent him flying nearly fifty feet straight up. He then threw up his arms and fired an enormous ki blast at him. Tien screams of pain could be heard all over the stadium, as could the loud crash as the mighty warrior slammed into the ring and lay very still. The ten-count wasn't even given; the medics ran out, placed him on the stretcher and rushed him to the infirmary. Yurak walked away from the ring with a cruel smile on his face.