"Well, the C block gave us some interesting fights, let's hope the D block will be as exciting." Miyuki said, letting the crowd cheer before she continued, "The first fighter of the D block comes from New Zealand and he is here to show how great his people fighting style is. Standing at 6'5 and weighting 323 pounds, with a record of 7 victories and 0 defeats, representing Golden Computers, 'The War Chief' Hehu Harata!" Loud rock music plays as a man walks in with tribal tattoos covering his entire body and war paint on his face. He wore a cloth skirt that ended just above his mid shins.

"I can smell the blood from fallen warriors." Hehu said standing there and taking in a deep breath, letting his mind fill with calm while the crowd cheered.

"His opponent comes from South Africa and is ready to show what he can do, get ready for a violent match when he shows up. Standing at 6'6 and weighting 267 pounds. With a record of 5 victories and no defeats. Representing John and Northern Guns, 'The Zulu Knight' Nsika Qhawe!" More rock music played as a large man with dark skin complexion walked out with scars all over his body and a dry grass skirt.

"So, two fighters from great tribes are going to fight, huh?" Nsika said smirking at Hehu, who took a deep breath and turned to look at him before lowering his stance with a serious look on his face. He then began to do a dance while singing out at the top of his lungs and locking eyes with Nsika, who looked at him smiling. Soon, Hehu stopped and closed his eyes before staring right at Nsika.

"The Haka is finished." Hehu said. Nsika smirked and took his fighting stance with his right arm up front. The referee looked at both fighters and made sure they were both ready to fight.

"Ready?" The referee asked as he raised his hand. Seeing that both looked ready, he threw it down, "Fight!" Nsika closed the distance between them and swung his hand out, striking Hehu in his arm, which he used to block the attack. Hehu threw his fist forward with his hand twisting down, like a knife thrust and Nsika was hit hard in the chest. Nsika smirked and then slammed his fist into Hehu's chest, forcing him back a few steps, Nsika was on him, walking toward Hehu, who was forced to go defensive while blocking as many attacks as he could.

"You need to fight better than that if you want to stand a chance against me." Nsika said slamming his fists into Hehu from all angles and getting solid hits on him all over his body. Hehu thrusts his fist forward and slammed it into Nsika's chest, which was followed by a spin around him and a slam of Hehu's fist into Nsika's back. The pain shot through him and he stiffened for a moment, but it was enough to let Hehu strike him in the back again with a slamming hand.

"The Maori don't hold back against their opponent." he told the staggered Nsika, who looked back to him from his position and then swung a roundhouse kick. Nsika's foot struck Hehu hard in the side of his head, making him stagger forwards a little, only for an overhand to slam into his face. Hehu backed away with blood dripping from his nose. He quickly thrusted his hand into Nsika's face, forcing him back with blood running down his face.

"We both drew blood." Nsika said looking right at Hehu with a smirk, licking the blood from his lip and then charging towards his opponent. Hehu blocked another one of his punches and matched with a blow of his own, slamming his fist into the side of Nsika's head. This strike made him move back a few feet to collect himself before glaring at Hehu. 'I can't figure his style, I've never seen it before.' Nsika stared at Hehu fighting stance, looking over how his attacks had hit him in the last few moments, then he smirked. "I think I figured out your fighting style now." Nsika charged at him with his arm pulled back for a punch and Hehu took the chance to thrust his arm out, but Nsika saw the move coming and he side stepped, punching Hehu and adding a side kick to his side. Hehu winced from the strike and he looked at Nsika move away from him with his fists up ready for more attacks.

"Retreating is the act of a coward." Hehu said, still in his stance and locking eyes with Nsika, "And I'm not moving from this spot until one of us is on the ground."

"Well, that's something we can both agree on." Nsika said, launching himself towards Hehu and slamming his body with punches of all kinds and smirking. Hehu stood in his spot like he had said he was doing, not moving an inch and looking at him through his arms while he blocked the blows hitting him all over. Hehu kept watching the attacks from Nsika rain over him before taking a deep breath. Suddenly, Hehu twisted around Nsika, slamming his hands into his shoulder and chest, then turned for a third blow to hit his back. Nsika yelled out in pain as he staggered forward, looking at his shoulder and chest as bruises formed on them thanks to all the blows he took. "W-what did you do?" Nsika asked, feeling his body getting sore from all the attacks. Wondering how he took more damage even when he took very few hits compared to Hehu.

"My people have an unwavering fighting spirit and we hunt all the time." Hehu said moving back into his stance, his eyes locked with Nsika's, "And I'm sure you're about to become my next prize." These word infuriated Nsika and he charged at him.

"You really think you can take me out?!" he yelled out, pulling his arm back ready for a strike before Hehu's fist slammed into the side of his head, the force of which rattled his brain and his eyes blacked out for a few seconds before Hehu hit him in the chest with one final blow. These moves where enough to knock Nsika out, making him land hard on his back with a thud. The referee rushed over and looked over Nsika as Hehu got back in his low stance, looking at the referee.

"Winner by knock out, Hehu Harata!" the referee yelled, announcing the end of the match. Hehu took a deep breath, taking a look at his opponent before standing up. Then he walked towards the downed man, and looking him in the eye with visible concern on his face.

"Know I took no pleasure in the pain i was forced to put your body through from my attacks." Hehu said, walking away and letting the EMT's look him over while the crowd roared with excitement.

In a locker room, Kenji(?) and Asuka were watching the match from a tv. She was looking at all the injuries that Nsika had sustained during the fight.

"Were those attacks something like what Shibo did to Ashai?" She asked with concern. The young man observed the unconscious man while his own mind analyzed the event.

"No, his attacks were controlled and the obvious cause of the bruises is in plain sight during the fight." Kenji(?) said. He had his hand on his chin, "Shibo's move just made a bruise appear from simply touching someone, that's even scarier than just taking a few blows." The young man continued to think while outside the door of the locker room was Shibo with a smirk on his face.

"Enjoying your games?" Seth asked, walking up to him and staring at the beast of a man, who just smirked at him.

"Yeah, this is the first tournament that has been fun." Shibo answered, getting up from the spot he was at and the two looked at each other as Seth had a huge grin on his face.

"Even if you have to tease two of the fighters and what you did to Taaru Mota?" Seth said with a smug tone, making Shibos' grin vanish from his face. He glared daggers at Seth.

"Any more words and you won't have to worry about that girl shoving her foot up your ass." Shibo said as he cracked his knuckles while he kept glaring at Seth.

"Relax, I'm here for my own fun and i have no real interest in you, or the tournament." Seth said, turning back walking down his own path until he reached a hall where Nathan stood with his arms crossed. Seth approached the older man and said "He is not behind it."

"Then who?" The oldman asked out loud, looking down and wondering what was going on.

"I'm not sure, but I'll keep looking for any clue, stay alert." Seth said and walked down the hall, leaving Nathan with his own thoughts.

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