Morrow's punch came in fast and heavy, forcing Andrey to activate Phantom Step to evade. The air displaced by the blow ruffled his hair as he reappeared a few feet to the side.
'Luckily, my opponent is fighting without refined technique—which means I have a chance to win. With Overdrive, I can reach S-rank territory. But I need to use it at the right moment.'
He moved forward, Ki flowing into his fist as he drove a precise strike into Morrow's cheek. The impact was sharp, clean—a spray of blood flying from the larger man's split lip.
The crowd erupted. A voice from the stands shouted, "You can do it, Mr. Manager!"
Another voice joined in, raw with excitement. "That was a solid hit! He made Morrow bleed!"
Morrow straightened slowly, rolling his jaw. His tongue probed the cut on his lip, tasting blood. He spat, and a single broken tooth tumbled from his lips, landing with a soft tap against the stone floor.
Morrow's grin widened. "Heh. It's been a long time since I've bled."
