Tarta uses Jeet Kune Do, copying Bruce Lee.
The arena was somewhat quiet.
Lavagani felt a bit dizzy.
It's zero to three now; the best outcome would be winning all three remaining matches, which would only break even, or... could we lose another person?
Lavagani couldn't help but glance at the people present; he just couldn't figure it out. Who are these people? Why is each one so formidable?
He carefully selected the most capable fighters, not just powerful, but also intimidating in appearance. These were his top picks, so why did things turn out like this?
The fear of failure finally overcame his confidence in victory. Lavagani couldn't resist wiping the sweat from his forehead; three people had already gone down, all without a chance to retaliate.
Even if they only managed to punch or kick the opponent, they would've at least held their ground despite a poor showing, but all were knocked out with single blows. What to do now?
