The Thousand Mask Warrior

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Arthit's punch roared like hundreds of beetles past Amin's face. Pattani's silat tomoi warrior was still in flux when Arthit's counterattack was launched. However, until here he was able to measure the weight of the opponent's punch. Arthit is definitely not an ordinary ring fighter.

"But I'm faster" murmured Amin. He shifted his body smoothly, then back to beat his opponent's body by giving a load of energy in a slightly greater than before.

A sideways kick tried to hit Arthit's waist. Not only that, maybe that's why Amin is so confident. He is faster than his opponent. The side kick was added a fist to the chest and again an attack with the palm side open. It's directed at Arthit's neck.

All three attacks have not escaped. Everything was on target.

Arthit collapsed to the ground as a result of the attack, especially on the side of his neck which was quite strong. Amin really didn't want to miss this opportunity. Not only did it attack quickly, it roamed each of its attacks with a deep force.

The spectators gasp. Just this time they saw the Muay Paak Kleng could be attacked that much. No kidding, every punch and kick of the opponent penetrated his defense. Arthit didn't even have time to fend.

What's going to happen to the ringmaster? Thought everybody. Then, who is the Pattani named Amin who combines the styles of tomoi, Muay Boran and energy in Malay silat?

"It doesn't matter who you are. What is clear is that I have to admit, I got the right opponent today" Arthit said as he stood up, answering questions from the people watching the game.

Immediate applause sounded low boisterous, along with shouts of spirit and whistling. Almost everyone in the poor village supported Arthit. Passing travelers also felt that the figure of Arthit who had won in the initial match with three people at once charmingly deserved to win again.

Arthit relaxes his muscles. Unknown spells still flowed from his mouth. There was a kind of warm steam coming out from every pore of his body. Amin's powerful attack floated on the surface of Arthit's skin layer.

Amin, the Pattani ring fighter, couldn't cover his surprise. He almost gawked at it. How could his profound energy that could crush a rock with a single crack, sever a machete once a snap, and split the wood with a single jolt have no meaningful effect on the Siamese swordsman?

"Damn! I came all the way here turned out to be dealing with a god," said Amin.

Arthit laughs. "Ah, you don't need to flatter. You're not an ordinary person either, Amin" Arthit replied.

"Oh, I was wrong. But, great is your spirit. I think it's time we resume this fight" Arthit said.

Amin makes silat flowers quickly. He took a deep breath just as quickly. These movements are melted down in a tomoi-style leg stomp.

"I'll finish this in earnest. I had to use all my energy in me. I am also much faster. Let's see how strongly you can continue to receive and hold my inner strength" Amin murmured inwardly.

One thing Amin did not know. In addition to having a distinctive and different fighting style, Arthit has also studied witchcraft that makes his body coated in a kind of magical shield. The spells he recited made every energy attack in Amin that came from breathing exercises seem to have little effect. Magic can only be fought in a supernatural way, or with the intelligence of an opponent.

At the moment, Amin has neither. He was not aware of this, so he did not have the most appropriate way to defeat Arthit. He probably just thought Arthit had a good defense, maybe in the form of inner strength anyway.

Arthit raised both of his reverse fists almost parallel in front of his chest and slightly bent over.

As Amin advanced roaring with his fist and the side of his inner powered palm, Arthit greeted with a straight fist towards the front.

Amin's palm was fractured by an unexpected impact.

Not yet he can recover, Arthit floated a special fist of his secret style. Arthit moves quickly to the side as a trick style. It was then that he floated a fist with a target and the use of a strange fist part.

The reverse fist was turned quickly. The base of Arthit's thumb hit Amin's eye. Not a fist or a knuckle, nor a face region such as the cheek, nose or forehead, but to one of the opponent's eyes.

The punch jerked Amin. Although his eyelids closed quickly, but the base of Arthit's thumb was able to send pain to the brain and all of Amin's nerves.

He convulsed for a moment and fell stiff like a piece of wood. At that time he had not fainted. Even Amin was still quite conscious so clearly he felt the shock of the pain that was bursting all over his body without being able to do anything about it.