Towards the Unbeatable

Act 41: Leave it

Having a friend is fun, but you can forever not judge from the outside, it could be that the person is just 'acting' and you believe and become a victim that will dispel your expectations. Having a friend is important because he is more than a friend.

Friend, that's what Hendrik thought all along, he knew that he was an eccentric and full of enthusiasm, but behind he did all that is so that he was not lonely, so that he was not lonely, he is tired of being someone who just keeps quiet and waits for someone to say hello or talk to him. For him to be treated in this way there is no other way than that he should do so.

Not bad, behind him being an active person, he is also loved by everyone for his good nature. A satisfaction that is more than just appreciated he can also feel the beauty of appreciating.

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Ahhhh, so much is on his mind at the moment, he should not have challenged his friend who is stronger than himself. It was like suicide for him.

Behind the dust that was scattered throughout the arena hiding his current condition, he was in pain, angry, desperate and there seemed to be no part of him that he used to be right now.

The pain that was very painful was enough he accommodated, his sense of existence he could not feel anymore and besides his 'good' self was not able to save him at all at this time.

Hendrik remembered he had a technique that he had been practicing earnestly, with the record that he could not use it at all except in a state of life and death, the technique he learned from a swordsman in his hometown, even to this day he actually still can not control the ability technique he learned it.

But considering that he had no other choice, he had to use it and had even used it before he had even crashed into the other side of the arena wall.

His emotions began to be irregular, his mind was empty and he was mastered by his own technique, a technique that he had not even mastered. The greatest technique and even endanger himself.

A technique called "Mirror Perfect" where the user can multiply his strength, this technique will not make the user stronger than his opponent but only generalize the strength with the opponent is facing his user.

"Hendrik... Are you okay..?" brock shouted with a heavy voice and echoed, no-he was instead worried about Hendrik. He just wants to know if Hendrik still has the strength to be able to satisfy him more.

"?!"

Behind the puff of dust, Brock felt the aura of Hendrik's power increasing rapidly, faintly seen a man with a battered and bloody face all over his body smiling horribly like a completely different person than before.

HUSH!

Hendrik's fist that looks still weak came eyeing his opponent's head but managed to deflect it with a large, muscular hand. Hendrik's horrible eyes made Brok shocked and sent him crashing backwards.

"Huh..."

"Haha!!!"

Brock seemed to feel Hendrik's strength equalize him.

"This is what I'm waiting for Hendrik.. THIS IS WHAT I'M WAITING FOR!!!'

Now the two men are back in the craze in the arena, the thumping after the thump, the punch after the punch, the kick after the kick, the stalk after the stalk all the things that make it win, they do it.

But the time goes on, the technique used by Hendrik can not be used longer, moreover Hendrik has felt the effects of the use of his technique. Slowly his consciousness began to return.

Hendrik took a step back, he closed his mouth because he felt something was coming out of his mouth, maybe just phlegm, he also felt his chest tight and difficult to breathe.

"Huh? why did you back off Hendrik? it's not even an hour we've been fighting.."

"We're just warming up, why are you back?"

"?!"

Hendrik opened his mouth and looked at his hands, his hands full of blood.

"!"

"Uhuk! Uhuk!"

Hendrik kept coughing up blood, blood started to splatter in the arena.

"*It looks like my time is up."

"Brock I can't beat, I can't stop him."

"I keep hoping, but our power difference is too far*"

His vision began to blur, he was no longer able to last longer.he fell down with both feet, although his hands and feet tried to support his body to get back on his feet but all his efforts were fruitless. Now his body only accepts that he should fall in that arena.

"Hendrik...."

BLUGH!

Hendrik fell, the sign of the end of the fight with his best friend.

"HENDRICK!"

".... HENDRICK!!"

Hendrik's view was blurred, but he was still a little aware because someone called him.

"Si..who?"

It was seen that a man who had just met him was running towards him with a face that seemed worried about his condition.

"Da...nny?"