Continued from Chapter 9...
Seihu went out to the small ring with an amazed look as he saw the crowd. Then as Seihu kept walking, he looked in front of him and almost froze.
Seihu looked up and with his eyes widened saw the figure he was fighting. Seihu was surprised at his bulky and tall size mixed with his pugnacious smile, but he was ready nonetheless.
“Shouldn’t you be doing tending to your village, Matoran?” Kraezukor mocked stooping over Seihu.
“Well, I travel a lot and taken up many jobs, I came here…” said Seihu.
Just when Seihu was about to finish, Kraezukor punched him and kicked him so hard that he flew to the wall.
The crowd went wild and laughed as Kraezukor boasted. Seihu regaining consciousness stood up and just when he did, Kraezukor was about to run him over, but gathering some strength, Seihu rolled out of the way and tripped Kraezukor causing him to fall headfirst into the wall.
The crowd went silent, and then laughed.
Seihu thought, “This must be another training tip, always be ready for your opponent’s next move. This guy is serious, that means I should be too.”
Just when Seihu got himself and guard up, Kraezukor ran towards him about to deliver a smash to Seihu, but Seihu jumped to the side and rolled away as Kraezukor tried to smack him across the side. Kraezukor tried to perform several kicks to Seihu, with Seihu dodging many of them, even going as far as to counter kick one. Angry, Kraezukor tried to deliver a heel kick on Seihu, but before Kraezukor’s foot dropped down; Seihu tumbled underneath Kraezukor and grabbed Kraezukor’s non-kicking leg and threw it up. This caused Kraezukor to fall on his back.
The crowd gasped and got even wilder at the sight with many laughing even more.
Seihu then posed like a Muaka ready to leap and attack its prey.
Getting up angrier, Kraezukor jumped up and tried to repeatedly punch Seihu, but Seihu dodged and kept moving so swiftly and agile that it made Kraezukor dizzy.
Kraezukor shook his head and wondered where Seihu was. Not knowing that Seihu kept on going behind him out of sight.
Seihu turned around with his back towards Kraezukor’s and whistled. But the moment Kraezukor looked behind him, Seihu kicked Kraezukor’s belly, causing him to bend over to Seihu’s height as he was holding his belly. Then as Kraezukor tried to punch Seihu, Seihu spun away from the blow and delivered a tornado kick to Kraezukor’s face which sent him spinning. Krazukor retaliated and tried punching and stomping again, but after blocking, dodging, and parrying, Seihu delivered a series of punches, kicks, and strikes to his face, belly, and legs.
Kraezukor spun as he fell to the ground, he got thought, “I just have one more chance, and I won’t be the laughing stock”. He got out his knife with his right hand moving in to stab Seihu. Seihu swayed to his left as he grabbed the knife wielding hand with his two hands, elbowed Kraezukor in the face, punched him, disarmed him, and with some torque, Seihu threw the “champion” over his shoulder, causing Kraezukor to flip and fall on his back.
Seihu finished with a chop to the former champion’s gut.
All Kraezukor could do was groan in agony as he was knocked out.
There was a silence so deafening that it was almost deadening, the crowd was shaking with a bit of fear. Even Burosa and Sterok had their jaws dropped. The announcer was even trembling at the sight, “Uhh…winner, the Matoran from Metru Nui”.
In a few seconds, the crowd yelled, “Matoran! Matoran! Matoran! Matoran”!
Seihu looked at his hands and marveled.
Seihu even gave a respectful bow to the audience.
Kraezukor got his assistants to lift him up, and although he was still alive, he couldn’t look up due to his damaged pride. Even his assistants were snickering at the sight.
“Oh Karzahni No! He actually beat Kraezukor” yelled Sterok. “What do we do now, boss?”
“You should be glad that I come up with the plans around here, otherwise you’d be Kanoka-Bones”, barked Burosa.
“I got one …” Burosa giving a pensive look