Horr smiled as he looked at a shirtless Wilson who was silently sitting at a table in the corner, awaiting his turn while intensely looking at his gloves."Who would have thought that behind all that clothing, there was such a sculpt. Even I am jealous." He marveled."Yeah. The kid is ripped alright." Bar chipped in."There will definitely be ladies flocking about him if he wins tonight." Vox said with a bothered look."He might lose...." Jim whispered but Horr heard him loud and clear."Oh? What did I just hear? Is that the sound of a jealous 'unripped' man?" Horr spoke out loud in mockery of Jim.Jim was usually not one to keep quiet and be on the receiving end of any form of mockery. He always had something to say; A word or two to defend himself but he did not even bother this time."Nope! I am just worried that he will not be able to fight well due to his internal injuries." Jim explained with a sigh."Internal injuries?" Bar queried. "And he is moving around already?""If he was

Wilson, while thinking and wracking his brain about how he got to the point where his hands had gotten broken and his opponent was already sitting on him, walked out of the underground wrestling platform and straight back to the hospital with Jim and Vox trailing behind him, barely holding in their laughter.Big Harry wailed in pain as the medics carried him out and tried to soothe him. He spat out curses in-between his loud expression of pain and despair, not knowing that his heavy punch to Wilson's head was what had successfully woken him up from his conscious-unconscious state.Later on, when Dr Hippo discovered that one could get rid of his ability's side effect that way, he began carrying earth-reinforced bats around in his storage bracelet and would frequently give instructions like:"Okay, I'm done! When he wakes up, just whack his head with this bat at the first sign of his eyes losing focus. That will do the trick!"Most people did not understand why but they, out of respect

Dash literally dashed at Wilson, his right hand gripping his matte black dagger tightly. Wilson merely saw a blur and instinctively raised his hands to block his face and neck. He made the right call.*clang* *clang* *clang* *clang* *clang*Five consecutive clangs resounded in less than two seconds, causing a droning ring in everyone's ears. Wilson felt a strong impact against his arms. 'Strong!' He thought.He did not give himself much time to think. After all Wilson's moves were usually by instinct. Whenever he was on the offensive, his body would usually have already begun moving before his thoughts could catch up. Only when he was defending would he give himself time to think.He swung a right hook. Dash did not even have to dodge. Dash, being a speedster, was already behind Wilson before the hand could reach the point of impact. To him, Wilson's hook was moving too slowly.Dash swung his dagger again and carelessly slashed and cut Wilson's back, making him bleed. Wilson, after f

It was early morning, about three hours before dawn. Jim and Vox stood outside the door and looked at Wilson who was holding a space backpack filled with his clothes and shoes. Jim sighed and said sadly, a little disappointed in himself."I'm truly very sorry, Wilson." He apologized for the umpteenth time. He kept feeling like it was somewhat his fault. "I wish I could help you but I can't. Helping you will only bring trouble to everyone else. I hope you survive and find your own place where you truly belong."Vox looked around and glanced back at his phone. On it was written a single message from Bar: 'Good to go! Make it quick!' He looked at Wilson whose face was solemn; seemingly lost in thought."You have to go now! Your best choice would have been the military but we can't be sure they won't have someone in there to execute you 'accidentally'. So, if you want to survive, your best chance would be to go to the southern part of the city."The southern part of Tiger city was general

Wilson followed the map and if he was doing it right - which he was sure he was - he ought to arrive there by the next morning. Wait, no, probably afternoon since it was already dusk and he didn't think it was a good idea to keep moving after dusk. He needed to find a shelter quickly. He walked as quietly as he could while he looked around. He had watched a few videos about surviving in the woods. For shelter, he knew he had no chance of making himself a tent. Might as well, find a tree that he could climb and camouflage in to spend the night. He walked on for quite a distance and came upon a set of trees that might serve his purpose. In fact, in the distance, he saw a tree that called to him, but there was a problem. For inevitable reasons, he would not be able to avoid stepping on the leaves and twigs that was everywhere on the ground. This meant, that his silent movement was about to get noisy.Wilson sighed and walked on his tiptoes placing them at selective positions on the gro