The old man had set it all up. A series of full contact matches to see if he was ready to face the trials of becoming a Master on Karate Island. Most men had backed down from facing the behemoth simply because of his stature. Yet there were a few who wished to challenge him whether it was to test their skills, prove their bravery, or show they deserved this opportunity more than he did. However, Qilin had already made up his mind on the tactic that he would use on each opponent. It was one that he had been using almost all of his life. To beat them until they could not stand and then beat them some more. His intention was to make an example out of them so that no man in this dojo would dare to challenge him again. The first man Qilin was set to fight was one that he had barely known. A slender, lanky fellow who had to be about 6 feet nine inches in height. Mr. Miyagi had worked with him a lot and he was known as one of the more promising students. The old man spoke highly of his leg kicks from the limited number of times he spoke of the man around him. His name began with an S if he could remember correctly. Bare feet meet the cushy mat as Qilin stepped into what was to be their arena. His opponent mirrored his movements and afterwards got into a fixed martial arts stance. Everything about his opponent’s posture was technical from the way he leaned his weight on his back foot to maintain a good center of gravity to the relaxed state of his hands that allowed for swifter punches.
Both men were dressed in the standard white Gi with the Miyagi style tiger on the back as the symbol. Yet what he respected about the geezer was that he never trained two men the same. While this man looked very polished and refined in his art. Qilin was and always would be a street fighter. He was a brawler that kept what he needed and discarded the bullsh*t. He stuck to no style instead taking their techniques and perverting or rather augmenting it into his own. The much taller Amatsu would rip the sleeves from his Gi and crack his knuckles before both men would bow to Mr. Miyagi.
Before they fully lifted their heads Qilins eyes cut towards his opponent to gauge the man’s foot positioning. As they both stood erect and the threat of disrespect to their sensei was gone Qilin swiftly slammed his foot down on top of his oppositions serving to both do damage and pin him in his current position. He knew the man was caught off guard and watched as his eyes widened. Yet watching was not the thing being done as he used the man’s shock to his advantage and sent a well-placed uppercut to the man’s chin in the most direct route for optimal damage and minimal time for the opposition to respond. The lanky fellow’s mouth was slightly open in response to the pain that was being shot through his body, having a 300 plus pound man driving all of his weight down into his foot. So when the young Amatsu’s knuckles crashed into the man’s chin it caused his bottom jaw to jar the top.
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