It only took a second—no, a fraction of it for everyone close to instinctively clamp their thighs shut but I had already lifted up in the air to kick another champion's head that got into my range.
I easily twisted my body clockwise while I was in the air, and my right foot just made direct contact with the side of his face before he coughed out his fake teeth.
His fake teeth were made of gold so it didn't matter if it got stepped on, but he should count himself lucky because he'd have a larger airway to breathe from because my other foot that was also coming for his face changed trajectory—deviated from the curve and just went under and straight for his nose.
That move was the variation of the kick I used to take down Artem and let's be honest, one of my top fighters took it head on and fell, how could this measly champion with fake teeth and beer belly compare?
With that said, I quickly ran to a more open area once the guy fell on his back because there were still a lot more people gunning for me.
I could see my group busy with a few people that went for them instead, and the ones I was wary of were in the same predicament.
Mauro was in a full-on brawl with one of the bigger guys while Mr. Alvarez was receiving any open challenges he would get from the other families. Granted the two were surrounded by some of their people, they were only present to make sure that their head finishes their 1-on-1 fight cleanly.
I, on the other hand, was like a certain bard that bedded each woman of the people that were chasing after me, and they were here to take revenge.
However, I was like that certain guy that kept one-hit slapping each and every one of his family members from their gathering because none of them came close to taking revenge.
I even opted for more showy moves to clear out the dregs because sometimes, throwing an overhead punch or a double spinning kick was awesome.
With that said, it didn't take long before the fools realized that they were acting on impulse by going for me first, so they tried to slow it down for a short bit. It's just that once they decided to do that, I took the initiative instead of just receiving them so in essence, nothing much has changed for them.
At that point, my knuckles and my boots were stained with different blood samples but I eventually bumped into one of the legit champions from the Cuervo Family, Zack.
"WHAT?!"
[WHAT?!]
"DAFUQ DID JUST HAPPEN?!"
Everyone was still trying to figure out what I did but I was already picking out my next victim. Zack was still lying on his face when I left him but I was pretty sure that he would be able to get up in a few more seconds.
However, being knocked out for even just a bit would count as a loss—especially if everyone witnessed the knockout—and it basically means that Zack was already out of the competition.
Well, what actually happened was the moment we made contact, my right knee wasn't the only thing that made contact with his head.
I made sure that he'd only focus on my knee, that he felt so sure he could take head-on, but there was more to it than that. I slammed both of his ears and part of his temple with my hands—hitting it with closed fists but on the palm side, like that monkey toy that would clang its cymbals—at the same moment my knee made contact with his forehead.
He could probably survive that blow but he'd have to sleep for a few seconds.
Rattling your brain was a huge no-no but yeah, it would take a couple of seconds for it to take effect.
"WHY ARE YOU RUNNING?! WHY ARE YOU RUNNING?!"
"WHY ARE YOU FUCKING TALKING LIKE THAT?!"
I was chasing down one of Mason's underlings that was actually a champion but I caught a glimpse of Zack looking at me as he climbed off the play area. He looked a bit dejected from losing this early but it felt like this wasn't gonna be the last time that we'd cross fists.