The fight in the underground arena of the Reikan Tournament was brutal and unsparing, driven by the fighters' need for dignity rather than wealth or fame. Today, Mwana faced the Snake Lord, a cunning and exceedingly agile opponent whose speed and flexibility made him a deadly adversary. The battle was as much mental as physical, a test of strategy, perception, and resilience.
It all started with a flurry of martial arts exchanges—punches and kicks flashing through the air at dizzying speeds. The Snake Lord, slimy and spry, leaned in for a punch, but Mwana anticipated the move. As spectators shifted stance in tense anticipation, Mwana delivered a quick kick, aiming for a headshot and knocking out the Snake Lord with a powerful blow. The crowd watched in awe—here was a fight where every move counted, where victory often came down to exploiting small miscalculations.
