"You're more resistant than you look, young man. Tell me, what's your name?" Winston asked.
"My name is Lincoln... Lincoln Loud."
"Well, Lincoln Loud, since you were one of the few I knew to withstand one of my blows, I shall fight you earnestly. Though I tell you I hold back because I have mercy on you for being only a child, from what I see, you are no ordinary child. So from now on, there will not be any mercy from me anymore.
Lincoln gets into combat mode. "I hope so. I hate that they feel sorry for me."
Both fighters lunged at each other.
Winston throws a straight punch, which Lincoln avoids before landing a kick in Winston's ribs, but Winston fights back with his fists and catches Lincoln as he slams him to the ground. Winston was about to punch down, but Lincoln ducked the punch, then shot off with his hands to the ground, giving an upward double kick to Winston's jaw. The giant wriggles but does not fall; instead, he uses the pendulum motion of his body to gain momentum and fires a hook into Lincoln's stomach, lifting him ten meters into the air.
Lincoln falls on his face, blood coming out of his mouth.
Winston turns, ready to leave the arena, but something inside him is telling him to turn. Indeed, Lincoln rose again.
"Wow, young man. I really liked it. No one got up after I hit them."
A quiet smile spreads across Lincoln's face. "It doesn't matter if you hit me two, three, or a thousand times; I'll keep getting up. Because... I have to become a Dracoviam fighter. Because there are people who depend on me... I won't abandon them!" Lincoln runs towards Winston, fists clenching. Cyclops does the same. Their fists collide, but surprise is evident on Winston's face as a copious amount of blood gushes out. Lincoln's fist broke Winston's fist. He broke his fingers up to his wrist, causing a bone fracture in the skin. Winston's indomitable hand had become useless.
The giant calmly saw his hand destroyed. "Tell me... how did you do that?"
"I trained for three years in Canada with the strongest people there. One of these exercises consisted of striking and kicking a huge oak tree five hundred times a day, larger and broader than any other. They called it [ancient]. A tree said to have existed since the beginning of the world. Consider it The natives are a place to bleed. Day and night, night and day, I beat and kicked that tree with my fists and my feet. My arms and legs, and even my head, until I was cut to bone and almost flayed myself alive. But thanks to an old Indian medicine, my wounds healed almost overnight. In addition, with each fracture, my bones hardened, increasing their resistance to damage, along with the other disciplines I also practiced. In this way, I would wear down my body until my entire skeleton was transformed into steel armor.
Both Winston and Venomous were amazed by the boy's story. Someone so young who underwent such intense training to become stronger must have a strong will, without a doubt.
"How did you do that?" Winston asked.
Lincoln puts on a serious face that is not uncommon with children, like the faces of veterans. "Because I was always weak. It never mattered to me, though it annoyed me. But one day I couldn't stop someone so precious to me from suffering, even though I tried to avoid it. At that moment, I realized that my weakness doesn't just affect me." It affects others as well. That is why I don't care if I have to go to hell itself and fight against Satan and his ancestors. To be stronger so that no one else I love will suffer again!
Winston was astonished by the boy's words: "A boy who would give in to hell only to be stronger, to protect the ones he loves. Someone of such conviction certainly deserves the strength he seeks." Winston gets into a fighting stance, raising his good hand. "Let's see how long you stay."
Lincoln coughs up blood 'more than you think'
They both launched themselves at each other. Winston gives a direct kick, which causes Lincoln to back off and block his attack with his arms. The boy lands a punch, but Winston dodges it with an attack on Lincoln's face. The albino flew up and landed on his back, making him spit up more blood, which also came out of his forehead, or so it seemed.
Winston looks at his other hand and discovers that it is also broken.
"What the hell? When did you attack?" The Briton was incredulous.
On the other hand, only Venomous saw what really happened. "I see. Winston's punch never connected to Lincoln's face."
-a few seconds ago-
The moment Winston's fist approached, Lincoln headbutted it. Both forces caused the boy to fly away and break Winston's hand.
Venomous watched Lincoln intently. "He didn't mind putting up a guard against his opponent's blow. This guy is really cool."
Winston saw his broken hands, but he didn't lose his smile. "Do you think this will stop me? These wounds are nothing."
Lincoln rises from the ground, trembling with exhaustion and with blood on his nose and mouth. "I'm glad to hear that, Mr. Winston. What do you say? Round five?"
"Three moves. Winner takes all."
"get ready"
They both entered the fighting stance for the last time. Both of them only had three moves to end the battle. Both were launched against each other one last time.
Lincoln's first move was a roundhouse kick, which Winston dodged by turning around.
While Winston's first move was a kick, Lincoln dodged it.
Winston's second move was an elbow that attached to Lincoln's stomach, causing him to spit out more blood.
Lincoln's second move was a hammer blow. Winston stops the blow by blocking it with his arms. His final move will be a stomp. But Lincoln makes his final move by jumping and landing on Winston's leg to deliver his final blow, a direct blow to Winston's jaw. For a moment, the Briton could see how the spectral figure of a wolf formed around the boy's arm.
Lincoln struck Winston's jaw with such force that it bent Winston's neck at an angle of fifty degrees and sent him crashing into the wall behind Venomus, breaking him completely.
Venomous remained calm, looking at what was left of his wall and fighter. It was a five-meter-thick concrete wall lined with eight-inch-wide steel columns.