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Yixing gasped for air, only a pair of black shorts on with black gloves on. He had old wounds covering his body, sweat dripping down and tracing every curve, every cut and every inch of his skin.
His eyes were dark, mouth in a snarl with messy black hair and ear piercings in. Yixing got back up, the crowd boo'ed as the Chinese fixed his footing.
His eyes narrowed, the American laughed at him, a disgusting loud laugh that made Yixing go in over drive mode. His vision narrowed, only seeing the mans weak spots on his body.
The man went to swing, Yixing ducked and charged at his stomach. The impact made the man cough and stumble as Yixing raised his fists, repeatedly hitting him in the stomach.
The American escaped, kneeing Yixing in the stomach and his fists hitting Yixing in the jaw. It wasn't allowed, but no one called it. Blood seeped from his lip, he felt the metallic taste fill up his mouth. He spit on the floor, blood dropped down his chin as laughed. Really?
He looked terrifying, people screamed for the ref.
Yixing didn't stop, he pushed away the American and spread out his arms. It was a challenge.
Think you can do shit to me still, bitch?
The American charged at Yixing, but he jumped out of the way, left foot sliding back behind him as he got ready for impact on the American's next attempt.
"Come here you little, bitch."
Yixing laughed, his eyes didn't show the glee, they showed the look of insane person. The American came, but Yixing let him get one shot.
He failed to knock out Yixing, the young Chinese snarled with glee and let his fish collide with his face. He did a spin kick, heel hitting the man in the side. The opponent was already on his knees.
Yixing brought the heel of his foot down across his back, a grueling snap echoed in the building.
Silence flooded the crowd, the American was in the floor and gasping for air.
Yixing peeled off the black gloves, wiping off the blood and putting them back on. He wiped his mouth, blood trailed across his arm.
His trainer, Gan, looked at him from the side lines. He shook his head, telling the boy to retreat.
Yixing watched the next person charge at him, this on was two times his size. He had a cut across his face, one eye white. He looked disgusting, but Yixing wasn't scared. He's been through hell and nothing could stop him.
The man stepped up, automatically he hit Yixing. It caught the chinese off guard as he stumbled, gasping for breath. His eye sight was fuzzy from lack of oxygen, a fist collided with his back.
He felt the adrenaline try to pump back up, going over drive as he growled in anger.
It was low, rumbling from his chest as the man looked confused.
Yixing pushed the man, hitting him in the chest. He kept repeatedly attacking as the man crumbled.
But the man had a rock solid body, his knuckles bled through the gloves. It hurt so bad but if Yixing didn't stop, this man could kill him.
The man moved his hand, hitting Yixing against the head with a powerful blow. Yixing almost lost his balance, but he ducked for the next blow.
Say good bye to your knee caps, fucker.
He kicked hard, the man screamed and fell. Yixing blocked the kick he tried to take, punching him once more.
The ref came in, two men on the floor as Yixing stood in the middle. He had blood wiped across his chest and his eyes were like slits, eyeing the ref as he hesitantly came over and raised Yixing's hand.
