On the stage, the old man's attacks grew increasingly fierce, each blow aimed at Little Fatty's vital points. Soon, he had his opponent completely boxed in.
Just as Little Fatty was backed into a corner with nowhere left to retreat, when everyone assumed he was about to be defeated, a cunning glint flashed across his "panic-stricken," round face.
He dodged the old man's attack with a flexibility that defied logic. The crowd saw only a blur before a deep yellow triangular flag appeared in Little Fatty's hand.
He thrust the large flag in his hand forcefully into the stage.
The next moment, earthworm-like patterns began to emerge on the spacious stage. Radiating from the triangular flag, these "earthworms" seemed to come to life.
In an instant, illusory chains materialized, coiling toward the old man like Spiritual Snakes.
