After receiving the kick, Jhony tries to break free, but as he attempts to do so, he is struck by a clean punch straight to the face, forcing him to step back.
— MY GOODNESS! ARAÚJO LANDS A BEAUTIFUL PUNCH RIGHT TO JHONY'S FACE! —
Then, Araújo continues to pull his opponent's arm while repeatedly striking the red-haired youth's head.
— Holy crap, he's already beating me up! Seriously, am I already worse off? —
Jhony concentrates and uses pure macogo in his own hand to squeeze Araújo's wrist. The latter, impressed by the boy's technique, releases his grip and, consequently, steps away from the young redhead.
— So he knows macogo... How cool! — The bandana man cracks a smile and adjusts his stance.
— JHONY FORCES ARAÚJO'S HAND AND COMPELS HIM TO RETREAT! HOW INTERESTING!—
The bandana man falls silent and begins to run across the arena.
— ARAÚJO TURNS ON MACH 30 AND STARTS RUNNING AROUND THE ARENA, WHILE JHONY DOES NOTHING! —
The boy just watches him, trying to devise some strategy.
"He's running so fast... Could he be using macogo?"
Jhony stares at Araújo's feet and notices a white aura, confirming that he is indeed a macogo user; however, the youth also notices that his own head feels strangely heavy.
At that instant, the man in the red bandana approaches at high speed, delivering an impactful punch to Jhony's right rib.
— ARAÚJO LANDS A BEAUTIFUL BLOW TO JHONY'S FLANK! —
However, Jhony was already prepared and had fortified himself with macogo, getting ready to strike back with a right punch. Strangely, though, his movement comes out slow.
"What do you mean?"
Araújo dodges perfectly with a torso movement, coming face-to-face with his opponent, who is brutally struck with another punch to the face, making Jhony's face sink against his rival's fist.
— WHAT A TECHNIQUE, MY FRIENDS! WHAT A BEAUTIFUL PUNCH! —
Jhony is sent flying, half-unconscious, feeling his head and the right side of his body strangely heavy.
"What kind of garbage is this? Why is my head so heavy? The right side of my body too..."
Next, he spots Araújo driving his hands into the arena floor.
— WHAT COULD HE BE... HE JUST DROVE HIS HANDS INTO THE CONCRETE OF THE ARENA! —
The bandana man tears up chunks of concrete, shatters them, and begins throwing them toward Jhony. The youth fortifies his arm with macogo to shield his face from the stones.
— WOW! ARAÚJO IS THROWING MINI-STONES TOWARD THE YOUTH! IS THAT ALLOWED, REF? — Until the announcer himself remembers: — OF COURSE IT'S ALLOWED! I AM ALSO THE REF, AND I ALLOW IT! —
The crowd goes wild. Yasoke goes back to eating his chips, but gripped by a bizarre anxiety; after all, Jhony hasn't landed a single blow on Araújo yet. Meanwhile, the bandana man maintains the pressure and holds total advantage.
Yuji watches the combat while quickly consuming his popcorn, incredulous at the fact that the bandana man is landing perfect strikes, while the youth does nothing but take a beating. Roko analyzes the situation seriously, and Henrique puts his hand to his mouth, lost in thought.
— AND THE FIGHT PROCEEDS WITH ARAÚJO PRESSURING JHONY! —
Jhony defends against all the fragments, but his arms begin to get heavy, as if gaining additional mass.
"Could these little stones really be enough to do this?"
Jhony looks ahead and sees Araújo running in his direction, but this time, moving in a zigzag pattern, from one side to the other.
— ARAÚJO MOVES RAPIDLY TOWARD THE YOUTH! —
Not wanting to wait, Jhony unleashes a blow, but his punch comes out slow and passes right by the side of Araújo's head. His rival retaliates with a front kick straight to the abdomen, causing the youth's body to double over against the bandana man's leg, which sends him flying away, making him collapse onto the ground.
"What a hell of a blow!" — Jhony exclaims on the ground, twisting in pain from the impact.
— WHAT A MASTERPIECE BY ARAÚJO! ANOTHER PERFECTLY EXECUTED BLOW! —
The crowd goes wild and begins to cheer for the bandana man, who merely stares at the red-haired boy on the ground, flashing a gentle smile.
Yuji analyzes the situation and concludes:
— Did you guys notice that there are several magic points located on Jhony's body?
Henrique complements:
— I noticed that too. I'd say Jhony's opponent has a magic that makes any part he touches heavy.
Yuji inquires:
— Where did you get that from?
Henrique explains:
— You could clearly see that his right punch was delayed, and his next blow too. Because when Jhony took a punch to the ribs, his right side was incapacitated and became slow. Now, this blow was slow because of the stones filled with magic.
Yuji observes the youth, impressed:
— Wow, Roko, you choose your disciples well... But mine beat yours, so I'm a better master!
Roko puts his hand over his face, disappointed.
Meanwhile, Yasoke seems to feel the impact of the blow and stops eating his chips:
— What a fucking hit! I wouldn't want to have taken one of those! — Next, he stares at Jhony fallen on the ground: — As good as that kick was, it's not going to be enough to bring you down, friend! — And he goes back to eating his chips.
Jhony twists in pain, trying to stand up.
"This guy's kick made my body heavy..."
Jhony presses his hand against his abdomen.
"Now it's gotten weird. There's something... With every blow I take, I get heavy. This stuff is magic, isn't it?"
Jhony glares at Araújo, who returns the gaze with a smile.
"You know what? I don't care if my body is heavy or not, I'm getting up."
At that moment, Jhony moves his hands away from his stomach and begins to pull himself up, managing to stand firmly on his feet.
— Are you still going to fight, kid? — Araújo inquires.
Jhony responds prontly:
— But of course! A weak blow like that isn't going to bring me down. —
The boy advances toward the bandana man.
— THE YOUTH MANAGES TO STAND UP AND EVEN JABS AT ARAÚJO! HOW EXCITING! —
Araújo smiles and declares:
— Then I'll just have to put you in your place. —