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Even on qualifying day two, Chitta seemed to be fighting fine.

On the first day home, he said, "Chitta, you're attacking your weak opponent too much. If you're an amateur, you can take it down just by connecting it from a basic one-two to a combination. Don't overdo it. Be aware to connect and go," he advised, "and the offense is coming together fine today.

I don't make too much of a fuss.

Inside, I'm breaking up the outside, and I'm making trouble.

Aim straight at the opponent, inside attacking from the inside.

Draw a little outside, jump over the opponent's guard and hit the opponent on the outside.

By using these two like a shake, the opponent has to cope with more than double the type of orbital punch.

As a result, Chitta has been successful in earning punches.

The way you fight is really stable, even as you fight the infighting.

Protect and hit.

Anyway, Chitta started playing a solid fight.

Elegant finish. The second qualifying day was also pleasant. The first game took TKO in R2, and the second game also won by a huge difference due to judgment in R3.

The third match was also good without leaking into the example.

"Knock."

Opponent player, Rical managed to escape the corner. You mean you barely got out of the streak of Chitta's offense?

Chitta's hitting fast in a row. It's not uncommon to be KO once caught.

Being able to get out of it is something that I think I can simply appreciate.

Rical is not weak either.

He's a rusher type, by the looks of it. He's the type who puts a blow in, grabs the pace, and brings it to the rush. He was a troublesome player when he grabbed the pace at the beginning.

But Chitta doesn't lend herself. Show off an awesome combination of left hook and right straight from the basic one to two. The straight to the right is sharp and fast enough to feel a sense of crisis, even if it's not so big.

As a result, Rical also seemed hesitant to step forward.

It is also significant that Chitta has stacked KO in the qualifying round so far. They're putting out three KOs in six games, so I guess they're on guard. Normally, there are four games a day in qualifying, and if you get hurt, you can't get into the game, so no player really punches in that much. Chitta, who puts out KO three times out of six games in that, was floating from the players around.

Not in a bad way.

Chitta is wary of being a hard puncher.

Step forward.

Chitta shoots the throwaway jab straight away. Released like a blindfold, it severely limits Rical's vision. Rical carefully blocking it. aiming at the end, at that moment when Rical moved. Invite the other punch and punch the upper in there.

Slightly stretching telephone punchy counters, not uppers.

Rical's jaw tip was blurred, and as it was, Rical collapsed from his knee.

(Growing)

Chitta was definitely getting stronger. I should say I honed my sense of battle, or I had acquired what should be called a sense of battle by fighting continuously over the past two days.

Beating from above the opponent's block. Deciding on the jaw by wetting the gap between the blocks. Its electrolite-fired Chitta fists are terribly hard to deal with, coupled with a solid way of fighting that will surely keep your opponent accumulating damage.

The way my legs are used has also changed.

Even as the opponent jumps around the ring and tries to get the distance, Chitta walks to get the distance. Keep the stamina warm until the right time. And then the desk visits, or steps in and at the next moment hunts him down to infighting distance.

I'm learning the feeling of battle with my body. That's how it looked.

"Hey, who's that player?"

"Oh, he seems to be a slave to Miloir's shop. I think he's usually a good player from the battlefield."

I answered Yuffi's question.

Rical players would be more skilled than they are. I don't know why, but it has a fist-fighting sense, and some of the players I saw yesterday seem to be pretty good at techniques.

He showed some of the glowing things in the fight.

Fast hand speed. I have a good fight with Chitta. It stretches well into the left-jab habit. It's damaging Chitta's sense of distance and feeding her a few good blows.

Still, it should be noted that Chitta, who is good at weaving, rocks her body and steps forcefully in, but Rical goes right fist uppers together there.

Good collaboration. I'm sure Chitta would have been defeated with this if she were a half-breed athlete.

Unfortunately, Chitta was even better.

You expected Rical's right upper, it didn't hit her at all rocking her body loudly.

Left fist using Weaving recoil.

Poking it up from the bottom, it seemed halfway between the hook and the upper, securely capturing the opponent's jaw with an extended fist.

Smash flash.

The battle was decided at that moment.

"- I would now like to announce the results of the grading"

The qualifying round was all over and the players were healing the damage of the battle. He drinks potions, relaxes his body, and communicates with acquaintances and friends.

Nearly forty athletes were now down to about thirty-five.

It could be those who had to retake the qualifying halfway because they received a terrible KO, or abstained from themselves because of poor results on day one of the qualifying round.

"Grading results."

"Well, it's predictable."

"Which four do you think the Lord will be?

"Kathy, Chitta and Rical go in. After that, I wonder who."

Chitta came home while we were having such a conversation with Meena.

Until just now, Chitta was taking a break in the back pantry. When I gave him a potion and a massage, he said he was sleepy, so he put him to sleep. "Sorry to keep you waiting," said Chitta back.

"Chitta, are you ready to be called?

"Oh, it's okay."

Looking at the floating tricks, it looks like all of today's damage has been healed. Examine using appraisal skills just in case, but there seemed to be no particular problem.

"- I'll announce then! Number one! Catherine Auga!

The MC on stage reads it out.

The announcement has begun.

"Here we go."

Me and Meena were easy things. I have the optimism that it will probably win.

Iri and Nell aren't too worried about Chitta either. Stella would do the same.

The only thing I was worried about was Uffi alone.

I guess that's why. Only three of us, Meena and Uffi, were listening to the results announcement on this occasion right now.

When it came to the other slaves, Nell didn't seem to feel good, so he was getting a break in the back pantry with Chitta as he was. Chitta came back this way first, but I'm sure they'll still be in the understatement, so I'm going to pick them up on the way home.

"Gentlemen! Chitta Auga!"

All right.

Beat Chitta on the shoulder. Then Chitta looked at the stage MC in a frightened manner.

Turning around, Meena seemed to miss the time to rejoice, "Oh, uh" too.

"Yay, you did it! It's amazing!"

"Ho, is that true! Alright!"

We're late and the two of us shake. A little confused, but I could see more and more tension in the joy of gradually creeping up.

I guess it was an accident. The prediction must have assumed a pattern where he came in critical about fourth and his name was called at the end.

Besides, the next thing I know, third place people can read it out, which sometimes means they can't make it too loud and they were very happy feathers.

I don't know, it's not tight.

"Ha"

I laugh unexpectedly.

Laughing, I heard the third and fourth announcements. As I listened, I remembered something resembling fulfillment. Did that chitta get here in fifty days remembering the fist fight?

That 50th is definitely my 50th as well. I think it was a long fifty days. When the guy who has been so keen to see it leaves us with results, it was that it feels innumerable.

(Second place? Then the matchups are first and fourth, second and third... The challenge is only to crush Kathy in the finals)

Yes, when I was doing the calculations in my chest, I doubted my ears to the MC's words that went on.

"And in the next nine days, the semi-finals and finals will take place! The semifinals matchup! Chitta vs. Catherine! Rical vs. Mandela! That's it!"