The Ultimate Host

It was Feng's time to fight again. " He was up against a master martial artist named Kuzan. Kuzan was tall, had a skinny black mustache and had little shades on. He only weighed 100 pounds. He could stretch his skin like rubber. Feng had a no shirt on. He also had a hat that was like a saw. He was 47 years old. This wasn't the first time he ran into Feng. Feng gave him many scars. In fact, he only had one leg. Both Feng and Kuzan stared at each other with smiles on their faces. " It has been 5 years since our last encounter Feng," said Kuzan. " "Yes." " I hope your ready because this time I will kill you." " "Don't count on It." Kuzan made the first move. Kuzan aired up his fist like a balloon, trying to punch Feng. Feng rolled out of the way, head butting Kuzan. Blood gushed out of his head. As Kuzan stumbled, Feng sliced the air, creating a sword beam, which sliced off Kuzan"s forearm. Kuzan began screaming. The crowd wasn't even cheering. They were horrified by Feng. They knew he would be the champion once again. Kuzan collapsed on his knees and passed out. "And the winner is Feng once again!"