The two people who beat their opponents in the first match had faced off, the coin toss was about to take place.
"No need, the ones facing me can make the first strike!"
Sukrucuk was confident in himself, announcing to the whole area that he would give his opponents the right to start. It was a pretty badass move; even if it pissed off his opponent, our guy had done what he wanted.
Ultimately, number 13 was someone who had passed a round too; he didn't like being treated like a kid. He lined up his shot at Sukrucuk's extended neck and brought the slap down, again that hollow sound. Even though he didn't put on his helmet, his defense was very strong; it was hard for ordinary contestants to mess with him.
As a matter of fact, this time, our tank knocked his opponent out the moment he landed his blow with the power he got from his rapidly swung arm; number 13, who fell on his ass, was carried away just like that by three people.
