1801 Eight against One

The next minute passed by in a blink of an eye. Unlike when a boxer was competing inside a ring wherein the three minutes of a single round felt like it was longer, brawling was the opposite.

The adrenaline rush would feel like your mind was moving faster than time and your body was keeping up with it. And with my physical fitness, that’s even more so.

I took down the first one I crashed into by headbutting his jaw. He was immediately down for the count. The remaining seven were surprised but that didn’t stop them.

Three immediately closed in on me, one at each side to restrain my arms and one at the front to throw the punch to my stomach.

I shook them off by focusing on my right, kicking him away before dragging the one who grabbed my left arm down. He was the one who took the punch.

With his hold loosening, I pulled my arm out and charged forward to the guy who dodged me earlier.