Magical Competition

1.3

In another  high school. Nafiz, being persuaded with difficulty. I don't know how many times they have been chasing the school corridor. All deadly forms of persuasion have been mobilized. Nafiz has even been treated ten times to be willing to join this competition. Still, he is consistent with his stand.

"Oh, come on. I'm so tired of chasing you. You should respect people who are older than you," said the man who gave the registration invitation to Nafiz.

"What's in it? Like there's no one else. Why do I have to persuade you anyway. At this school there are more than 500 students, why don't they just persuade you like this?" Nafiz asked the man.

"Because you're a predestined person, so I have to be able to persuade you. Even if my life is at stake," answered the man.

"I really can master martial arts, even from 99 battles, everything I can win easily. But I do not like to participate in competitions not important like this. Although life as a prize," Nafiz said arrogantly.

"If so, what if we just fight, if I lose, I will stop persuading you. But if I win, you must want to participate in this competition" challenged the man to Nafiz.

"Okay, we'll see how it goes" Nafiz replied, arrogant.

Without waiting for cue, Nafiz immediately launched his kick towards the man's right ear. With alacrity, the man parried the attack with his right hand. And break Nafiz's leg with his left hand. Nafiz screamed in pain, and fell weakly on the ground.

"Ouch" ringed Nafiz while holding her broken leg.

"You must keep your promise. And now, your battle numbers will be one hundred with ninety-nine wins and one defeat," said the man, leaving Nafiz who was still sitting on the ground.

"Annoying" murmured Nafiz annoyed.

"HEY, MY HEARING IS SHARP" the man shouted, seven steps ahead of Nafiz.

"YOU REALLY SUCKED UNCLE" Nafiz shouted in annoyance.