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Ranma’s arm tensed up as he pulled his fist back and unleashed a crippling haymaker that whistled in the air upon the bulbous snout of Hibiki Ryoga.
He paused, listening for movement. The whisper of a footstep to his left. He turned, lashed out blindly, felt his fist connect with muscled flesh, heard a soft “Oomph.”
He clenched his fist tightly and threw a staggering right hook that connected, snapping his enemy’s head back with the force of the blow.
He fell, hard, tripping on the uneven ground, leaving him robbed of breath and dazed. He ached so badly that he had no idea how he was going to stand again.