With the crowd turning silent as if he had turned on the mute button, Neal moved his fist right next to his waist and sprang towards Travis.
'If you're pushed into a corner, forced to defend, shift your strategy, and punch till you can't anymore.
'Well, this is an absolute last resort, and I wouldn't want to end up in that situation in the first place. It is a suicide tactic, as you'll abandon your defenses and put all your energy into attacking.'
Kiernan's words echoed inside his ears, and it was the only thing he kept hearing.
Neal gritted his teeth, but this was the last thing he could possibly do.
Therefore.
He started punching.
"Haaaah!"
Neal straightened his arm, his fist stabbing through the air, and smashed into Travis' guard like a battering ram.
"Hmph! Weak!"
Travis whipped his leg and kicked Neal in the thigh with enough power to make him stumble back a few steps.
'That hurts so fucking much, but no, don't stop, keep going!'
