That was like an old man tying a noose around his own neck, sealing his own fate.

"Kid, you've got some skill, I'll give you that. Blocking my attack head-on was no small feat," Bane sneered, though panic gnawed at his gut.

"But that was just a warm-up. Now, I'm coming at you with everything I've got. If you can withstand one more strike, I'll walk away from this martial arts world forever!"

Michael clutched his groin, his face twisted in agony, looking as if he were on the verge of death