Thereafter, sweat began diffusing around his body and mine also. I'm sure it turned red after how many times he had punched my face. I could not even hit him because he was avoiding every punch I threw at him.I never expected that would happen. There was nothing I could do right there but accept that I was defeated by that boy. Until something entered to my mind, maybe I could use it to see his next moves and not be hit by his strong punches. The power of my vision. So I focus my attention on ...