Editing Tournament (section)

===== The C-Rank fights went something like this... =====


PATIENT 276
A genuine Hell Clan medical experiment they "recruited" out of a
mental institution. This tall man's face goes hidden behind his long
and dirty black hair. He wears the shredded remains of his
straightjacket.
In combat he moves in impossible ways, even for one with lightfoot.
And he keeps gibbering about little secrets he knows, or something
like that. It's a little hard to make out.

Versus

IRON SHADOW WARLORD IV
The granddaughter of ISW III, she is a young woman scarred and
toughened by battle. Her hair is as black as the heavy iron plate
armor she wears, and her skin pale as moonlight.
She fights by focusing silvery Ying energy around her hands so that
the cold forms blades of ice that freeze flesh and blood.

Result...

Though Iron Shadow Warlord fought better than anybody you've ever
seen, her insane opponent's bizarre movements served him well. He
struck with unarmed with amazing precision, almost as if he knew her
moves before she did. In the end she was forced to give up, having
not landed a single blow.

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MASTER CALM
If there is one person who might be considered more "yummy" than
either Iron Seraph or Torrent of Serenity by the female half of the
wulin, it's Master Calm. He dresses like a Zan monk but keeps his
silken blue hair long and a little wild. His eyes are deep and
caring, though seem a little sad too.
As expected, he fights with Subtle Hand kung fu, which he
supplemented with Wisdom of the Seven Gates.

Versus

BLADESMITH
A young bespectacled lad with an easy smile. Dresses like the average
guy on the street and would look completely out of place in this
tournament, if it weren't for the seven feet tall greatsword made of
ruby that glowed with an inner light slung on his back...

Result...

The two men apparently knew eachother. They first exchanged
pleasantries, during which Master Calm congratulated his opponent on
his latest masterpiece. He promised to do his best to be a worthy
test. And he did - the Bladesmith was defeated in just eight
maneuvers, though he didn't seem to care. Laughing they both strolled
off the field together, promising to be even better next year.

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SWIRLING SNOW
An unusual sight: though he looks like a young warrior in the prime
of his life, both his arms hang powerlessly at his side. This is
reflected in his fighting style that exclusively consists of kicks.
There's no doubt in your mind that he's leagues ahead of Four Kicks
Down in this respect.

Versus

HUNDRED PHOENIX FEATHERS
A young firebrand of a girl with short black hair that escapes from
under a bandana. Her body is crawling with intricate black tattoos of
feathers.
She mainly relies on Holy Fire kung fu and her God-Weapon spear.

Result...

With each stone-shattering kick Phoenix' confidence dwindled, not to
mention her inner power. Though she got a few good hits on her
opponent, Swirling Snow eventually struck her on her spear with
enough force that the impact carried through and turned the bones in
her hands to splinters.

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MASTER TALON
They also call him 'Tyrant Dragon' sometimes and it's easy to see
why. The most promising student of the Dragon Palms looks the part:
majestic, proud, arrogant, and cruel. His fingers always hook inside
like claws, and roiling yang energy occassionally flashes over his
body and hands like phantasmal thrashing dragons.

Versus

MONKEY PRINCESS
A girl that looks bored, capricious, and rude all at once. The
closest way to describe her is to think about what would happen if
you gender-bend Son Goku the Monkey King.

Result...
Without mercy Talon savaged Monkey, ripping arteries, skin, and
clothes like they were ricepaper. When the judges intervened by
declaring him the victor, he just smirked and watched Monkey Princess
for a while. You could tell he was admiring his handiwork.

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Second Rounds

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Patient 276 vs Master Calm

The otherwise so serene monk behaved very differently this time
around. With equal levels of unholy wrath and cold cunning he fought
his Hell Clan opponent. Even when his foe was reeling under Pause for
Thought he didn't cease beating him. In the end he knocked 276 down,
telling him to get out while he could. And he did.

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Swirling Snow vs Master Talon

Master Talon simply gave an encore. He cought Snow's foot at the very
first kick and crunched it like an empty beercan.

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Finals

Master Calm vs Master Talon

They fought for several minutes straight, ancient monk style pitted
against ancient monk style. Palm against claw, serenity against fury,
yin against yang.
The two were absolutely even in skill, and the winner was either just
dumb lucky that day or he had the favor of Heaven on his side.

Winner: Master Calm.

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