Yin rejoiced as his final hook kick connected with The Old Man's head, stunning him briefly. However Yin's jubilation was short lived, The Old Man's veteran credentials were beginning to show. As Yin had taken his step back in preparation for his second strike, The Old Man quickly gathered his wits together and sprang off a good distance away across the other side of the ring.<span style="font-style: italic">Just got to catch a breath huh? I know that movement as taught instinct, you were close to being in trouble there.</span>Yin mused mockingly. Yin however was in no fit state to mock so freely. He had taken quite a blow from The Old Man, and knew that now he was at a disadvantage.<span style="font-style: italic">I have to act now if I'm to win this bout!</span>Yin thought decisively. As Yin had was about to close the distance between the two of them The Old Man struck the now familiar pose that signaled his signature technique. "Oh my dear God Ladies and Gentlemen! Scram, move! He's at it again!" The announcer screamed in the background, alerting the crowds and throwing them into a fit of desperate disarray.<span style="font-style: italic">Again! Fool, the technique is too slow!</span>Yin prepared to side step and release another of his Don Don Rays at a closer range than before. Yet as the beam manifested it split into two and raced towards him like two rabid hounds let loose from the leash.<span style="font-style: italic">Is that how it is!?</span><br/><br/>Yin dashed forwards between the two beams of light avoiding them both, leaving them wriggling off behind him. The beams of light again veered off into the stands, this time the crowds had spotted the beginning of the The Old Man's ritual stance, and with some help from the announcer had vacated the stands leaving them empty. The beams struck the stands, through this time they exploded on impact. Shrapnel volleyed in all directions, debris and dust showered the arena. Yin carried on through the explosion, not letting it distract him. The blood in his nose was stopping him from breathing freely, an acute reminder to him of his injuries and another distraction. However, the knowledge he had not expelled as much energy as The Old Man; and his body wasn't so damaged that that it rendered him unable to move, spurred him on.<span style="font-style: italic">Your tricks are cheap and flawed Old Man!</span>Yin declared to himself. He ran with incredible speed to a human eye, rushing forwards engaging The Old Man with a simple thrusting side kick to The Old Man's exposed face.