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He wears his mufflers, sipped some water and breathed heavily, he has fought 5 taxing rounds against opponents whom are good, great and extraordinary. It's really a miracle how he stood them up and knocked them out one by one. The next fight was against the kryptonians. They are the threat that he was vulnerable to. They didn't even have to give him a baseball kick, all they need to do was to sneeze and he'll probably be flying 7 miles across albertta.

Surprisingly, he did not decline the fight, instead, he pulled his battered body into the ring to face the kryptonians. No one said it was gonna be a fair match, then why would he go up there like a fool trying to fight the impossible? He wanted to fight for what he believed in, what he loves. His source of energy sadly chose to be passive and didn't want to take a stand, and he totally understood despite the fact the he would most prolly die without her.

"ya ok louis?" said the refree
"never better" he said wiping the blood from his corner of his mouth.

When a man loves a woman, he fights for every chance to prove his worth even to the point whereby his life is at stake. Because till then. All he would pray for, is to successfully cheat death, and walk out not only alive, but with the opponents nodding in agreement to his beliefs.