The Uesugi Tetsu Before Me Was Full of Openings, So Why Couldn't I Even Scratch His Clothes?

On the vast arena.

Under the gaze of tens of thousands of spectators, the relaxed-looking Flame Style stood opposite Uesugi Tetsu, who wore the Red Brahma mask that made people feel a subtle, uncontrollable disgust.

"I'm only stating the truth. For people without talent or ability, no matter how hard they work or how painstakingly they train, it's not meaningful in the slightest."

Flame Style did not raise his voice.

Yet amplified by both his hard aura and the microphones outside the arena, his voice was heard clearly by everyone in the venue and watching the livestream.

In the stands, Chisa, who had been silently clenching her fists and cheering for Uesugi Tetsu, bit her lip and clenched her little fists even tighter.

Uesugi Tetsu thought for a moment but did not reply.

He had originally wanted to say that Flame Style's logic was laughably nonsensical.

—If there were people in this world who became strong through hard work, then by his logic, wouldn't those people all possess so-called "ability" and "talent"?

But in the end, Uesugi Tetsu did not say any of that.

Compared with trading barbs with Flame Style, he felt that speaking with his fists was simpler, more direct, and more decisive.

Someone who had achieved a little and already no longer knew his place needed to be brought back to his senses by an unbreakable reality.

"I was just wondering where that dog barking has been coming from. It's really annoying."

Uesugi Tetsu tilted his head. His gaze passed over the referee's arm, which was just being raised, as he calmly asked,

"Don't you feel the same way, Flame Style?"

Flame Style narrowed his eyes, yet he saw no trace of any "energy" flowing across Uesugi Tetsu's body.

"Uesugi-kun, you can only take advantage of your