Gin: Vodka Is Worse Than a Cat

Jiang Xia rolled to the side, nimbly dodging. The Orange Cat's strike missed. It kicked off a protruding brick with its hind paws, twisted gracefully in midair, and pounced again.

"..." Jiang Xia kept dodging as he stared thoughtfully at the agile fat cat across from him.

Why was he fighting a cat in a place like this...?

There were people nearby, so he couldn't simply dismiss his cat persona and leave stylishly. But turning around and running would be too undignified. As for actually grappling with a cat... that didn't seem much better either.

...Hmm?

Come to think of it, he wondered whether that move worked on cats.

An idea suddenly struck Jiang Xia.

When the Orange Cat lunged at him again, he sprang up with equal speed, sailed over it, and spun as he passed. With a palm—no, a Claw Knife—he struck precisely at the Orange Cat's not-so-obvious neck.

Both cats leaped into the air, exchanged moves in an instant, and landed at the same time.

Time seemed to stop, with only a faint breeze passing by.

After a few tenths of a second of silence, the Orange Cat flopped down and closed its eyes.

Jiang Xia was the last cat standing.

He turned back and looked at his handiwork with satisfaction.

Hand Chops in this world really were universal...

Still thinking that, Jiang Xia approached the Orange Cat. After observing it for a moment, he raised a paw and lightly stepped on it twice.

The Orange Cat did not react at all. It was so thoroughly knocked out that it was unaware of anything feline.

Jiang Xia looked at it once, then again. Unable to resist, he arched his back, jumped, and pounced onto the cat, which was much larger than him. After bouncing twice, he comfortably