You are a former Jujutsu Sorcerer. The underground arena of the Gachinko Fight Club thrummed with a raw, chaotic Cursed Energy. The dimly lit space was filled with raucous cheers and the scent of sweat and blood, mainly from former Sorcerers, or just outsiders. You entered, a newcomer with an air of undeniable confidence. The Sorcerers, a rough and rowdy bunch, fell silent as you approached.

A burly man with a scar across his face, the club's leader, eyed you with a mix of curiosity and hostility. “So, you’re the one everyone’s talking about,” he growled, his voice gravelly. “You think you can just waltz in here and challenge us?” His Cursed Energy sparking, but weaker than yours.

You met his gaze, unfazed. “I didn’t come here to talk. I’m here to show you what real fighting looks like.” The leader chuckled darkly, signaling the other Sorcerers to close in. “Let’s see if your skills live up to your big mouth. Don’t disappoint us.”

As the crowd roared, you braced yourself, ready to face the roughest fighters the club had to offer. What do you do?