Fizz bleached and couldn't stop his momentum after getting kicked, causing him to fly a great deal forward before getting abruptly stopped by Mr. J's hand...

"it's not all about power sometimes," Mr. J laughed hypocritically as he slammed Fizz so hard into the ground he bounced off it harshly. "You should learn a martial art," he suggested as he walked up to Fizz's falling body...

Grinning, Mr. J switched his fighting stance to something that mimicked a modified karate stance-

Falling down to the ground, Fizz quickly stood up despite his entire body burning and took a deep breath.

"There has to be a way to beat him," he thought as he felt a can of fizzy fall out of his pocket...

Trying to reach for the fizzy can quickly, he was kicked away from the can by Mr. J, who looked impressed- 

"2, no 3?" he muttered, staring at Fizz- "how did he recover so fast from that," Mr. J thought...

"3? what is he talking about" Fizz Thought trying to reach the Fizzy that was just out of reach from him. Mr. J started to push toward Fizz again, but he felt his instincts stop him before he could reach him. 

Fizz picked up the can and crushed it with inhuman strength! The soda splashed out and flowed out and enveloped Fizz's body.

"Well, now it's totally 4," someone said from behind Mr. J.

"Heh, just one more test," Mr. J laughed, then he vanished...

Fizz glanced all around, looking for a sign of where he could have gone, then he noticed a small cloud of dust where Mr. J was last seen.. the smoke was falling...

"a jump," Fizz exhaled as he glanced up at the barely visible and quickly descending Mr. J

"Fla rie kic" Mr J laughed as he performed an endless flurry of kicks toward Fizz.

Fizz wasn't panicked; he saw an opportunity to get his hit in if he dodged most of the kicks. He counted the kicks as he avoided them, the wind rushing past his body with each kick dodged...

5 kicks- 

8 kicks

Mr. J landed after that but continued to kick relentlessly, each kick chaining perfectly into the other...

Noticing Mr. J was only aiming for Fizz's upper body; he was able to dodge the following strikes with his boosted speed.

20 kicks-

46 kicks-

Fizz could feel his body starting to fail him; he couldn't keep this up for much longer...

68, no 70 kicks-

Fizz could barely even see the kicks coming. Now he was dodging straight wind...

100 kicks...

Fizz felt his powers fade, but in that split instant, he avoided that kick. He pushed his knee straight into Mr j's chin...  Mr. J flew back a bit, but Fizz fell to the ground as if he was getting electrocuted. "The Soda Mazoku," Mr. J said, looking into Fizz's eyes. "You try any bullshit with Fizz, and you die"... Taking off his beanie, Mr. J coughed and then turned back at Fizz... "you can come"... "You won't be much use at your current strength.'

"but-"

"it seems as long as you don't drink the fizzy and instead just touch the liquid raw... you might actually be some use if we can get you enough of it.". Mr. J pulled his beanie back over his head-

Fizz made an exhausted grin as he started to rise to his feet before getting knocked out by another side hook from Mr. J.