I never said that about myself.
I have yet to see a great street fighter and I grew up in a very tough neighborhood.
Street fighters tend to go after smaller people.
I have seen amazing stuff.

Bigger black guy charges this guy, he ducks and sends him flying like Superman onto his face. He had a fist out and went flying face first onto his jaw.
Like it was nothing. Ofc that was after I clacked his buddy in the jaw and went to town on his ribs because he was on top of my smaller Viet friend.
He thought the dude that sent him flying was me (who had just loom-doomed his ribs) and charged him and ..got fucked up. I caught hell for that later, but it is what it is.
Fucks given? I wouldn't change a thing.

I learned how to do what he did that day, too.
"Who hit me in my ribs?" I hesistated for 1/2 a second and held up a finger and was about to say "me", but he charged at my other friend, and majorly regretted it.
I was gonna say it was me, idk if he would even believed me. I think him and my other friend had some beef prior, because he wasted no time trying to get him...well it was a waste of time for him.

He was looking around all wild and charged at him instead of me. I wouldn't have come up with anything that spectacular.
That was amazing!

My boy made him knock himself out with the sidewalk.
I did knock his partner out to get to him. They thought they could just jump my Viet friend and get away with it. They had a bad day.
Ours wasn't great, but theirs was much worse than ours was.
Indeed our crew won decisively that day. My Viet friend was minorly banged up, but that black guy was much bigger and stronger.
It wasn't right what he was doing. I stopped him from hurting my friend, and then my other friend stopped him from hurting me.
His partner was just a lackey, I took him out quick. This dude was kind of a force to be reckoned with. But i ain't letting him beat on my friend. Even if I got my ass kicked. Right is right and wrong is wrong.