Kapitel 127: Blood, Sweat, and...
The martial arts of the duo attacking Dash had shifted to a more aggressive style, with fists and kicks directed towards his body. Both were vicious movements aimed at hitting areas that would leave any man unconscious.
Facing such brutal attacks, Dash initially felt somewhat nervous. However, his current state was no longer as rigid as it had been at the beginning, and his defensive posture began to improve. Leaning on his powerful Northern Dragon style, along with his mastery of theoretical combat knowledge, Dash gradually managed to engage in an equal fight against two enemies, shifting from a defensive position to an offensive one.
In response, Wei Chen and Rafael, who were not in better condition than Dash, had to step back.
In just a few minutes, Dash had stopped thinking about winning the fight and focused on giving his best, regardless of the outcome. His blows were more ferocious, targeting the vital points of his enemies to try to numb each of their movements, putting them in a difficult situation.
"Damn it, how can he endure a fight at that level?"
Faced with Dash's increasingly effective attacks, the expressions of Rafael and Wei Chen changed to embarrassment. During this battle, they could feel that their opponent was evolving at an excessively fast pace, as if his adaptation to combat had no equal among fighters worldwide.
"I can't move my right arm..." Rafael felt a sudden wave of heaviness in his right arm and furrowed his brow as he tried to move it.
After a brief clash, Wei Chen, with Dash's blood on his face, frowned slightly and realized that Dash wouldn't give up unless he fell into a very unfavorable situation.
Seeing that the two were in a complicated situation, Dash ignored all his injuries and, overwhelmed by the fighting spirit, continued forward, striking forcefully towards Rafael, who was closer. Under Rafael's frightened gaze, Dash began to engage in a furious fight, ignoring his defenses.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
A series of deep sounds echoed as Dash's fists made contact with Rafael's jaw, ribs, and head. Dash took a few steps back, feeling a warm liquid dripping from his forehead and shaking his head slightly.
On the other side, Wei Chen, currently recovering from his numb muscles, turned his head, and in a few seconds, Rafael had fallen to the ground.
"Nothing is wrong, every path is written... Let's end this, shall we?" Dash, with a sinister smile stained with blood, lunged towards Wei Chen, who was no better off than him.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
In just moments, both entered a fight where Kung Fu dominated each of their movements. Wei Chen looked at Dash for a brief moment and advanced towards him, knowing that he was facing a true warrior, so young and strong that it was admirable.
Just as the two engaged in a close combat, Dash feigned a move and launched a kick that hit Wei Chen's chest as he tried to cover his face. But as he fell to the ground, he raised his right leg in response, avoiding Dash's advance, gaining an advantage and getting back on his feet.
At that moment, both unleashed a powerful kick that collided with each other, making them recoil miserably.
As the fight progressed, Dash felt more and more tired. He had lost sensation in his hands for some time, and his expression became increasingly brutal as he slowly lost vision.
Crack!
Wei Chen was not in a better condition; the battle's pace became slower and, by strategic decision, both decided to step back to prepare their final attacks.
"Just one more blow..." Dash looked at Wei Chen and, thinking about something, began to raise his injured leg, putting all his weight on the one in better condition.
"What are you trying to do?" Wei Chen thought as he prepared to win this fight by any means.
Dash closed his eyes, recalling that kick that Dre had been perfecting after his victory with Cheng, and just out of curiosity, he learned it. Now, whether that move would result in his victory was a complete mystery.
This was his last move; he had no strength left in his hands, and his knuckles were worse than ever. If he received one more blow to his stomach, he couldn't get up, and a hit to the head would leave him lying on the ground.
In these last fights, he hadn't used his kicks much, so now was the perfect time to do so. There was nothing to hold back; he had to end this fight in the next attack regardless of the results.
This was not about money, love, hatred, or regret. This was about Dash's own struggle throughout his life in this new opportunity.
Now was his moment; he wanted to know if this was where he lost and what would happen after this fight with his burning desire to keep improving.
"Ahhhhhhh!"
Wei Chen looked at Dash and, knowing that victory was close, shouted, raised his guard, and ran towards him with all his strength in his muscles.
"Free as the wind..." Dash thought as he analyzed Wei Chen's distance and, when he was at a distance, made a leap after turning around.
The inverted jump was dangerous because it exposed his back to the enemy, so if he couldn't hit, it would be a guaranteed defeat on his part.
But Wei Chen, who saw Dash's previously unseen movements, stopped, looked up, and at that moment, a kick landed on his forehead.
Boom!
That kick was precise; it hit where it should, and it sent Wei Chen to the ground in a calculated fall.
"He did it!"
"I can't believe it!"
Dash, feeling a burning pain in his leg, knew he was at the limit. So, after seeing that none of the opponents in front of him moved, he sighed with relief.
"My victory is your victory, Devon..." Dash murmured as his eyes slowly closed while still standing. Although he wasn't entirely unconscious, he couldn't move anymore.
"Dash Hale, winner!"
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Kapitel 128: The Outcome of the Battle
Finally, the Hidden Dragon tournament had successfully concluded without any problems or deaths, unlike the previous year. Although the final battle was not what many expected, witnessing a fight between three fighters was something new that ultimately satisfied everyone.
As expected, the champion who remained standing was Dash Hale, even though everyone concluded that it wasn't fair to award him the championship because he fainted while still on his feet. Others argued that remaining standing despite losing the fight was more commendable, and everyone agreed to give Dash the title of winner. However, Wei Chen, who was the last to fall, would receive rewards as if he had won first place.
Regardless of what many think, the last one to fall wins; those are the simple rules, and they wouldn't be broken by a simple bet between two magnates.
As for Carpio, he was satisfied with the fight, so he completely ignored anything else and preferred to leave rather than stay in this place and get angrier. What comforted him was that Jack wouldn't end up taking all his cars; he only wanted the newest ones, so he sighed in relief, even though it was a great humiliation.
So, while the winners received their rewards, the others began to withdraw.
...
In a hospital room, Dash lay still asleep while being monitored around the clock by the best doctors. In addition to bruises all over his body, he had serious injuries to his knuckles and muscles along his arms, but it was not alarming. His right calf was very swollen, but with proper treatment, it was not in danger. It could be said that Dash was lucky; he wasn't in danger, but he ended up very battered.
As the morning approached, Santiago, who was taking care of organizing all the paperwork Dash had to do to receive the money, did it all thanks to Elliot, who was Dash's assistant provided by his father.
"Do you think we should inform Dash's family and update them on his current condition?" Elliot hesitated to inform Frederick, even though it was his job.
Santiago on the side opened his eyes and said, "What you're seeing are battle scars. Do you really think that's a problem? I've seen fighters come out of the arena in worse condition. Do you want to get him into more trouble?"
"His muscles are stimulated by those masks, he has the best medical assistants, and he's recovering after a brutal tournament. Do you really think it's time to call his father?"
"Just call him and inform him that Dash won the tournament. But right now, I'm rested."
Everyone in the room turned to look at Dash, who had awakened, and then breathed a sigh of relief, even though they knew there was no problem.
"Kid, that fight was horrifying; we thought one of you had died." Santiago looked at Dash, who was looking at him, and couldn't help but be amazed.
"Is it really about money?"
Even someone for money wouldn't be so crazy as to fight in that way. The aftermath could leave significant consequences, and most of the time, it's not worth it.
Regarding this decision, Dash didn't say anything. He had his own dreams and goals, so he believed it was time to show everyone who he was.
After this fight, he would indeed take things slower, enjoy life even more, and only participate in truly important tournaments that could enhance his merit. This was the last time he took such a risk.
He wanted to move forward but didn't want to damage the healthy body he had in fights that no longer made sense. Now he had proven that he could surpass himself, that the Dash from before could surpass himself, and the only thing limiting him was his lungs.
"I'll be back home soon, Devon..."
Santiago, who saw Dash fall asleep again, shook his head and said, "I'm going to smoke. Damn, I should be happy, and right now I feel a knot in my balls."
Elliot on the side looked at Santiago and, after hesitating for a moment, made a call.
"Yes, Mr. Hale, your son won the tournament, but this time, he ended up a bit more injured than last time... He's sleeping, tomorrow I'll send you a picture, but there's nothing to worry about."
...
Hale Mansion
Late at night, Frederick watched the fight that his son had with a guy named Wei Chen and smiled proudly at seeing him win.
"Although I don't know if I'm a good father, I'm certain I have a good son..."
After watching the fight, he felt proud and not scared at all. Each one fought their own battles, even he. Now that his son was ready, it was time to take life more relaxed.
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