Kapitel 38: The Words She Needed
Under the anxious gaze of the audience that had been supporting Devon Lee, the smallest girl still competing, they grew concerned upon learning that her opponent was a very talented girl.
As soon as the referee started the fight, Devon began moving in circles to disorient Sasha, all the while keeping her guard up calmly.
"All right, get ready!"
Upon hearing this warning signal, Sasha smiled slightly as she advanced towards Devon and threw a kick. The serene expression on her face turned fierce, and her seemingly simple kick was a feint. Devon recognized this attack as one she had been training for a long time.
Under this unexpected scenario, Devon gritted her teeth and relied on her instincts. At this point, Sasha would deliver a soft kick to switch it into a spinning kick with her right leg, exposing her only supporting leg. Devon knew what to do to win this first encounter.
When Devon saw her opponent's figure approaching, she moved her arms to the perfect height to block the initial feigned kick. The moment the kick was blocked, she swiftly ducked, sweeping her right leg.
At this point, Sasha was somewhat surprised as she felt a strong impact the moment she was about to execute the spinning kick, causing her to lose balance completely.
"Ah!"
Sasha screamed as she fell backward; she had been taken down by a girl four years younger.
"Point for Lee, back to your positions!"
After taking down Sasha with a sudden kick, Devon walked to her spot with a hidden joy, as her prediction had been just as she thought.
"It seems that little tricks won't work against you; I must get more serious." Sasha got up from the ground and looked at Devon with deep admiration. She had let her guard down and lost a point just when she thought she would go undefeated in this tournament.
"Ready? Fight!"
This time, Devon started with direct kicks. Her goal now was to test Sasha's defense, even if she had to lose a point for not concentrating as before and follow her fighting style.
Sasha blocked the kicks this time, and positioning herself behind Devon, she attempted to kick her. However, she was even more surprised when her seemingly confused rival jumped and kicked her shoulder, knocking her to the ground.
"No point, block!"
Sasha jumped to her feet; this time, she would stop playing with her opponent and start the real battle. If that's what she wanted, she would crush Devon.
Taking the initiative this time, she unleashed a powerful kick using all her strength, completely breaking Devon's defense. Just as she was about to recover, a kick from her opponent's right leg hit the bottom of her chest.
The referee frowned upon seeing this kick; obviously, Sasha was bigger than Devon, so there was no need to use so much force. However, penalizing her with a point for it was too harsh, so he said, "Point. If you use excessive force again, you will be penalized with a point!"
"She's exaggerating..." Sasha thought as she saw Devon getting up. It was true that if she used excessive force, a point could be deducted, or she might even be disqualified, so from now on, she would restrain herself.
Devon, holding the area of the hit, looked at Sasha coldly. She never thought she could be attacked in that way, but now she knew something she didn't before.
"Ready? Fight!"
Devon raised her guard again, patiently waiting for Sasha's attack, and as soon as she moved, Devon did too.
Pum!
Just when Sasha believed she had the advantage, Devon's close combat skills surprised her, making her want to retreat. But at that point, an elbow attack landed gently on the side of her shoulder.
"Point, back to your corners!"
"Just one more point..." Devon thought as she raised her guard once again.
"Fight!"
"Now!"
Just as Devon's voice rose with a straight kick from her leg, Sasha, leveraging her longer legs, hit Devon's only free leg, successfully knocking her off balance.
"Point!"
Devon clenched her fists as she desperately searched for a way to defeat her opponent, and just as the referee was about to start the fight again, a voice came from behind.
"Time!" Mr. Kim, who was standing next to Dash, shouted, and she approached upon realizing they did it to buy time.
"She has much more experience and now knows how to use her height. I don't know what to do; should I focus again on her legs to take her down?"
Mr. Kim nodded and said, "It won't work. The only way to win is by landing a high kick to her face."
"That's impossible; her height is..."
Dash held Devon's cheeks and shouted, "Focus!"
"Eh?" Devon looked at Dash surprised, but she fell silent knowing that many people supported her, and it was ridiculous to say that winning would be impossible.
Dash looked at his friend seriously while holding her cheeks and said, "Listen well. You're talented, unique, and intelligent. Always remember that you shouldn't compete or compare yourself with anyone because you have that sparkle that no one else can have... Remember, in victory and defeat, we'll always be together. You can do it!"
Devon's eyes instantly regained their sparkle; the despair on her shoulders disappeared, and the need to win at all costs vanished.
"I'll do my best!"
"That's the spirit, Devon, finish her!"
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Kapitel 39: The Question Everyone Is Asking
Sasha came alone; she hadn't officially joined a Dojo and didn't believe it was necessary since she had learned enough to never be defeated, especially in this place.
"Do you need some motivation from your boyfriend to stop feeling like you're about to lose the match?"
Devon raised her guard, didn't need to respond, and took a deep breath, regaining the calm that she had when the fight began. In the moment the referee approached, she thought about what she would do to win this match.
"Ready? Fight!"
Just as the referee's voice faded away, Devon's eyes narrowed. In a single step, she moved fiercely towards Sasha, clenching the five fingers of her right hand and attacking her opponent's chest.
Approaching with Devon's attack, Sasha did not retreat. Furthermore, to the amazement of the crowd, she took a step forward, her extended right hand moving quickly to the side to stop Devon's fist. The palm of Sasha collided with Devon's fist, sending the latter backward.
Just as Devon's fist was deflected, her stance changed abruptly, all just to evade the next attack Sasha had sent her way. With a new posture, she clenched both fists and, after dodging a few kicks, launched a fierce attack.
Devon's fists were much faster; there was no need to consider her kicks, as in close combat, all she needed was to target a point.
"Remember, Devon, let's improve our speed, and we'll win..."
Sasha was desperate. If her defense wasn't enough to stop Devon's attacks and failed even once, she would lose the entire match, and that was something she couldn't let happen.
When she finally managed to establish a clear distance from Devon, she saw in a fraction of seconds that she was at a distance where her rival's fist wouldn't reach. Sasha thought she would win in this exchange of blows.
Pum!
But when the blow echoed, Devon, who had thrown a punch with her left hand, stopped halfway and instead, with her right leg, launched a spinning kick, exposing her body, which could have played a very bad strategy.
Devon was betting it all; this blow would determine whether she won or lost. And the moment Sasha saw Devon's spinning kick, she thought it would be aimed at her face. She thought that for a few seconds, giving her the opportunity to penetrate her defenses and hit her stomach.
"Point, Lee wins!"
There was a dead silence for a few seconds as the crowd processed what they had just seen. But after that time, everyone cheered and celebrated Devon's victory achieved through pure strategy and instinctive fighting.
"I won!"
Devon, with an excited face, ran towards Dash, who was ecstatic about her incredible advancement to the final. It's not that he didn't believe she could win; it was just incredible that she had defeated someone superior in this fight.
By the time Sasha could get up from the kick to her ribs, she looked at Devon, and after a few seconds, she turned and walked away. She had lost, and the shame and humiliation she had felt today were new sensations, so she couldn't stay a moment longer in this place.
"You were amazing, Devon, congratulations!" Mr. Kim was more than surprised; he had seen something he didn't think would happen, going beyond the limits of talent.
After that fight, the next one was Marcus's, leaving Dash and the guy named Silva from Kruske Karate for the last in the semifinals.
Dash was supposed to face Marcus in the final if he made it, but first, he had to worry about Silva, as he wasn't an ordinary warrior.
Looking back, during the qualifiers for the quarterfinals, Dash had observed the fights of the participants who had many more chances to advance, and it wasn't difficult to see how they won.
During this period, the strongest rivals were always in Kruske Karate, and that's something he had to be very attentive to because of the Karate style they used. Dash could clearly feel that none of the participants were weak, but compared to Silva and Marcus, those two were really good.
In just a few minutes and quickly, Marcus had crushed his opponent Oliver and had advanced to the final. His arrogant gaze fixed on Dash, and he smiled slightly, murmuring that he looked forward to meeting him in the final.
"His Karate is used to cause harm; you must be careful not to get hit in the muscles because they focus on hitting, trying to numb the nerves."
Listening to Mr. Kim's words, Dash nodded and said, "Maybe Oliver didn't take it, but Marcus's first hits were to slow down his movements, and he ended up scoring points by taking advantage of it."
Devon, who had returned, saw Dash's fight was about to begin, so she focused again to see if she could be of help.
"I'll win quickly and leave everything for the final; that's the only option to have the advantage." Dash thought as he walked towards the arena.
The referee looked at the competitors and nodded, extending his hands straight up, saying, "Look at me, Bow."
"Look at each other, Bow!"
Dash and Silva greeted each other. Then the referee started the match.
"Fight!"
When Dash raised his guard, the crowd began to cheer excitedly. His fights, especially after eliminating that big participant, had caused an incredible sensation, making everyone like the male fights even more.
Dash closed his eyes slightly, and when Silva moved towards him, he attacked fiercely with his right leg aimed at his opponent's face!
Pum!
His high kick was unpredictable. Silva, who wanted to close the distance, received the fast
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