Inter-Year Class [2]
The eerie silence that had fallen over the stadium was soon shattered by a wave of cheers and applause as Cyril casually walked away from the scene of the battle, leaving Ren groaning on the ground behind him. Fortunately, the protective bracers had softened the impact, sparing Ren from more severe injuries.
The crowd's response was overwhelming. Cheers and praises rained down upon Cyril, and the female students, in particular, were even more vocal in their admiration, singing his name and squealing in delight.
[<You saw that, right?>]
'Yeah…'
It had happened so quickly, but I had managed to catch the crucial moment. Cyril had taken a single, imperceptible step backward before executing a lightning-fast kick that struck Ren squarely in the stomach. The speed and precision of the attack were nothing short of deadly.