Things Get Worse

Dash stared at his wounds in a massive mirror, furrowing his brow. "It's not that bad compared to others..." Santiago murmured, examining the slight bruises on Dash's muscles as he continued to gaze at himself in the mirror. It wasn't until Santiago spoke that Dash smiled faintly and said, "Nothing to worry about. If the injuries worsen, I might consider other ideas, but for now, we can proceed to the quarterfinals."

Certainly, he wanted to win this tournament, but if his next opponent was in perfect condition, he would be in even more trouble trying to reach the semifinals. "Should I call Devon?" Dash wondered, looking at his minor facial injuries, and frowned, knowing she would be concerned to learn he had been injured in this tournament.

"Take these medications; they'll relieve the pain, and by the time the next fight comes around, you'll look better than you do now," Santiago said, handing him two pills that Dash took without even looking at him.

"Due to the recent fights that have shortened their duration due to injuries throughout the tournament, many are discussing holding the quarterfinals, semifinals, and final on the same day, a week from now."

Dash, who was eating, furrowed his eyebrows and said, "Wouldn't that be too sudden for the participants?"

"It's not, kid. Things in these types of tournaments change from one moment to another, just like what happened in your match. The best fighters get injured to level the playing field and make everything more exciting, as happened with you and other fighters."

"Do you know who the best fighter in the tournament is so far?" Dash had some names in mind but couldn't recall their names correctly.

Santiago looked at the nurses applying medicine to Dash's injuries and said, "His name is Wei Chen; he knows Kung Fu as well as you and is a favorite to win the tournament."

"Moreover, you'll have to beat him if you want to win this tournament since his sponsor and Jack, who is your sponsor, are not on good terms."

Dash sighed as he focused on eating. Chinese opponents were the toughest he had faced, as they, like him, had trained since childhood. It's not surprising that children receive training from the age of four, making them unbeatable warriors by the time they reach fifteen to twenty years old.

That's why the most outstanding warriors are the Chinese without any problem. Of course, this is mostly due to the numbers, and the true talents are the ones who end up taking glory in the battles. An example would be Dre, who has won numerous tournaments in China, defeating powerful opponents. However, he has lost to Cheng, who is undoubtedly one of the strongest opponents Dash has faced on equal terms.

"Well, whatever is decided will be informed to us immediately..." Santiago, who had only been drinking good wines, relaxed as they had earned a considerable sum of money so far. He had recently been wandering around Japan, doing nothing more than finding good fighters for the tournament associated with this place. After finding the right one, he chose Dash to represent him and bring him here.

Dash didn't know, but it was easy for him to enter this tournament due to his good combat record, something he didn't know and didn't really care to find out.

"I'm going to bed..." Dash just wanted to rest, so he stood up after eating something.

"Anything you need, don't forget to tell me; I'll do whatever you want."

"Stop drinking in the first place..." Dash muttered as he shook his head at the man accompanying him. He preferred Mr. Kim, but he was currently preparing new students for other tournaments.

"Will we endure until the final?" Dash wondered as he looked at Devon's incoming call and answered after hesitating for a moment.