Defeated by a single hit

Silas wasted no time. His focus sharpened, and he advanced on the dazed boy, his eyes glinting dangerously beneath the mask. Shadows danced over his form as he leaped into the air, bringing his leg down in a devastating axe kick aimed straight at the boy's head.

BAM!

The ground shook from the impact, reverberating outward as Silas's heel met its mark with bone-jarring force. The boy crumpled beneath him, his eyes fluttering shut as he sank into unconsciousness, his body limp on the ground.

The remaining members of Spike's group could only watch, frozen in horror. Fear etched itself across their faces as they exchanged glances, disbelief warring with terror.

"Who… who is this guy?" one of them stammered, his voice barely a whisper.

"Wait… that mask… doesn't it look just like the one worn by that fighter in the ranking arena?" another murmured, realization dawning in his widened eyes. "Wasn't he called… Ghost Ranger?"