The Winner

"We've reached the end of the competition; we've all been able to appreciate the best battles in one place. And this time, Sakura Bushido, represented by Cheng, takes the championship! A big round of applause!" Everyone stood up to applaud Cheng, who was deeply moved. Despite wanting to fight Dash and defeat him, he knew this was his victory when he saw all his teammates happy for him.

This was something he deserved, something truly worth celebrating.

"Start!"

All of Cheng's training partners rushed towards him the moment he lifted the trophy.

In an instant, everyone was celebrating, thrilled to see a champion.

"Sakura Bushido!"

"Sakura Bushido!"

"Sakura Bushido!"

Everyone was celebrating like crazy; they had witnessed the rise of perhaps one of the greatest martial arts schools in the world, currently holding all the championships. At least now they had been crowned champions of many divisions, with professional fighters and promising martial artists ready to take on the world.

...

A few minutes earlier...

Dash walked into the room where Jack was, not looking as good as he should but eating like a maniac.

"Oh my God, how did they leave you this bad?" Jack pushed aside the food to get a better look at Dash, who was accompanied by Devon since he couldn't see out of one eye.

Devon smiled and said, "It may look horrible, but it's not as bad as it seems; at least that's what the doctors told us."

Kim brought over a chair for Dash to sit in, and when he did, she said, "You were lucky not to have your ass kicked; you'd be worse than me right now."

"I don't think so, but your injuries are certainly terrible." Jack couldn't believe Dash had ended up in such a sorry state.

Everyone considered Dash unbeatable, but seeing him in this condition was unexpected for anyone.

"I won the fight, but I couldn't continue; otherwise, I'd probably be in the final fight." Dash didn't complain; his friend won, so that was more than enough for him.

"My left arm went numb from the attack you made; I thought I wouldn't be able to use it, which is why I started attacking recklessly."

"Those were pressure points; hitting one of them can cause the sensation you felt. I suppose your brain perceived eliminating me as survival, which caused you to attack me uncontrollably with the sole desire to finish me off."

Dash's words left Jack speechless; could that really be possible?

"We have a winner!"

Dash, who was practically blind, looked towards the television and asked Devon, "Did they already award the trophy?"

"They're giving it to Cheng now; everything is incredible." Devon wished she could keep fighting.

"In what sense?"

"You really can't see, or are you messing with me?" Dash was stunned and asked, "Can't you see my left eye? It's as big as a Ping Pong ball; for God's sake, when have I used this level of sarcasm?"

Devon smiled slightly and said, "You haven't, but I have."

Everyone fell silent upon hearing Dash's words; no one could believe that Dash's girlfriend had this kind of sarcasm. There's no doubt that a great fighter would have a great partner.