[I can't believe he beat up Ije like that!]
[Bro, did you see his last punch? It became quick all of a sudden.]
[I think he had been holding back from the very beginning and made Ije lower his guard. What a shrewd fighter.]
[He was just lucky.]
[I could do the same ]
As everyone whispered and shared their thoughts about my win, I couldn't help but let out an insulting laugh at their reactions. It was like watching a group of conspiracy theorists trying to explain the mysteries of the universe.
They had all seen how Ije fought, and it was clear that deep down, they knew they didn't have a chance in hell against him. Yet, there I was, the underdog, knocking him unconscious. They could call me names, create wild theories, or even blame it on divine intervention, but the fact remained—I had knocked him down.
Without a care in the world, I turned to them, wearing a mischievous grin that practically shouted, "I just won, deal with it."
