Wu Ping, who stopped for a moment, took a deep breath and began to attack again, but this time more desperate as nothing had worked so far.
Zas!
Just as the punch he had thrown was about to hit Dash's chest, he finally made his move, but this time it was faster than before. In a brief instant, he extended his right hand and threw a quick punch to his opponent's shoulder.
To everyone's surprise, the victory didn't end with Dash landing a punch. Instead, after that punch, Dash initiated a brutal attack that combined different types of techniques, and Wu Ping, who was desperately trying to defend himself, didn't know what to do.
"How is he so fast?"
This scene left the entire audience astonished. Why hadn't Dash used this style of Kung Fu from the beginning if he was so fast?
The answer for Dash was straightforward. He couldn't control the force required to score a point, so he normally held back on his strikes. But this time, he didn't want to hold anything back. He wanted to prove at least that he was unbeatable in this tournament and let everyone know that he hadn't come this far just picking flowers in a lavender field.
Seeing Wu Ping's face, it was evident that Dash's style was far superior, and when he thought they were at least equal, it turned out not to be the case.
"I deserve this as much as anyone!" Dash thought as he attacked Wu Ping, who was doing his best to retreat.
The moment Dash left nothing in the fight was when he fully demonstrated those pent-up emotions inside him. From his point of view, no one in this tournament had more hunger to win than him; no one could compare.
Beyond childish tantrums due to a misunderstanding that could have been solved peacefully if the right terms had been used. But Dash wasn't here to criticize; he was in this place with only one goal in mind—to beat everyone and bring the trophy of this competition home.
"No one deserves it more than me!" Dash, consumed by his desires before dying, unleashed rapid attacks that overwhelmed Wu Ping's defenses, who was already exhausted.
Faced with Wu Ping's desperate attack, Dash didn't flinch and immediately feigned with his left hand to end this fight with a spinning kick that successfully landed on his opponent's chest.
Pum!
The audience watched as Wu Ping's body was sent flying backward with Dash's powerful kick, and unable to do anything more, Wu Ping's figure fell to the ground.
"Point, Winner!"
"Well, excellent!" Mr. Kim clenched his fists, seeing Dash's victory, and secretly celebrated, feeling overwhelmed by the sensations of this fight.
"Dash, that was brilliant!" As Dash walked back toward Mr. Kim, Devon, who was a few meters away, shouted excitedly while applauding.
"This tournament is mine!" Dash raised his fist to Devon, who supported him regardless of the people around.
Furthermore, Dash's performance today had been more than amazing since what everyone was witnessing was Kung Fu—the martial art Dash had been learning from the beginning. Even after winning a karate tournament, Dash hadn't shown all his combined skills until now. That's why these fights were giving him a lot of experience for later.
Leaving the applauding crowd, Dash looked at Mr. Kim, who smiled at him and said, "We're in the final, Mr. Kim. Aren't I your most incredible student?"
Mr. Kim ruffled Dash's hair and said, "I'm sure Miss Devon is more incredible. Don't let this get to your head, and sit down to rest."
Seeing how Mr. Kim, who was usually expressionless most of the time, now showed emotions, Dash felt much happier to have an amazing teacher by his side.
The next match would be Dre against Cheng, who was waiting for his opponent to appear on the platform.
At this point, many wondered if Dre would participate, so after thinking for a while, Dash asked Mr. Kim if both of them could go where they were.