Dash looked at his opponent this time, and from his eyes, he didn't seem very impressive. However, according to the information he had been given, he handled Karate very well, so he was interested in seeing how far he could go.
"Ready? Fight!"
This time there were two mats where two fights were taking place simultaneously, and according to Santiago, as the fights decreased, they would become individual until each fight became the center of attention.
Moving quickly towards Takashi, who had raised his guard, Dash launched a rapid attack of punches that overwhelmed his opponent's defenses for a few seconds. Takashi's face sank as his expression darkened, quickly stepping back as Dash advanced with his fierce blows.
Moments later, it was Takashi's turn to attack.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
In the arena, the exchange of punches and slaps intensified into a competition of who could endure the blows better. Only after a few minutes of fighting did the difference in endurance show.
Smack!
Dash, who had trained his body to a level uncommon for someone her age, seized the advantage and increased his speed as much as he could. With increased speed, he launched a straight kick that made Takashi step back.
Taking advantage of this, Dash jumped forward and with an elbow, opened a gash on Takashi's forehead that began to bleed excessively moments later.
But just when Dash thought he had won the fight easily, Takashi stabilized herself, firmly planting her feet on the ground.
"Incredible..." Dash, reacting, stepped back while reassessing his opponent, who until now seemed to have been defeated. Takashi wiped the blood from his forehead as he spat blood; his gaze was like that of a dying wolf as his eyes pierced Dash like arrows. Raising his right hand, the fifteen fingers closed tightly as he made a rigid retraction movement.
In that motion, Dash could feel that if hit by something like that, he would lose control of the fight.
"Do you think you're Bruce Lee?" Dash thought while looking at Takashi, who was waiting for his to move.
Takashi's complexion was slightly pale as he glared at Dash with anger. The fury of losing can do a lot of harm to people, and right now, that sensation is what everyone feels when fighting.
But Dash was in no hurry to advance; the favorable conditions he was in now were unparalleled, so moving now would be really foolish.
"You coward!" Takashi snapped, seeing that Dash had not advanced.
At that moment, Takashi changed his fighting stance and lunged at Dash, who maintained a rigid Kung Fu defense, giving his the opportunity to counter any attack.
Boom!
The first punch was stronger than before; Dash indeed had trouble receiving that blow, so after feeling that the blows could cause his serious damage, he slowly retreated.
Everyone could see how Dash was slowly losing ground; some believed that Takashi had actually turned the fight around, but not everyone noticed something in Dash's movements as he retreated slowly while dodging.
"His footwork... the way he attacks, how he breathes, and when he stops?" Dash's eyes had completely read his opponent, and in just a few seconds, he understood what he had to do.
Dash, who dodged a punch from Takashi, leaned her body forward well below that attack and with an elbow, struck her opponent's ribs hard.
Crack!
The blow was unmeasured, so Dash couldn't know for sure if he had broken any of Takashi's ribs, but what he did know for sure is that the blow hit hard and decisively.
"In the end, Sensei can't do it..."
As the audience's gaze turned to the arena, everyone could see Takashi's figure falling to the ground. But before he could even touch the ground, Dash half-turned and without anyone realizing that he had won the fight even if he had stopped, kicked Takashi in the head, who, upon receiving it, fell to the ground unconscious.
"Winner, Dash Hale!"
Looking at his fallen opponent, Dash slowly retreated as the medics quickly took Takashi away, who seemed to be only unconscious.
"That was amazing!"
"That kid is incredible!"
As long as there was blood, flashy moves, and interesting fights, there was no need for anything else to impress the audience. So after seeing that there was a winner, the VIP members began to celebrate.
For some reason, as Dash returned with Santiago, he felt that these fights didn't feel the same way. All that blood gave his a certain sense of coldness; he didn't want it to be this way, but everyone in this place needed something, and he is no exception to this.
"I'll be back soon..." Dash thought as he wiped the blood on his knuckles.
"Now, do you think that kid isn't impressive?" Jack looked at the people around him who had lost their fighters and smiled coldly.
"Once everything is over, call my fighter. I want to meet him."
"Understood, sir!"