Suddenly, from within the curtain of smoke, Miguel's voice echoed through the coliseum, cutting through the tense silence: "You were aiming at points that would incapacitate me and cause panic. You were gradually winning the fight. But you should know, we are not dealing with martial arts here."
The mist began to slowly dissipate, revealing Miguel's figure to the audience. However, to everyone's surprise, all his wounds were healed. Perplexity took hold of the crowd.
"He's healed? But how?" whispered some spectators, while others murmured about the possible influence of his ability to control light. But could something like that be capable of such an extraordinary feat? The questions piled up, but one thing was clear to everyone present: Miguel was a formidable and dangerous opponent, capable of surprising even the most experienced.
The curtain of smoke began to slowly clear, revealing Jigoro standing, imposing. His body was enveloped in smoke, his academy uniform in tatters, exposing a black outfit underneath that remained intact.
Despite the visible injuries, Jigoro remained steadfast in his martial stance, blood streaming from his head and nose, but he did not yield.
Miguel watched with surprise and admiration. "Did this guy resist the explosion with his own body? No, his body absorbed the explosion. How is that possible?" Miguel couldn't fully understand, but he was fascinated by Jigoro's resilience.
However, his admiration was interrupted when he noticed a change in Jigoro. His right arm was trembling more than usual, and a massive wave of energy seemed to be accumulating there.
With eyes wide in surprise, Miguel finally understood. He had underestimated Jigoro, and now he was about to face the true power of his formidable opponent.
"My superpower allows me to absorb and redirect the energy from the attacks I receive," began Jigoro, his voice echoing through the arena.
Miguel tensed but remained serious. The battle was not over yet.
Meanwhile, the audience went wild with the twist in the fight. Jigoro's arm trembled more and more, unable to withstand the amount of power it was accumulating. It was evident that the punch he was about to deliver represented a lethal threat, capable of taking Miguel's life.
"The previous explosion, most of it was absorbed by my arm. Thanks to that, the injuries I suffered were not enough to defeat me," explained Jigoro. "Now, with the energy of your own attack accumulated in my arm, it's just a matter of channeling it and hitting you, to put an end to all this."
"The tables have turned, huh..." commented Miguel, acknowledging the turnaround in the situation. "But still, you need to hit me, and that's not going to happen again," he added, his voice laden with determination.
However, Jigoro's next words made Miguel tremble like never before. "If I hit you at point-blank range, you will die, and the referee said that killing is not allowed in this fight."
The imminent danger was palpable in the arena, echoing in the hearts of the spectators and penetrating Miguel's consciousness.
Jigoro took a step forward, and Miguel instinctively stepped back. Jigoro continued to speak, heightening the tension in the arena: "Do you know what happens when you fall to the ground against an opponent who practices jiu-jitsu?" he asked, his voice heavy with meaning.
Miguel didn't waste any time in responding. He channeled his superpower, and two swords of light appeared in his hands, ready for the confrontation.
"It's the moment when you find out what it's like to be the prey," Jigoro completed, as he emptied his lungs and launched a punch towards Miguel.
The blow resembled a giant cannonball, an overwhelming current of air that began to shatter the arena as it advanced towards Miguel. He tried to wrap himself in a sphere of light as a defense, but it was already too late. Dodging was not an option, given the breadth and reach of the attack.
The current of air mercilessly advanced towards Miguel, leaving a trail of destruction in its path, until it hit him squarely. The impact was devastating, leaving the audience in shock at the intensity of the attack.
Miguel was hit squarely and thrown far away, his body rolling on the ground as he tried to recover. Meanwhile, Jigoro wasted no time and ran towards his opponent.
After a few seconds, Miguel stopped, bleeding and panting, trying to locate Jigoro. But he couldn't see him anywhere. Suddenly, he felt an arm wrapping around his neck, applying relentless pressure: it was Jigoro.
The audience erupted into vibrations and applause as Jigoro held Miguel in a chokehold. Miguel, realizing he had been caught, began to emit the same intense glow that had caused the previous explosion.
Determined to end the fight right there, Jigoro applied more pressure to his throat, ignoring the danger signs that the light emitted. The audience, once again, raised their arms to protect their eyes from the intensity of the glow, while the growing hum echoed through the arena.
The buzzing grew louder and louder, filling the arena with palpable tension as the audience watched the unfolding fight with anxious eyes. Beside me, Neo began to sweat coldly, feeling the pressure of the moment.
At the epicenter of it all, Jigoro maintained the chokehold, his calm voice echoing in Miguel's ear: "Sweet dreams."
At that moment, Miguel's blue eyes clouded over, and the audience realized that the buzzing had stopped abruptly. It was as if time had reversed, and the light that enveloped Miguel returned inside him.
Before the astonished eyes of the audience, Jigoro rose triumphant, while Miguel lay unconscious on the ground.