The dust began to settle, revealing the unconscious body of Hammar sprawled on the ground. His once cocky smirk had been replaced by the stillness, blood trickling down his forehead where my scabbard had hit him.
The crowd around the arena fell silent, stunned into disbelief. Even the announcer, who had been energetic throughout, seemed to lose his voice for a moment.
"What just happened..." The whisper started coming out.
"C-Cutiepie… wins the fight!" he finally stammered, his voice shaky. "She advances to the next round!"
A ripple of murmurs came through the audience.
"Was that a fluke?"
"She one-shot Hammar? That's impossible!"
"Did anyone even see her move?"
Among the spectators, the little boy from earlier stood wide-eyed, his expression a mix of awe and joy. His clenched fists trembled with excitement as he whispered, "She's so amazing…."
