Micah Ortiz gulped hard, clearly sensing the sweat on his face being blown away by the terrifying force of my punch.
"What a horrifying strike..." Micah's legs gave out, nearly collapsing to the ground.
He had zero doubt that if my punch had connected with his body, it might not have killed him, but it would have crushed his bones to pieces!
"I lost." At that moment, I voluntarily admitted defeat and stepped down from the stage.
The crowd erupted in confusion. We had been evenly matched just seconds before, so why did I suddenly give up?
Most of the spectators didn't know martial arts, so they couldn't tell who had actually won between us.
The announcer cleared his throat, declaring, "Since Coach Raymond has conceded defeat, this year's champion goes to..."
"Hold on!"
Just as the announcer was about to declare the winner, Micah Ortiz suddenly yelled out.
