Chapter 539: And That... Is Why I Love That Dude Beside him, Somto's eyes glinted, arms crossed calmly. But his fingers tapped an irregular rhythm against his bicep.
This fight was turning into something else.
Twenty five minutes in.
Nnenna hadn't landed a single hit.
But Nicholas? He was beginning to slow down.
A fraction. But noticeable.
His punches weren't as tight. His breathing? Louder. Harsher.
He threw another spinning kick Nnenna ducked under it, barely.
But this time, when she cback up, her eyes were steady.
Focused. Calculating.
She had noticed it.
His fatal flaw.
Nicholas was powerful, yes.
But he relied on brute strength too much. There was no conservation. No control.
And for the last twenty five minutes, Nnenna had done one thing...
Let him wear himself out.
But it cat a price.
Her sleeve was soaked in blood from a torn forearm.
Her ribs throbbed. One ankle was starting to swell. Her uniform clung to her with sweat, her breath chard and fast, and yet...
She smiled.
Stephanie blinked.
Why is she smiling? Thirty minutes.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe crowd had gone quiet.
Nnenna started dodging faster now.
Cleaner. Tighter.
She wasn't just surviving anymore.
She was reading him.
Nicholas threw a punch She deflected it with a sharp twist of her wrist.
He kicked again, she side stepped and brushed past his side.
Then, her elbow slammed into his ribs.
The crowd exploded.
"Did she just-?" "She hit him!" "She actually hit him!!" Carl straightened from where he sat, gaze warm and unmoving.
Somto didn't smile this time, but he inhaled slowly, like someone watching the slow fall of a trap closing.
Arthur? Didn't blink.
Didn't breathe.
Didn't look away.
He couldn't look away.
At the judges' table, Elder Onyedika leaned forward. "She's turning it around. Incredible..." "She set a trap from the start," Olivia murmured. "The girl's got guts." Wolke nodded once, a small smile tugging at her lips. "And brains." Thirty eight minutes.
Nicholas was furious now.
His swings grew more reckless.
He landed a punch to her side, hard.
Nnenna staggered, coughed, blood.
The crowd gasped.
Arthur's fingers curled into fists on the table.
Stephanie's smile returned.
Yes. That's it. Just fall already.
But Nnenna wiped the blood from her mouth.
And charged.
Fast.
She darted around him, used his weight against him, landed blow after blow, not heavy, but precise.
He couldn't keep up.
Every the turned, she was already behind him.
Her palm hit his back.
Her fist caught his jaw.
Her knee slammed into his thigh.
Nicholas dropped to one knee, panting.
Nnenna stood over him, chest heaving, bruised, bloodied, but burning with will.
And then...
The buzzer.
"Winner, Student Nnenna!" The arena exploded in cheers.
The livestream chat went wild! @bloodyknuckles: SHE DID THAT???? @thesmellofrain: NO WAY she won! OMGGGG @lotsinmymind: THAT WAS AN ANCOMEBACK FR @iunapologeticallyloveceles: SHE'S HER. SHE IS HER. ☐☐☐ Stephanie stared in disbelief.
Impossible! Her mouth opened. Closed.
No. No no no.
This wasn't the script.
She whipped her head toward Arthur.
He was watching Nnenna.
His face was still cold.
But his eyes...
They weren't cold.
They were smiling.
At Nnenna.
Stephanie felt her throat tighten.
Bloodied and broken, that girl had his attention like it had been hers all along.
Stephanie could still barely process what had just happened. As she stood at the edge of the stage, waiting for the referee to call her up, her gaze stayed locked on Nnenna.
She couldn't believe it. Nnenna had actually beaten her brother.
Her brother.
Nicholas, second best among Year Three martial artists, who had been training since he could walk.
Since when did that girl get so strong? Stephanie replayed the match in her head, frowning. Nnenna had been clearly struggling at the start. She had looked like she was on the verge of losing more than once... so how had she turned it around? Then it hit her.
Of course.
Being a martial artist herself, she spotted her brother's fatal flaw instantly, he had used too much m force, throwing everything into his attacks. And Nnenna, that sly little snake, had noticed it too. She let him burn himself out while she defended, conserving her own strength, then struck when his power started to fade. "What an idiot," Stephanie muttered under her breath. "Do I have to do everything myself?"
Her irritation flared. She wasn't going to wait for the referee's formalities.
was While the crowd was still buzzing from the thrilling match between Nicholas and Nnenna, Stephanie stepped forward, her presence drawing eyes immediately. She climbed onto the stage in one fluid movement, cutting through the lingering cheers like a knife.
"Let's begin," she said.
Her voice wasn't loud... but the sharp edge in it sliced through the noise, silencing the arena in seconds. Everyone, both in the arena and those watching online, was taken aback.
Why was Stephanie in such a rush to start? The audience murmured, speculating. Maybe she just wants to avenge her brother, sconcluded.
The referee glanced toward the judges. Seeing no objection and eager to please Stephanie, knowing full well the weight her background carried, he prepared to announce the match.
But then, for the first tsince the tournament began, Arthur spoke.
His voice was calm... yet carried enough cold authority to cut through the air.
"Since when," he said, "do we skip the students' rest period? The rules clearly state they are to be given tto recover before the next match. Or did that suddenly change?" The referee froze. Arthur's eyes were sharp as steel, fixed on him.
"Can't you see?" Arthur continued, his tone dropping lower, sharper. "That student—" he tilted his head slightly toward Nnenna "-needs to treat her injuries and rest. You will not start until then." The crowd stirred, the tension thickening.
"And that," Carl said from the VIP seats, grinning at Somto, "is why I love that dude." Somto gave a short nod, his lips twitching into the faintest smile. "It's good to see he's finally accepted Nnenna," he murmured.
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