That brief second Rey used to gloat, his attention wavering, was all it took for everything to go south. Just as Jett had predicted, Ciara launched her attacks in rapid succession, each one striking with precision. Rey found himself overwhelmed, the illusion of control slipping away as quickly as it had come.
Rey, now lying on the floor, bruised and battered, decided not to push things any further. "Alright, alright, you win. I yield," he conceded, tapping out of the fight, his voice tinged with reluctant acceptance.
"Well, that's a shame. I thought you'd last longer," Ciara remarked, her tone light but carrying a subtle edge.
The atmosphere shifted immediately. A murmur spread through the crowd as they processed what had just happened. This was the first time any first-year student had managed to take down Rey: the previously unbeatable top ranked among the first years. The realization hit everyone like a wave, leaving the crowd in a mix of awe and disbelief.
