Silence lingered in the arena. Thick. Breathless.
And then—
"WOOOOOOOH!"
One voice. Then another.
And like a dam breaking, the crowd exploded.
Cheers roared through the stadium like a tidal wave. People stood, fists pumping, screaming at the top of their lungs as if their favorite team had just won a World Cup.
Holograms danced, lights strobed, and yet none of it could match the aftershock of what they'd witnessed.
A man who ended the match with one punch.
A punch that bent space itself.
From the commentator's booth, the host forced a shaky laugh. "A-a-a-a-aand that's a wrap, folks! Just like his last match—The One Punch Devil delivers!" His voice cracked with excitement—and fear.
Sweat dripped from his brow. "I swear, when that black hole started growing, I thought we were all done for…"
Laughter. Nervous. Wild.
No one really knew how to process what they'd seen.
Scouts and bettors alike leaned forward in disbelief. Some had come to analyze Dirga.
To measure him.
