Devis lay motionless on the floor, his eyes wide open as if he couldn't believe it, his chest heaving violently, staring at the ceiling of the coliseum as if he still didn't understand what had happened.
I stood in front of him, unharmed, breathing calmly.
—Don't get up… —I said indifferently, leaving the combat zone and walking back to the stands.
Silence fell over the room. Even the students in Group A, who until recently had been looking on with disdain, could not hide the surprise on their faces.
The impact resonated so strongly that it forced everyone in the arena to stand up.
The roar caused more than one spectator to hold their breath. For a moment, the silence around us grew and imposed itself with elegance. The murmur of the students grew louder among their whispers that I was also a constant, shaking my head in disappointment.
My fight was cancelled, but I didn't care at all. I wasn't fighting to please anyone, let alone to perform in someone else's show.
