Chapter 117
The arena was silent for a moment—just a moment—before erupting into chaos. Several seconds had passed since Blazer hit the ground, unmoving, and the referee finally raised his hand.
"Winner of the first match: Jay!"
An uproar burst through the stands like a wave crashing on rocks. Some spectators roared with joy, others shouted in outrage, and a few sat frozen in shock. Regardless of their reaction, one thing was clear: the match had become the center of attention across the entire tournament.
Jay—an unknown young martial artist—had just taken down Blazer, one of the A6, the six warriors everyone had pegged as favorites to win the Tournament of Power. And it was only the first match.
Jay stood silently, staring down at Blazer's unconscious body. A faint smile tugged at his lips—not of pride, but disappointment.
> "Not bad," Jay thought. "But he wasn't strong enough to bring out my all."
Still, he'd enjoyed the fight.
