Everyone was shocked and staring in disbelief at what had just happened.
Who could have predicted such an intense start to the match?
Barth was thrown so effortlessly that it almost seemed surreal.
Even the three elderly men were amazed, their eyes wide with surprise.
Devonte had taken a sip of water and ended up spitting it out in shock.
Xavier's jaw dropped; he couldn't believe what he was seeing and quickly rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't mistaken. Once he confirmed it was real, he couldn't help but exclaim, “Amazing!”
Unfortunately, he was the lone supporter cheering for Lilah.
The rest of the audience watched in silence.
“Barth must be allowing that woman to take advantage," someone whispered. "Come on, Barth, don't hold back this time. Show her what you're made of!"
“Go Barth, we're always rooting for you!"
After a brief silence, the excitement in the arena picked up again.
No one questioned Barth's skills; they all assumed he was simply being a good sport by letting Lilah take the lead.
But only Barth understood the risk of that moment.
He had already exerted half his strength and still got thrown.
Years ago, Devonte had advised him, “Barth, don't underestimate Lilah's training. She might have started later than you, but she's a natural. She absorbs our techniques just by observing. Give her time, and she'll surpass you. You really need to push yourself."
He had always considered those words mere motivation, never fully believing them... until now.
Barth clenched his teeth and rose to his feet slowly.
This time, he was set on winning with technique.
His punches flew fast, a blur to the onlookers, giving no opportunity for evasion.
Lilah focused on avoiding attacks; she didn't try to fight.
She moved gracefully, easily dodging Barth's dangerous moves and keeping eye contact to intimidate him.
Suddenly, she glanced at his right side, making Barth believe she was going to attack.
He quickly dodged, but then he lost balance and was thrown backward.
Barth hardly had a moment to grasp her movement.