Five was sent crashing into the far wall, triggering a massive explosion of dust that covered everything down below. The audience jumped off their seats once again, waiting for the dust to settle.
And when it finally did a few seconds later, they saw him.
Five was down—and unlike last time, he was down for real. This time, he wasn't able to brush off Zion's attack like it was nothing. He laid down on the floor, groaning, curled on the ground, clutching his stomach as he cried in pain.
"Haha! That was so fun," Zion said, shuffling his feet, ready to go another round.
"Guh… ha… impossible…" he muttered, grasping and clawing at the dust on the ground.
Meanwhile, the crowd looked at Zion and erupted in an uproar, shouting at the top of their lungs, cheering at his dominant display of power!
"Woah! He just defeated a 4-star fighter…"
