"Makoto Kyogoku lost?!"
Seeing Lin Xinyi stop Makoto Kyogoku with a single finger in a Sun-dome stance, Wada Hina's mouth fell open in astonishment.
Not only had she, who had never thought highly of Lin Xinyi, failed to anticipate such a shocking turn of events—even Suzuki Sonoko, who had been wholeheartedly cheering him on, had not expected it.
The spectators present were even more stunned.
They were all standouts from the Karate Clubs of major high schools across the Kanto region, with sharp, professional eyes.
In their view, Lin Xinyi had clearly lost his composure and thrown off his rhythm when he recklessly tried to close in and grapple with Makoto Kyogoku. He was bound to lose.
Yet the outcome was so unexpected.
At the very last moment, when Lin Xinyi had suffered setback after setback and was about to be defeated, Makoto Kyogoku suddenly froze, allowing Lin Xinyi to turn the tables and win in one move.
"Could it be that Makoto Kyogoku was holding back?"
Everyone independently arrived at that absurd thought.
But the thought quickly vanished.
Everyone present could see Makoto Kyogoku's suddenly pale face and unsteady, staggering body.
This was clearly not him going easy. It was the sign of someone losing the upper hand after being injured.
"Why did that happen?"
This bizarre scene had already gone beyond the understanding of the karate experts present.
They had never studied medicine, so they simply could not understand why Lin Xinyi's light strikes to a few seemingly insignificant areas had nearly robbed the physically powerful Makoto Kyogoku of his ability to fight back.
Makoto Kyogoku was somewhat confused as well.
Feeling a dizzy sensation he had almost never experienced before, he asked in confusion, surprise, and curiosity:
"Wh-what kind of move was that?"
"I created it after