On the platform, Noah delivered another devastating combination—three rapid strikes to Kenzo's midsection that doubled him over, followed by an upward strike under the chin that snapped his head back. Kenzo's eyes had glazed over, consciousness beginning to slip as the accumulated damage overwhelmed his ability to remain aware.
His legs finally gave out completely, sending him crashing to his knees on the platform. Blood dripped from multiple facial injuries, mixing with sweat and tears of pain that he couldn't control. His arm hung uselessly at his sides, too damaged to even attempt raising in defence.
The crowd had fallen completely silent, the earlier excitement replaced by uncomfortable recognition that they were watching something that transcended sport into the realm of personal vendetta being satisfied through sanctioned violence.
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