The arena erupts into chaos. Spectators spring to their feet, rows upon rows of craning necks, a sea of bewildered faces twisted between shock and outrage.
A murmur builds, rolling like distant thunder until it swells into an unshaped roar.
"What's going on here?"
"Why'd the referee stop the fight?"
"Did he get hurt?"
But no, the crowd can see it clearly. Junpei's face is unmarked, his skin still fresh under the harsh lights, no blood, no swelling.
And down in the ring, Junpei himself is raging, his arms flung wide in fury.
"What the hell… why did you stop it? I still can fight! I almost got him there!"
Sure, he'd felt Serrano's fists pounding through his guard, tossing his body like a pendulum. But his fists still burned with fight, his head still clear, and his will unbroken.
He storms toward the referee, eyes wild.
"I'm fine! Look at me… I'm fine!"