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Chapter 189: What Just Happened?!

Chapter 189: What Just Happened?!

If she couldn’t win, then she would at least endure.

Asher let out a slow, mocking chuckle and didn’t bother to return the bow.

“I am First Prince Asher of Gigangum,” he said, his voice dripping with amusement.

Then, lowering his tone into something unsettlingly cold, he added, “And I shall instruct you…

as you have asked.” The way he said it sent a ripple of unease through the audience.

“He’s going to destroy her,” someone whispered.

“She should just forfeit now.” Yet despite the murmurs, Nnenna’s expression did not waver.

She simply took her stance, ready to face whatever came next.

The tension in the air was suffocating.

As the match began, the entire arena watched with bated breath.

It wasn’t just another fight, it was a statement.

A statement about strength, about expectations, and about what was truly possible.

Nnenna and Asher stood opposite each other on the stage, the contrast between them stark.

Asher’s confidence radiated through every movement, his stance solid, perfected over years of rigorous training.

Nnenna, on the other hand, though steady, was still raw.

She had only begun training less than two weeks ago.

Against someone like Asher, it should be a completely one sided fight.

Asher moved first, a blur of motion as he closed the distance between them with terrifying speed.

He struck with a spinning kick aimed at her side, and though Nnenna barely managed to block, the force of the impact sent her stumbling.

Somto sat up immediately ready to intervene if Asher went too far while Arthur and Carl looked calm but were not even close to calm internally.

The crowd murmured.

“She blocked it… but look at her footing.

She can’t keep up with him.” “Of course she can’t.

It’s Asher.

He’s on another level.” Ebere, watching from the stands, felt her fingers clench involuntarily.

The sight of Nnenna struggling should have pleased her, after all, if she lost, then this ridiculous attention on her would finally disappear.

But something twisted inside her as well.

This was their kingdom’s reputation on the line.

Did she truly want to see her sister humiliated?

On the stage, Asher smirked.

“Not bad,” he taunted.

“But I hope that wasn’t your best.” Nnenna didn’t respond.

She took a deep breath and adjusted her stance.

She wasn’t foolish, she knew she couldn’t match him in speed or power.

She had to endure.

Asher attacked again, this time with a barrage of punches, each one precise and brutal.

Nnenna dodged where she could, but his experience was evident.

He anticipated her movements, cornering her until she had no choice but to defend.

A well placed strike to her shoulder sent her skidding backward, barely keeping herself from falling.

The audience gasped.

“She’s barely hanging on.” “This is going to end soon.” Ebere exhaled sharply, conflicted once again.

If Nnenna lost, she would share in her shame.

But if she won… the spotlight would shine even brighter on her.

Asher, sensing her weakening defense, pressed forward.

He had been toying with her, but now he was ready to end it.

He feinted a high kick, and as Nnenna instinctively raised her guard, he pivoted, his real attack was a sweeping leg kick aimed to knock her off balance.

It worked.

Nnenna fell, landing hard on her side.

A few gasps echoed through the crowd.

Ebere’s fists tightened.

Asher exhaled in disappointment.

“I expected more,” he said, turning away slightly.

And that was his mistake.

It was something everyone knew about Asher, his arrogance.

When he thought he had already won, he lowered his guard.

A flaw that had been pointed out many times before, yet his overwhelming strength had always allowed him to get away with it.

But this time, against someone desperate, it was fatal.

Nnenna, despite the pain, gritted her teeth and sprang up.

She lunged forward before Asher could fully turn back, using every ounce of her remaining strength to land a powerful spinning kick right to his unguarded side.

The impact sent him staggering, a rare sight.

The crowd erupted.

“She got him!” “Impossible!

Did she actually—” Asher, furious, whirled around, but Nnenna was already moving.

She had no time to think, she had to use the moment.

She unleashed a flurry of rapid strikes, forcing Asher to defend for the first time in the match.

His stance faltered, frustration creeping into his movements.

And then, with perfect timing, she delivered a final decisive blow, a strike aimed at his chest, hitting him with enough force to send him stumbling backward.

His foot slipped just beyond the boundary of the stage.

Silence.

Then— “The winner is Second Princess Nnenna of Lionara!” Asher “..!” Somto “..?” Arthur “…” Carl ^_^ Ebere “???” Others “…” Asher stared at the ground beneath his feet, disbelief washing over him.

He had lost.

Ebere’s nails dug into her palm.

Her heart pounded, whether in frustration, relief, or something else entirely, she couldn’t tell.

This outcome… she had never wanted it.

And yet, it had happened right before her eyes.

The moment the match ended, the arena exploded with mixed reactions.

Some cheered in admiration, others scoffed in disbelief, and a few simply sat in stunned silence, trying to process what had just happened.

“She won… but did she really?” It wasn’t long before voices started rising, some in support of Nnenna and others in outright rejection of her victory.

“She fought well,” someone from the Lionara section commented.

“Even though she was struggling, she endured till the end.

You can’t deny she had skill.” “Skill?” A Gigangum warrior scoffed.

“She got lucky.

If Asher hadn’t turned his back, she wouldn’t have even touched him.” “It was a mistake,” another from Gigangum agreed.

“One small slip up.

That’s all it took.

Without that, there’s no way she would’ve won.” Many from Gigangum were furious.

Their prince, trained since childhood in the art of war, had lost to someone who had barely ever trained.

It was unthinkable.

Their pride refused to accept it.

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