SLAM!
His giant body crashed onto the mat with a deafening thud.
There was a ringing silence after that. Everyone stared in shock.
Then Odin burst out cheering. Even Olivia started clapping in shock.
I glanced at Layla’s group. Their jaws were practically on the floor. Their expressions were precious.
“It’s not over!” Odin shouted. “He’s still moving!”
I stepped back, fists clenched, ready.
Sure enough, Vincent staggered to his feet, clearly dazed. That throw had rattled his brain. His shame turned to fury—he let out a guttural cry and charged again.
But this time, there was zero technique in his movements. He was drive by brute rage. Which meant he had forgotten all his skills and given me more chances.
He was so busy attacking, he completely forgot how to defend. I kept dodging,
