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THE ARENA BUZZED WITH TENSION AND ANTICIPATION as the remaining teams stood assembled, the weight of the competition pressing down on them. Half the competitors were already eliminated, their dreams of glory left behind in earlier rounds, while others watched nervously from the sidelines. The top eight dojos, including Cobra Kai, stood under the bright lights, their fighters ready to face whatever came next.
Gunther, a tall man with a commanding presence, stepped forward, his voice echoing across the space.
"Top eight dojos," he began, his tone measured and authoritative. "Welcome to our final group event."
Everyone's eyes were locked on him, the silence in the arena palpable.
"Over the course of the tournament, you have each proven yourselves worthy of your place atop the leaderboard. And after today, only the best of the best will gain entry into our Tournament of Champions."
Y/n exchanged a knowing glance with Kwon, a soft smirk tugging at her lips. They had been preparing for this moment since morning, Sensei Kim drilling them relentlessly with tactics and strategies. While nothing was explicitly confirmed, it seemed likely that the round would focus on individual performance—solo efforts that would ultimately contribute to the team's success.
As the chancellor continued, his voice took on a sharper edge, commanding full attention. "Now, here are the rules for this round..."
The fighters leaned in slightly, hanging on his every word.
"Each team will face three opponents, determined by random draw, in an all-dojo tag-team competition."
Cheers erupted from some corners of the arena, while others exchanged murmured discussions. y/n and Kwon turned to each other, grinning as they shared a quick high-five. Confidence radiated off them; this was their moment to shine.
Lee and Park, standing nearby, looked equally thrilled. They were already whispering to each other, clearly discussing strategies for tagging in and out. Tory, however, stood apart from the group, her arms crossed and her gaze distant. She seemed lost in her thoughts, her usual fire noticeably dim. Yoon, on the other hand, was as calm as ever, his expression serene as he observed the proceedings.
The chancellor raised his hand for silence, waiting until the noise died down.
"Two fighters will enter the ring, one from each dojo at a time," he explained. "The other fighters will remain outside, waiting to be tagged by their teammate."
