Namoras
Tickets to the round of 16

After the first round was completed of the approximately 64 participating students in the tournament, the event has now entered the round of thirty-two where, as of now, the, these thirty-two participants will form sixteen pairs and whoever comes out as the winner, then the ticket to go to the top sixteen in this tournament will be theirs.

When Namora entered the arena with her opponent from Dolok Ginjang High School, the condescending gazes of the people who were there were still visible even though they were not as cynical as before.

"Come on Namora, play a little fun!" Jol's message before Namora enters the ring. While Jol himself, standing on the side of the rink with a white towel draped on his shoulders. He is a legendary veteran coach.

"Play sportively, don't hit forbidden parts and, protect yourself!"

The two participants who were currently facing simultaneously nodded upon hearing the instructions of the referee who led the match between Namora and the Students from Dolok Ginjang High School.

"Go back to each other's corners!"

The two men took a few steps back, before finally moving forward after the referee gave a warning sign of the match at the start.

Ting.., Ting.., Ting.., the sound of the bell ringing signifies the fight between the two people begins.

Wuzzz.., the attack began with the student from Dolok Mid School sending a forward parap punch that Namora instantly avoided by tilting her head to the side, so that the punch simply missed.

Escaping from the first attack, Namora immediately circled her opponent by moving agilely to find a gap.

Previously, the opponent had known how to play Namora when defeating his first opponent. Therefore, he did not dare to rashly send a kick too quickly.

Wuzz.., Namora bluffs by sending a straight kick towards the stomach. The kick was just a bluff. Because, once the opponent dodged with a step back, Namora immediately pulled her foot and re-arranged the distance.

"Great!"

Prok.., prok.., a..!

The sound of screaming heard from the audience seats belonged to Udin who deliberately warmed the match accompanied by applause.

Namora's sharp gaze noticed the opponent's movements. He only waited for when his opponent was loosening his guard.

After waiting for a few minutes, Namora finally found a gap when the opponent moved towards her, Namora immediately dropped herself and sent a hard tackle that immediately made her opponent fall.

As soon as he fell, Namora immediately clamped the opponent with both feet so that the referee had to break up. That way, an important point' has been obtained by Namora.

Now, both of them have both stood and are ready to wait for the instructions of the referee to continue the fight.

The referee stuck one of his hands forward, then dropped the hand quickly to mark that the fight had begun.

Namora calmly advanced forward. His intention this time was, to knock his opponent down with a single move.

Justright. His opponent who had been provoked by emotions immediately slumped forward. He wants to avenge Namora's actions that dropped him easily so that an important point is obtained by Namora.

He judged that it was just carelessness that he did so Namora managed to steal the points from him. However, he did not expect that this was what Namora wanted. Because, once his opponent chased, then the opponent already had no defense anymore. Suppose there is, then the defense is very fragile.

Bugh...!

The second truly fatal recklessness he had done was unknowingly.

Brugh...!

The sound of kicks and the sound of bodies crashing was heard making the spectators close their mouths with wide eyes.

Previously, Namora who measured the distance of the opponent with himself immediately sent a kick when the distance had reached a foot.

The fragile defense of the opponent made the entirety of Namora's foot land and hit the bottom of the opponent's chin until it looked up, and a few seconds later it immediately collapsed onto the canvas ring. It was that incident that made all participants close their mouths with wide eyes to see how cruel the counterattack from Namora was.

After learning that the participant was in a state of fainting, the referee immediately stretched his hand giving a warning with an emergency gesture.

Upon seeing the gesture from the referee, half a dozen medics rushed into the arena with stretchers.

Quick movements were made and they immediately brought the students of the tournament participants down from the arena before making the next rescue action.

Namora's face remained expressionless as the referee raised his hand signifying that he was coming out victorious.

Jol immediately grinned welcoming Namora who had descended leaving the arena while saying. "Woy polar bear! So dong. I was very amused," he said as he patted and grabbed Namora's shoulders.

Silent! No one's making a sound. They seem to not believe that Namora, who they consider as an onion in the tournament this time, was able to become a dark horse. This is no exception with the teachers from Tunas Bangsa State High School who did not put the slightest hope in Namora.

Of all the people in the room, there were only two who were not surprised by Namora's ability. The first is Jol, and the second is Diaz. This was because, the day before, Namora and Jol had come to the new village Dojo, and made a mess there.

Diaz's eyes currently contained a terrifying murderous air towards Namora. She immediately felt her way towards the black belt she was wearing, then smiled sinisterly as she made sure that something she was preparing was still behind the belt.

Meanwhile, Maudi Bu from yesterday did not expect much to Namora immediately close his seat towards Pak Bakri, while whispering. "Sir. Looks like we should lick back the spit we've been spouting!"

Mr. Bakri looked at Ms. Maudi, then smiled. It was obvious on his face, that he was also very embarrassed at this moment.

There hadn't been a few hours ago to doubt Namora's abilities. He was also insulted by teachers from other schools. He felt very embarrassed, and intended to punish Namora after this event.

He had planned, after this tournament was completed and Tunas Bangsa State High School get embarrassing results, then he himself will ask that Namora be expelled from school immediately. However, from the two matches, he was forced to take a step back and had to admit that Namora did have the ability. Namora was clearly beyond expectations.

Previously, he might have thought that they would come home early to the city of Batu, and would be a laughing stock.

"Yes. I have to give appreciation to the boy. I no longer expected another victory, nor to defend the championship. Being able to enter the round of sixteen was already good. In this way, we can go home with our heads raised,"

"It doesn't seem so sir. You are a sports teacher. Surely you can judge Namora's abilities yourself," replied Maudi with a facial expression asking that Pak Bakri could understand the meaning.

"I mean, Maudi ma'am?"

Mr. Bakri pensively for a moment before raising his head back, then looking straight at Mr. Maudi. There was a smile on his lips.

"I understand now what Maudi's mother meant. Namora is not at all maximal. He only used 25-30% of the energy he had," Pak Bakri looked at Bu Maudi with a tense face.

Maudi maudi nodded. He actually knew that Namora didn't mean it. Although a woman, but once she was a master of taekwondo. He is not blind to this kind of thing.

Mr. Bakri clenched his hand, then threw it right on his thigh.

"That means the kid's already a pro. Acting like a vegetable chicken that wants to prey on a ferret. I'm tricked. How did I not realize that in school we had a good fighter besides Kenza?"

"That's exactly why I said, we seem to have to lick back the spit that fell?!" Resolute Maudi Maudi.

After thinking for a moment, Bakri immediately stood up, then he stepped towards the seats of the tournament participants. The goal is to approach Namora and Jol who are currently in discussion.

"Morah. Congratulations on this second victory. I, as a sports teacher, greatly appreciate your efforts. Don't think about winning or losing! The most important thing is to do your best!"

Namora got up, shook Bakri's hand, then kissed him.

"I according!" Answer Namora briefly.

Bakri nodded slowly. He then rubbed Namora's head, smiled then immediately returned to his chair.

Seriate...