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    In the bottom left corner, Ethan’s match barely drew attention.


    Everyone figured the oue was already decided.


    No one gave Ethan much chance; he was seen as the underdog.


    The crowd kept their eyes glued to the screens showing Marisa and Mnie, where the intense battles earned cheers from the audience. Only Maia and Chris remained focused on Ethan’s match.


    Right then, Marisa and Mnie pulled ahead, both hungry to im the first victory.


    Out of nowhere, the game screen shed with a surprising turn.


    Everyone’s focus snapped to it, and when they saw what was happening, gasps and shocked cries filled the air!


    Even with her headphones on, Mnie caught the crowd’s astonished reactions. What was happening? She nced up at the big screen overhead, and her eyes widened in surprise!


    At the same time, Marisa peeked over, almost dropping her lollipop from sheer disbelief!


    Down in the bottom left corner, the most overlooked match had finally wrapped up.


    “Winner: Ethan Watson!”


    Hardly anyone had anticipated such an oue.


    Everyone in the venue waspletely shocked. What?! It had only been three minutes, and Ethan had already beaten Varninski’s top yer! How could that happen? How did he pull off the win? Wasn’t he supposed to be the weakest of the top ten yers?


    They stood there, stunned, their mouths agape.


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    “No way! Did you see Ethan’s move just now?”


    “Was he faking it all along? Looks like he wasn’t messing around — he came to dominate!”


    “His skills and game sense are incredible — he knows the game inside and out!”


    The students from the elite preparatory program were caught off guard. What was going on? How did Ethan pull off that win?


    Even Mario, who had been so confident, was left scratching his head. He hadn’t even figured out Ethan’s strategy before getting knocked out cold.


    Was Ethan cheating?


    The thought made Mario see red. He ripped off his headset and mmed it on the table, yelling, “Ethan must’ve been hacking! I want a rematch right now!”


    The organizers frowned. They had already double-checked all the gear and yer ounts before the match — cheating was out of the question. The contest was still ongoing, and with other yers still in the game, Mario making such a scene would only disrupt the flow and harm the tournament.


    Ethan took off his headphones without a fuss, stood up, and gave Mario a look as if he were watching a clown. Then, he said, cool as ice, “Didn’t you say not to waste my time? I just gave you exactly what you asked for.”


    Mario’s cheeks flushed red with embarrassment.


    He stormed over to the organizers’ table, shouting, “This tournament’s rigged! Give me a rematch or kick Ethan out for cheating — or I’ll blow the whole thing up online!”


    The organizers were speechless. They had never dealt with someone so bitter. Losing wasn’t the problem; refusing to ept it was.


    With a quick nod from the head organizer, a group of tall security guards moved in and forcibly dragged Mario off the stage. Mario thrashed around wildly, cursing like a madman, lookingpletely unhinged, as though the loss had sent his mind spiraling out of control.


    Meanwhile, Marisa, still reeling from Ethan’s win, snapped back to her own game. She bit down hard on her lollipop, realizing she had almost let her opponent slip past her due to the shock. Now, she had to dig deep and fight tooth and nail to win. Losing in front of Ethan? That would be beyond embarrassing.


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