The crowd was buzzing, but to me it was just background noise. Screams, whistles, cheers — none of it mattered. I walked toward the ring, each step echoing in my heart like a drumbeat. I was confident. Confident in my strength. These people, their "traditions", their "masters"... All of it seemed pathetic in comparison to real power.

I stopped at the ropes and climbed into the ring with ease. All eyes were on me. Their looks, full of indignation and malice, only spurred on my desire to show who was boss here. I turned around, throwing a defiant look at Master Hung.

"You want respect? Make me apologize," I said mockingly.

He stepped forward, accepting the challenge. There was determination in his eyes, but it was just the look of a stubborn man who does not understand that he has lost before the start.

The fight began, and his first blows made me admit: this old man knows something. But it didn't matter. Blow after blow, I suppressed him, slowly, methodically. His breathing became ragged, and I noticed weakness. Something with his breathing... asthma, perhaps? No matter. It only made my job easier.

The last blow was... the final one. He collapsed, but even then I saw him trying to get up. Stubborn. But I had already proven everything I wanted.

As the crowd rushed towards him, I stepped aside. Proudly raised my hands, accepting the ovation. For me, it was a victory. For them, a lesson.