Part- 364:

  As soon as Shahed tried to stand, Ryan unched into a relentless series of moves—**sweeps, trips, and lightning-quick holds**—keeping his oppo off-band disoriehe gym was a blur of movement as the two fighters exged grips and ter-grips, but Ryan always stayed oep ahead, trolling the rhythm of the match.

  Shahed mao twist free at one point, trying to lock Ryan into a powerful grappling hold, but **Ryan anticipated the move**. With incredible precision, he spun on his heel, shifting his weight just in time to reverse the hold. The croed again, this time in admiration of Ryan’s fwless teique.

  “Shahed doesn’t know what hit him!” one speuttered in disbelief. “Ryan’s making it look effortless,” another added, shaking his head.

  For a brief moment, Shahed’s frustration boiled over, aried to overpower Ryan with sheer brute force. He smmed forward, hoping to pin Ryan to the ground. But Ryan’s **instincts kicked in**—he pivoted smoothly, sending Shahed sprawling face-first onto the mat with a well-timed trip.

  The referee blew the whistle sharply, cutting through the noise. His hand shot up.

  **“Victory—Ryan!”**

  The crowd erupted into thunderous appuse. On Banani’s bench, **James cpped hard**, grinning widely.

  **Score:** 2-3.

  Ryan straightened his posture and took a deep breath, his expression calm and collected as if this had been just another routine practice session. He reached down and **offered a hand to Shahed**, helping his oppoo his feet without a hint ance.

  Shahed’s lips twisted into a frustrated grimace, but he accepted the hand begrudgingly. “You got me,” he muttered under his breath.

  Ryan gave him a small nod—nothing more. His focus remaieady, his mind already shifting toward the matches ahead.

  As Ryan walked back to the team, the **crowd buzzed with admiration**, and his fan girls couldn’t hold back their excitement any longer.

  “That was unbelievable!” one of them whispered loudly. “Did you see how easily he handled Shahed? No wonder Ryan’s the star of the team, of course, James too!” “I swear, I could watch him fight all day…of course same goes for James too.” one girl added dreamily, g her hands together as if lost in a daydream.

  Ryan ighe chatter, though he allowed himself the slightest smirk as he approached his teammates. **James cpped him on the back**, his grin full of pride.

  “Told you,” James said, chug. “They ood a ce.”

  Ryan shook his head, though a small, satisfied gri onto his face. “One more to go,” he murmured, already shifting his thoughts toward the fight.

  Coach Gin gave him a subtle nod of approval from the sidelines. “Good work, Ryan,” the coach said, his tone calm but with a flicker of satisfa beh it. “Now we’re ba the game.”

  As Ryan sat down to catch his breath, the **banter from his fan girls floated ain**, loud enough for the whole bench to hear.

  “I mean, seriously, how anyohat cool?” one of them whispered with barely taiement. “They don’t even break a sweat! It’s like he’s in a movie or something!” “Fet movies—Ryan and James should be the dual main characters in real life!”

  James chuckled, elbowing Ryan lightly. “Looks like your fan club’s growing.”