The crowd murmured like a stirred hornet's nest, trading wild speculations about the uncertain outcome.
August remained blissfully unaware of these whispers.
He coiled into a defensive stance, muscles primed. Back in his modern life, he'd endured three grueling years of sanda training.
Within the first year? He'd floored his coach. By the second, challengers wept at his feet, begging to become his disciples. The third year crowned him national champion—surrounded by awed admirers and earning nods from grandmasters.
Yet since arriving in Krythoria, he'd barely tested his skills. Today offered the perfect chance to teach that arrogant princeling Andy a lesson he'd never forget.
The sixth prince flaunted his birthright like a peacock spreading its tail, using royal privilege to bully and
