Jian stood over the fallen Zhao Feng, utterly unmoving, his crimson eyes sweeping across the silent arena. He allowed them to see his unmasked face, the blood-red hair, the cold, triumphant gleam in his gaze. He felt no remorse, no hesitation. Only the profound, chilling satisfaction of a promise fulfilled. This was the vengeance he had vowed under the moonlight, the cold, hard repayment for years of suffering.
He met Ling Tian’s burning gaze, a silent challenge passing between them, a promise of the true reckoning yet to come. Ling Tian, utterly infuriated, could only stare back, his pride wounded, his world cracking around him.
The Head Announcer, gathering what little composure he had left, stepped forward, his voice still shaky but determined to complete the ceremony. "As per the anc
