Chapter: The Wager and the Battle Arena
The tension was thick in the air, so heavy that it seemed to suffocate the auction hall. The shuffling sound of dollars and murmurs of the crowd faded into the background as PunkMaster and Viktor stood face to face, their hostility radiating like a storm ready to unleash. Viktor, calm and collected as ever, smiled faintly as he met PunkMaster’s fiery gaze.
PunkMaster, however, was a different sight altogether. His usual cool composure was gone, replaced by a seething anger. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, and his body was tense, as though a single breath would be enough to set him off.
“You think you can outbid me?” PunkMaster’s voice was a low growl, filled with contempt. “You think you have what it takes to beat me in a game of wealt
