Chapter 10
Author: Hard Writer
last update2026-11-03 21:41:05

The suffocating tension in the VIP booth was shattered not by a gun crack or a command, but by the deafening blast of an air horn down in the stadium floor.

Below the glass, the main event began. The heavy iron cage doors slammed shut, and thousands of spectators erupted into a frantic, unified roar that shook the concrete foundations of the arena. The blinding halogen spotlights shifted away from the VIP tier, flooding the fighting pit in harsh white light.

The sudden burst of noise broke the
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