THUD!
Yin fell onto the ground. His back laid flat against the sand... A sword was still stabbed into his stomach.
Drip... Drip...
A pool of blood formed beneath him.
And seeing this scene—
"..."
The whole coliseum became silent.
No one cheered. No one shouted.
Just a few moments ago, Viktor and Yin were clashing—
Equal.
Relentless.
Neither one giving in.
And now... it suddenly ended just like that.
Viktor stood a few steps away, bloodied and panting, holding his own stab wound on his stomach. While Yin lay unmoving on the ground.
Then finally, snapping everyone out of their stupor—
"VIKTOR WINS!!!"
The announcer's voice thundered across the entire arena, loud and clear.
"AFTER THAT BRUTAL, INTENSE BATTLE—VIKTOR IS THE VICTOR!!!"
He added with a pun.
And just then—
Cheers erupted from the crowd like a wave!
"YEAAAAHHHH!!!"
"VIKTOR!!!"
"THAT WAS INSANE!!"
