A sharp chime rang out—clear and pure, like a divine bell tolling—as soon as the proctor uttered the word for the match to begin.
The crowd erupted.
A tidal wave of cheers and chaos.
Then someone from the stands yelled:
"BREAK HIM, THARNOK!"
But... Tharnok turned toward the alien who had spoken, glaring daggers—and the alien froze.
The rest of the spectators were also shaken.
His cold gaze had cut through the chaos of the crowd, silencing it in an instant.
The roar of the arena stopped.
Everything went still.
Alex's breath slowed, wondering what was happening.
With just one look, his opponent had silenced the crowd.
How powerful must he be for the people to fear him?
But it was more than just power. It was because he was a Vorakan.
They were a terrifying race that no one wanted to cross—so everyone avoided provoking them.
Tharnok then returned his gaze to Alex, locking eyes with him.
