The arena roared like a living beast.
Tens of thousands of voices merged into a single thunderous cry—"Victory to Huang Tian! Victory to the diamond spear!"
The man himself stood tall at the center, holding the spear that gleamed like a fragment of the heavens, his entire form exuding majesty. Every gambler, every spectator, every hopeful rival waited for one thing: Kent King's bloody, humiliating defeat.
But amidst the eruption of chants, a strange tremor ran through the air. Huang Tian, once basking in the glory, suddenly narrowed his eyes. Above the stadium, the perfect blue sky cracked with streaks of black clouds.
Darkness rolled in waves, swallowing the sunlight until the arena itself seemed like a pit of hell. A crimson hue shimmered faintly through the cracks in the sky, as though the gods themselves had decided to bear witness. The chants of Huang Tian's name faltered, confusion and unease creeping across the faces of the spectators.
And there stood Kent.
