Kent raised his fists—and struck.
The first punch boomed like thunder, the ground trembling under the impact. The fire dome flickered. Another strike followed, then another. Each blow heavier, faster, shattering the very arena floor beneath him. Cracks spread outward like a spider's web, dust rising in plumes with every strike. The crowd clutched their seats as the ground quaked beneath them.
Inside, Huang Tian's confident smirk faltered. Sweat rolled down his temples. His eyes widened with every quake, every groan of the fire cage under Kent's relentless assault.
BOOM!
On the seventh strike, the dome shattered into sparks. In the blink of an eye, Kent's hand shot through the collapsing flames and wrapped around Huang Tian's throat. Lifting him like a ragdoll, Kent's eyes gleamed with cold indifference.
"You should've surrendered."
