The underground arena's roar had dulled into a muted hum, the fighters exhausted yet exhilarated as they gathered in the dimly lit hall. After days of intense battles, the air was thick with dust, sweat, and the faint scent of blood. The normally brutal and chaotic atmosphere had settled into a rare moment of calm—albeit a tense one.
Mister Boroa stood at the center, his calm demeanor unruffled, holding a small jade box in each hand. His voice, soft but commanding, projected across the crowd. "Congratulations to all who fought. Besides your perseverance, here are your rewards."
He distributed small, intricately carved jade boxes containing resources—techniques, pills, and training aids—prime commodities in the underground fighting circles. Those who had survived the brutal tournament knew well that this moment was rare, a gift from the network that thrived in shadows.
