It was finally Alex's turn to participate in the ongoing battle event.
The crowd shifted restlessly, eyes turning toward the stage. As the name "Alex" echoed through the loudspeakers, a figure dashed forward, leaping high into the air.
With dramatic flair, Alex landed on the platform with a flashy spin, his boots skidding slightly before stopping.
He struck a confident pose — chest out, shoulders angled, and one arm reaching toward the sky as if claiming victory before the fight even began.
A beaming smile spread across his face.
He was expecting cheers.
He was expecting the girls to swoon.
He believed — no, he knew — this entrance would daze them all.
It had worked in the past.
Every other time, his dramatic entrances had been met with wild applause, heart eyes, and dreamy sighs from the girls in the audience. But now?
To his absolute surprise — no reaction.
Not a single cheer.
Not a single scream.
Not even a whisper.
The audience was still.
