Aiden Knight's POV
"You're lying," Yan Jin whispered, blood frothing at his lips. "No one could kill Vincent Finch. He was legendary."
I pulled out my phone and showed him the video that had been circulating across every martial arts forum for weeks. The footage was grainy but clear enough. Vincent Finch's body crumpling to the arena floor. The referee's shocked face. The crowd's terrified silence.
"Watch closely," I said, holding the screen where his remaining eye could focus. "That's me tearing out his heart."
Yan Jin's face went slack with horror. The video was undeniable proof. Vincent Finch, the grandmaster who had dominated the eastern provinces for decades, reduced to a corpse in seconds.
"Impossible," he breathed. "You look so young. So ordinary."
"Appearances deceive." I pocketed the phone and stood over him. "Your uncle Tristan Abbott will learn that lesson soon enough."
