A heavier dark-red pressure erupted from Rovak's body, shaking the arena floor beneath him.
The crowd instantly fell silent.
Rovak's muscles tightened, his horns glowed faintly, and his eyes burned with battle intent.
Veyra's smile disappeared.
Inside the private room, Garion's grin finally returned. "Oh?"
Dahlia also smiled. "So he still had more."
Slifera leaned forward slightly, his glowing blue eyes fixed on the screen. "Rovak…"
Back in the arena, Rovak rolled his shoulders while the poison marks across his body continued spreading.
Yet strangely, his presence didn't weaken but stnaed he bevame even stronger.
Veyra narrowed her eyes. "What did you do?"
Rovak grinned. "Nothing special."
He clenched both fists, and the arena floor cracked beneath his feet. "We Drakhor are a strong race."
His grin widened as his dark-red aura surged higher. "And more than that… we're a war race."
The moment those words came out, the entire crowd became noisy again.
"War race?"
