Adelyn was just about to smack Karl on the head again.
Was this guy really still acting clueless?
She had already raised her hand halfway when an unfamiliar voice made her pause.
"What's wrong, Young Master Karl?" A mocking sneer echoed across the arena. "Are you finally ready to crawl between my legs?"
The instant she heard the voice, Adelyn's eyes turned sharp. Yet she didn't turn around immediately.
Instead, her gaze remained fixed on Karl.
She quietly observed the subtle change in his expression.
The confusion disappeared. In its place came simmering fury.
"You ..." Karl sneered, glaring toward the source of the voice. "Watch both your words and your tone, Zeke Carte."
His lips curled coldly.
"Who's going to crawl between your legs? The winner hasn't been decided yet. Neither has the loser."
Only then did Adelyn slowly turn her gaze toward the newcomer.
