The echo of Tony's second flawless victory reverberated across the volcanic stone arena.
The medical disciples quickly rushed onto Ring Number Four to carry away the unconscious illusionist, whose shattered silver staff lay in glittering pieces on the floor. Tony casually slung his wooden hunting bow back over his shoulder.
He walked down the stone steps with his usual slow, lazy posture, entirely unbothered by the frantic cheering of the massive crowd.
High in the floating galleries, the spectators were in an absolute frenzy. The noble family heads could no longer look down on Tony as a mere lucky brute. He had bypassed a master-level illusion domain with zero hesitation, proving his combat intelligence was just as terrifying as his raw physical strength.
