Holden stared at the notification for a moment.
He had eleven thousand, seven hundred and ninety kill points.
He'd crossed the ten thousand mark. He was still a long way from the hundred thousand he needed for the 10,000x multiplier, but the gap didn't feel as impossible anymore.
The Blood Colosseum Tournament would pay out much more than the Pit. Elite fighters meant elite KP rewards. If he won that tournament, if he took out Varga and anyone else stupid enough to get in his way, he might cut the distance to his goal by a third. Maybe more.
He looked down at the four unconscious Iron Fangs.
They'd wake up in a few hours with headaches and broken pride. They'd report back to Varga that some masked fighter had ambushed them. Varga would be angry, but he wouldn't connect it to Holden Voss. Nobody connected Asura to the academy freshman with the disciple badge.
Holden stepped over the bodies and walked toward the street.
