Chapter 136: The Devil in the Ring
The roar of the crowd still thundered in my ears, but I barely noticed. Kane's body was being dragged from the pit, his unconscious form limp in the hands of the medics. My knuckles ached from the repeated impacts, my breath steady but controlled. The fight was over, yet I hadn't moved an inch from where I stood.
Because I knew what came next.
The final match.
"Ladies and gentlemen!" the announcer's voice boomed over the speakers, almost drowned by the deafening cheers. "It's time for our grand finale! Our last two warriors stand before us, ready to prove who is the ultimate champion of the tournament!"
I felt the eyes on me—Sienna's, Camille's, Alexis's. Worry. Concern. I could imagine Sienna clutching the railing so tight her knuckles turned white, Camille pressing her lips together to stop herself from calling out, Alexis's analytical mind racing for a way to calculate the impossible.
The operations team behind them were mostly shocked. I had beaten Kane with relative ease, something that no one there actually expected. With the exception of Anthony. He was smiling like he knew that I was at my peak right now.
And then, there was Vincent Giovanni.
The man sat high above, in his private box, a glass of dark wine in one hand, his expression caught somewhere between amusement and exhilaration. He leaned forward, fingers tapping against the rim of his glass, his golden eyes gleaming with predatory delight.
His lips moved. I didn't need to hear him to know what he had said.
Show me.
A heavy thud pulled my focus back to the ring.