Chapter 29: Welcome to the Arena
Ronan stood face-to-face with the blond-haired man. From the roar of the crowd, he instantly knew—the man's name was Leandro.
The commentator didn't miss a beat. "OHH! We've got a new challenger! Jumped straight down from the VIP section! A foreign kid, a new face! A new face!" he shouted with excitement.
The cheers echoed thunderously, shaking the arena. Meanwhile, Leandro stood before him—like a predator who had just smelled fresh blood. He grinned wide, eyes locked on Ronan like the boy was just a morning snack.
"Prepare yourself, kid," he said casually, completely relaxed. His tone oozed confidence—like he'd already won, just from the difference in height and muscle mass.
Without warning, Leandro opened with a quick jab. But Ronan's Hunter's Sense kicked in instantly, making his body move before his brain could even react—he dodged swiftly, immediately seeking a safer position.
But Leandro wasn't the type to give room to breathe. The next punch came right after—brutal and powerful. This time, Ronan countered—their fists collided with a heavy thud.
THUMP!
Ronan staggered back, his body thrown off balance. He had to take several steps to steady himself. The force of that punch... was insane.
Leandro's expression started to shift. No longer as amused as before. Ronan's punch might've lacked power, but the feeling—it was like being stabbed with a spear. Leandro's brow furrowed.
Kyle, watching from above, narrowed his eyes. There was something in Ronan's strike—something... intriguing.
Leandro attacked again. Brutal. Pure muscle-fueled fury, throwing punch after punch with the intent to destroy.