Namari and Renan could be seen clashing in the golden arena, their every impact leaving a crater behind. The force of their strikes sent shockwaves through the arena, making the ground tremble beneath them. Their clothes were torn, stained with their own blood, yet their expressions couldn't have been more different as they exchanged blows.
Namari had a wild grin on her face, looking like she was having the time of her life. Her eyes gleamed with excitement as if she found joy in every strike that landed. Renan, on the other hand, looked just as intense—but not from enjoyment. His expression was twisted with pure, unfiltered rage. His movements were sharp and aggressive, his attacks fueled by anger rather than exhilaration. At this moment, he wasn't just fighting Namari—he was venting his frustration on her.
As he blocked Namari's strike aimed at his left eye, he clenched his jaw, seething.
