"Match concluded!"
The referee's voice echoed through the arena, barely catching up to the reality that had just played out in front of a stunned crowd.
Five fourth-years from Silver Peak Conservatory—once considered a mid-tier college with decent fundamentals from the Northern Province—now lay in various states of unconsciousness or surrender, scattered like fallen dominoes at the side of the stage while medical staff surrounded them and their contracts.
At the center of the now empty stage stood Kain Newman. One hand tucked casually into his jacket pocket. The other rested at his side.
Not a scratch on him.
