Wolf stood up and walked toward the edge of the arena, the lights above casting a sharp glow across his orange hair. Before stepping down, he lifted one hand casually and turned to look back at Joe and the others watching him. His expression said everything.
He was confident before , but now, after fully understanding what his special trait was and seeing it work flawlessly in a real fight, his confidence had transformed into something sharper. Almost dangerous. It showed in the way he moved, in how relaxed his shoulders were, in how he didn't even blink at the roaring crowd.
Vivian, on the other hand, did not feel confident.
She was frustrated , frustrated enough that she had already left Chad's side and marched back to her own seat, tablet in hand. She tapped her screen furiously, and sure enough… there it was.
Chad had bet another fifteen million on Wolf's fight.
