There was one thing working in the trio's favor, even as they were being overwhelmed from every direction, and that was dominance.
It wasn't something that could be measured easily, nor was it something that came purely from raw strength alone. It was presence, how they moved, how they struck, how confidently they stood their ground even while surrounded. Despite the sheer number of opponents flooding the fighting pit, the truth was simple.
Most of these people weren't on the same level as Joe or Wolf.
They might have been fighters. Some were bodyguards, others mercenaries, and a few were hardened criminals who had fought plenty of battles before. But if they truly belonged among the strongest, they would have reached the finals of the fighting tournament themselves. They would have been chosen by Vivian as individual threats, not thrown into a chaotic free-for-all as expendable pieces.
Even Vivian knew this.
That was why she hadn't faced them directly.
