A few seconds later, the arena shook with deafening shouts as Keith felt his body naturally relax.
No one knew whether the crowd was shouting because they had lost their money or cheering because they had won.
But regardless of them, Keith had just been introduced to a new world.
Was this what it felt like to be the stronger one?
The crowd cheered for him.
His opponent was gone.
He couldn't help but imagine how he himself had once been treated.
Only one thing had changed.
He had gained strength.
And after that, he had seen the heaven-and-hell difference in how people treated him.
He couldn't help but wonder...
If he had been stronger...
Would his father and mother still be alive?
Safe...
Well...
Keith couldn't help but feel his heart tremble as the walls of the arena shook and the exit appeared.
He left the arena, dropping the severed head with a heavy heart.
Keith didn't even realize when he returned to his room.
It had been three days.
