Aiden Knight's POV
I extend my hand to help Jasper back to his feet. The gesture ripples through the assembled warriors like a stone dropped in still water. Their faces shift from shock to something deeper—genuine respect.
"You fought well," I tell him simply.
Jasper accepts my hand, wincing as he rises. "Your technique was flawless, Hall Master. I've never seen Shadow Fist countered so perfectly."
"Experience has its advantages." I study his face, noting the pallor beneath his weathered features. "How do you feel?"
"Like I've been hit by a freight train." He attempts a laugh, but it comes out strained. "My ribs feel like they're on fire."
Without hesitation, I reach into my jacket and withdraw a small jade bottle. The pill inside glows with a soft golden light, its medicinal fragrance immediately filling the air around us.
"Take this."
Jasper stares at the pill with wide eyes. "Hall Master, this is too precious. I don't deserve—"
