"Okay. I apologize in advance for ending this too quickly," Nero said coolly, his tone neither arrogant nor mocking—just matter-of-fact, like he was stating the time of day.
Then he moved.
Bang!
The sound echoed like a firecracker in the silence that had settled over the arena.
Marvin barely had time to blink. One moment he was standing tall, fists raised in a defensive stance, and the next—he was flat on the ground, sprawled like a broken marionette.
His eyes rolled back, his limbs slack. He didn't cry out. He didn't even groan. Whatever Nero had done, it shut him down instantly.
It wasn't a flashy strike. There were no flames, no glowing aura, no exaggerated movements. Just a simple punch. And yet, that punch carried a force so absolute that Marvin never stood a chance.
The arena went silent for a heartbeat.
Then—
"One punch... and Marvin dropped like a sack of sweet potatoes!"
"What just happened?!"
"Did anyone see that clearly?"
