There was one thing Na was genuinely relieved about, his opponent was still standing. Despite the overwhelming cheers, the tense atmosphere, and the throbbing ache in his knuckles, that single fact was enough to keep Na grounded. Hurting someone from the Gilt Rats, even accidentally, could spiral into consequences far beyond this cage. The Billion Bloodline group already had enough problems with the Black Hounds. The last thing Max needed was for Na to spark a second war with someone even higher-ranked.
Yet even with that fear gnawing at him, Na stared at Evon in disbelief.
How is he still okay? How did that punch not break him?
My fist… it's stinging. Did I hit metal? Is he wearing armour under that jacket?
