Suno lay on the ground, his body convulsing in agony as the poison coursed through his veins. His right eye was completely lost, the searing pain forcing him into a helpless state.
The short acolyte from the Aryan faction sneered down at him, his voice dripping with mockery as he jeered, "You can now call yourself the one-eyed Croc, hahaha"
What truly infuriated Shinta and the rest of the half-bloods wasn't just Suno's brutal defeat—it was the referee and the crowd's reaction. Instead of condemning such cowardly behavior, some of the audience laughed and enjoyed the acolyte's cruel jest.
The sneers, the laughter—they were more than just insults; they were a reminder of the deep-seated prejudice that many held against the half-bloods.
Shinta's fists clenched, her anger simmering just beneath the surface. But before it could boil over, a shift occurred. The atmosphere changed as Shiryu, the Bronze Dragon, stepped forward to take the stand.
