With determination gleaming in his eyes, Michael walked confidently by Huang Ling's side, unaffected by the intense scrutiny from the crowd. He felt a slight warmth from the pendant around his neck, likely Archie sending his well wishes before the fight.
"I am ready," he replied resolutely to Huang Ling's question, his voice steady and unwavering. The noise around them seemed to fade into the background as they approached the arena.
The whispers and murmurs followed their every step, filled with speculation and doubt. Many still viewed Michael as an outsider, a street urchin who had somehow found himself challenging the esteemed members of the Ling family.
As they reached the entrance of the arena, the crowd parted to let them through. Huang Ling gave Michael a final reassuring look before making his way to the gazebo, taking the seat next to the large chair meant for the head of the family.