Morgan's actions clearly violated the "No killing your opponent" rule. Even if Salome didn't lose a single hair, it was still attempted murder, no different from murder itself.
The referee ran over in small steps, preparing to separate the contestants and declare Salome the winner.
Before he could do so, the black figure before him, emitting a bloody hue, rapidly enlarged in his sight.
"To declare the outcome now, isn't it a bit premature?"
"Wha..."
Before he could comprehend the opponent's seductive murmur, his chin met a razor-sharp nail, forcing him to tilt his head back.
"Oh no, my training has only just begun. The audience hasn't had enough excitement, and the show they've been waiting for, how can we let it end just like this? Is that right?"
The bewitching voice crawled into his ear, numbing his thoughts. He wanted to say something, but his tongue wouldn't obey.
