A strange aura surrounded Yu Han's body, creating a heavy, almost suffocating atmosphere that weighed on everyone who watched.
"HAHA! YOU'RE STARTING TO FEEL FEAR, AREN'T YOU?!"
Zhao Han's confident voice echoed throughout the arena as a poisonous gas erupted from his hands. The toxic mist expanded rapidly, engulfing Yu Han's silhouette in an instant.
"It's over! I've won!"
Zhao Han grinned triumphantly, watching as Yu Han's figure gradually disappeared into the deadly fog.
"MASTER!" cried Chen Li, her trembling hands covering her mouth in horror.
"BIG BROTHER!" Tien Mei sobbed uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face.
Suddenly, a gentle hand rested on her head, and a calm, reassuring voice spoke:
"Don't worry, girls. The Master will be fine."
It was Fang Li, her expression warm and composed, a small but comforting smile on her lips.
