The crowd could only watch in stunned silence. To them, Asher truly deserved the name: The Dominator. He possessed a certain ease and calmness with which he defeated everyone, and they fucking loved it every single time.
Nobody blamed Theodore for giving up. Although he was the first to lose through a forfeit, to them, that was the smart choice. While the boy could heal endlessly as long as he had money, it didn't mean he enjoyed the suffering and futility that came with it.
"ASHER!!!"
"THE DOMINATOR!!!"
"THE ECLIPSER!!!"
"WE LOVE YOU!!!"
"CRUSH THAT BUDDHA'S FACE!!!"
"BITCH SLAP ARIANNA!!!"
"CURB STOMP ISAAC!!!"
As the crowd cheered for Asher's victory, they also added a few outrageous requests, causing Asher's calm expression to almost crumble. The deafening chants rolled through the enormous arena in endless waves, refusing to die down even after the battle had already ended. He simply shook his head as he prepared to return to his floating throne.
