The tension in the air is palpable. The energy a Rank S Hadal radiates is suffocating for low-ranks like us. One wrong move and he kills all of us. But I have a plan.
Before I deliver the result, I show the proof.
"Bone Crusher's neck—look! He's been poisoned!"
I say it loud enough for the entire arena to hear. Murmurs start spreading across every tier. The evidence is undeniable, which forces Rahul to hold himself in check.
If there's one thing the Deepwarden, or any high-tier player, values above almost anything else, it's discretion and reputation. That's how they climbed this high and stayed this long. Act maliciously under the table. Maintain a pristine look for the masses. They wouldn't let the Crime King simply slaughter everyone here. Not in public. Not with hundreds of witnesses.
"This fight was rigged!" I shout, and the commotion spreads wide after my declaration. The crowd unravels. Within seconds, the booing starts—and it isn't aimed at me.
