High up in the royal box, Elaine watched the brutal exchange with eyes as cold and unfeeling as glacial ice, her strong arms crossed tight over her broad chest like a barrier.
Her piercing eyes tracked every single hit and dodge with the precision of a seasoned tactician studying a battlefield map.
This fight will end very soon if he keeps taking hits like this without landing anything real. I still cannot believe that stubborn idiot is still fighting back at all.
"Does he truly believe he can lift up all omegas with one duel like this? Jennife is simply too strong and experienced for him to handle. He is going to break completely before long."
Her quiet aide sitting beside her nodded once in silent agreement, but Elaine's strong jaw ticked just a fraction—she felt an unexpected pull to keep watching, something stirring behind her usual indifference.
