“And still the reigning champion…KIM SUNOO!”

The stadium erupted into chaos—cheers, boos, and the deafening sound of fists pounding against the ring echoed through the arena. Sunoo stood in the center, his chest rising and falling with each controlled breath. Sweat glistened on his skin, but not a single bruise marked his face. He was untouched, unshaken, and undeniably victorious.

The referee lifted his arm, but Sunoo’s eyes weren’t on the flashing cameras or the roaring crowd. They were on you.

A slow smirk tugged at his lips as he tilted his head, raising a taped fist in your direction—a silent promise, a declaration. This win was yours as much as it was his.