Selection Match Ended

Chapter 110: A growing

The massive arena was steeped in tense silence. The crowd held its breath as they gazed at the four glowing colored tabs floating in the air, each one displaying a dwindling list of names. Earlier, names had vanished rapidly, vanquished in the brutal portal zones, but now the pace had slowed to a crawl. It was clear—only the strongest remained.

Murmurs buzzed among the spectators, awe and anxiety blending in their voices as they stared at the surviving names. Each name still glowing was a symbol of resilience, a testament to power.

In a reserved viewing area, Laura's sharp eyes flitted between the tabs—pink, blue, green, and gold—tracking the surviving contenders. Her heart pounded with every name she read. Aiden. Clara. Han. Ronan. Even the elusive Silver Wing still stood undefeated. She exhaled in relief, fingers gripping the edge of her seat. She didn't fully know what each member of the group was capable of—but she believed in them.