Lan Zihe stood up straight, his body quickly healing the wounds he had sustained earlier.
The Proctor's voice finally echoed through the arena, announcing the start of the match. The air grew heavier with anticipation.
With a quick motion, half a dozen glowing energy sabers materialized around Lan Zihe. His eyes locked onto Mark, cold and furious.
"You might have taken me by surprise earlier," he said, voice sharp, "but you can no longer…"
Bang! Bang!
The sound of gunfire cracked through the air like thunder, once again.
"Argh…"
Lan Zihe staggered.
One bullet had pierced his left thigh, another tore into his right shoulder. Blood splattered onto the platform as he clutched the wounds, teeth gritted in pain.
"You…" He trembled with rage, his glare burning into Mark.
