The reinforced metal walls of the underground arena absorbed the tension like silent witnesses. Bright overhead lights cast stark shadows as Chen Yu and Roman faced each other.
Roman's fists were clenched. His breathing was steady, but there was a fire in his eyes—determined, unshaken.
Chen Yu stepped forward, his voice calm and laced with confidence.
"You already look tense," he said with a smirk. "You really think you can win against me?"
Roman met his gaze, unflinching. "I don't know if you're B-rank or higher," he replied firmly. "But if I'm standing here, it means I've prepared to face you. I'll give everything I have—and I will defeat you."
Chen Yu chuckled lightly. "You talk like someone who has a chance. Fine. I'll give you a favor."
He tilted his head, eyes sharp and unwavering.
"I won't even use my class abilities. No system skills. Just pure strength. Let's see what you're really made of."
Roman's brow twitched slightly, but he stood his ground.
