Chapter 21 All Candidates Are Accepted

• The man who had stepped into the ring was built like a tank with broad shoulders, heavy chest, fists like sledgehammers. He cracked his knuckles, grinning at Kael as though this was some casual spar.
• “You sure about this, boss?” the man said. His tone was mocking, but Kael could see it—the quick calculation in his eyes. He wasn’t just testing strength; he wanted to establish dominance.
• Kael tilted his head. “I’m sure.”