"I think Sasha felt tremendous pressure and realized there was no hope of victory, so she chose to admit defeat directly."
Bella, the mistress of the Sky family, narrowed her eyes slightly as she spoke, her gaze still lingering on the white figure standing calmly in the arena. Her tone was measured, but there was unmistakable admiration hidden beneath it.
"But Ethan is very particular," she continued, turning her head toward her husband with a faint smile.
"He's an interesting guy. He knows how to give Sasha a way to step down."
Max nodded slowly.
From start to finish, Ethan had never once pressed Sasha into desperation. He had neither humiliated her nor crushed her dignity. Instead, he had forced her to face a cruel truth—absolute disparity—without spilling blood.
Both husband and wife shared the same conclusion.
Ethan's strength was unquestionable.
"And that white fox demon," Bella added softly, "is also someone who understands people. He knows where to stop."
