"YOU!"
A loud voice.
A boy stepped forward.
Confident. Arrogant. Powerful aura.
"Fight me."
Karam looked at him.
"Why?"
The boy smirked.
"Because I don't like your face."
Silence.
Then—
They clashed.
Fast exchange.
Blow after blow.
The rival was strong.
Very strong.
But—
Karam adapted.
Every second… improving.
"You're learning mid-fight…?"
Final moment—
Karam appeared behind him.
Strike.
The rival fell.
Shock everywhere.
📊 [System]
Victory
But—
Karam dropped to one knee.
"Something… is gone…"
⚡ [End – heavy cost]