"Ahhh... brutal."
Kavin grimaced and instinctively grabbed his lower body. A painful shiver ran through him as he stared at the arena.
That had to hurt.
No, hurt wasn't even the correct word anymore. That kick had probably transcended pain and entered some entirely different realm of suffering.
His face twitched.
The horrifying cracking sound still echoed inside his mind.
Around the arena, countless male spectators seemed to share the same thoughts.
Many had subconsciously grabbed themselves as well, their expressions pale and traumatized. Some looked away from the unconscious Siefert entirely, as if simply looking at him caused psychological damage.
Kavin slowly turned toward Jasmine. The contrast nearly gave him emotional whiplash.
While an entire arena of men was silently mourning the destruction of Siefert's future bloodline, Jasmine stood there completely unaffected.
