The roar of the crowd was like a thunderous wave crashing against the walls of the arena, as Aamir, Raj, and Riya stood together, catching their breath after their respective matches. They had each earned their victories, but the intensity of the competition was far from over.
Riya and Raj exchanged looks, both knowing that the third round was far more than just a formality. The battles would only get tougher from here. The stakes were high—every fighter in this round was here for one reason: to secure their place in the World Tournament.
"I can feel the tension," Raj muttered, his eyes darting across the arena as the next set of fighters prepared to enter the stage.
