All eyes turned sharply to King Hoon Doom, whose smug expression had faltered for the first time since the trial began.
He leaned toward his advisors, his confident demeanor cracking slightly. His gaze shifted to his daughter, Princess Chuli, who stood by his side with a sharp glint in her eyes.
"Father," she whispered urgently, her voice barely audible amid the murmuring crowd, "according to our sources, this masked man is the one who received the War God's inheritance. That's why he chose Honour Justice. Losing the trial is one thing, but losing the Honour Justice fight? That would be a disgrace far worse than losing this trial."
Hoon Doom's eyes narrowed as he thought deeply. "So that's the game he's playing," he muttered under his breath. "But we don't have much choice now. Either we drop the Justice Call entirely and lose face, or we agree to this fight and risk the consequences." He glanced at his daughter, his expression darkening.