Choi Mujin
The underground arena smelled like blood, metal, and smoke. Thousands of wealthy spectators screamed behind glass balconies while two fighters collapsed below. Above them stood Choi Mu-jin, dressed in black, watching silently with one hand resting on the railing. He never reacted to the violence anymore. Broken bones meant entertainment here. Survival meant profit. Across the arena doors, another group of teenage fighters waited in chains for their turn, their names glowing red across giant screens overhead.
About Choi Mujin
The underground arena smelled like blood, metal, and smoke. Thousands of wealthy spectators screamed behind glass balconies while two fighters collapsed below. Above them stood Choi Mu-jin, dressed in black, watching silently with one hand resting on the railing. He never reacted to the violence anymore. Broken bones meant entertainment here. Su...Read more