The arena was cloaked in darkness, except for a single blinding light focused on the circular ring.
Crowds surrounded it, shouting and betting as the air thickened with tension.
Taarush stood near the corner, trying to tell the manager to cancel his match, but his voice was lost in the chaos.
Before he entered, a man sat beside him — wearing a Batman mask.
It was too dark to see his face.
The masked man spoke casually, almost like he'd known Taarush for years.
"I can smell luck on you today," he said in a teasing tone.
"What are you talking about? Are you okay?" Taarush replied, confused.
The Batman mask guy examined Taarush's arms and shoulders.
"If you're a student here," he said in a low, serious voice, "you need to rise. Don't you know the rule?"
Taarush thought it was some kind of entry rule, so he raised his hand.
Instantly, the lights turned toward him, and the crowd began to cheer.
That's how he entered the ring.
Across from him stood his opponent — tall, muscular, built like a beast.
The fight began before Taarush could even think.
A massive punch came straight for him.
He tried to dodge, but it hit — a brutal impact that threw him down.
The fighter unleashed a flurry of blows until Taarush lost consciousness.
Meanwhile, Lord sat in front of the TV, watching the live feed of the match.
Beside him, a Black mask man silently observed — this one was calm, motionless, and colder than the rest.
"Turn up the volume," the Batman mask man said from another screen.
The atmosphere was electric. Every strong fighter could feel it — something dangerous was about to happen.
Sam was out searching for the missing fourth powerhouse member, and Ram overheard that someone might die tonight.
Back in the arena, the Batman mask guy stood up, disappointed in Taarush.
He leapt into the ring.
The crowd gasped. The fighter roared and swung, but the Batman mask man didn't even move — he sidestepped and caught the man's wrist mid-air, twisting it before throwing him flat on his back.
"I'm not weak… nor strong," Taarush thought as he struggled to stand. "Even if I'm tired… I'll stand again."
The crowd went silent as he somehow got up.
"I knew it," said the Batman mask man. "There's something different about you."
The fighter, humiliated, screamed and charged again.
"Pathetic," muttered the Batman mask man.
With a single thrust kick, he sent the man flying.
At that exact moment, Taarush threw a desperate right hook that connected with the fighter's chin.
The crowd roared.
The man in the Black mask — watching quietly from the side — smiled faintly.
He jumped into the ring beside the Batman mask man.
"Good performance," he said. "You always enjoy chaos, don't you, Master?"
The Batman mask man chuckled.
"Of course. What's life without a little fun?"
Then the Black mask man removed his mask.
The crowd fell silent.
It was Jhon — the fourth powerhouse member — dark-skinned, average height, brown hair tied in a bun, his aura overwhelming.
"That was quite the performance, I suppose?" Lord said, trying to keep calm.
"Give me the money — 200 million dollars," said Jhon coldly.
Lord's expression froze. "Why did the amount increase?"
Jhon didn't answer. "You've got a few weeks. Bring the money… or work under me."
As Jhon left, Lord muttered, "We'll pay you back — and the revenge of the past, too."
"Also… what's with that plain mask?" Lord asked.
Outside, in the shadowed corridor, Master waited.
Jhon walked up to him, both silent. Then — without a word — they exchanged masks.
Master smiled beneath the black mask.
"As always," he said quietly, "I do whatever I want."