Leslie Cheung stood at the starting line, his heart hammering heavily against his ribs, every beat a reminder that this was the moment that would decide everything.
He had already lost two rounds to Huo Ge, and this final round was merely about saving face. The vast gap between them yawned like a chasm.
Beads of sweat the size of soybeans had already broken out on Leslie Cheung's forehead, and his gaze wavered.
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