At first, their focus had been locked onto the intense battle unfolding between Milo and Trois, but then someone gasped.
Another pointed.
The murmuring grew louder, spreading like wildfire.
"The Duke's son, he's collapsing!"
All at once, the energy in the stadium shifted.
The excitement that had electrified the crowd only moments ago twisted into unease.
People rose from their seats, craning their necks for a better view.
Whispers turned into frantic chatter, a mixture of alarm and disbelief.
"Is he injured?"
"What's happening to him?"
"He was fine just a second ago!"
Somewhere near the front rows, a noblewoman clutched her hands to her chest, her face pale with concern.
Others exchanged worried glances, their eyes flickering between the unconscious boy and the fight still raging on.
The announcer hesitated, momentarily thrown off by the unexpected turn of events.
The moment the nearest guards saw Gon collapse, they sprang into action.
