Gon's heart pounded like a war drum in his chest, each beat echoing in his ears as the deafening roar of the crowd washed over him.
he air was thick with energy, a mixture of anticipation, excitement, and the lingering scent of sweat and adrenaline.
The voices of the spectators rose in a wave of cheers, whistles, and applause, their enthusiasm pressing down on him like an invisible force.
The adrenaline still surged through Gon's veins, a relentless current that kept his senses razor-sharp yet oddly distant, as if he were floating just outside of himself.
His body still tingled from the rush, every nerve alive with energy, yet the world around him felt strangely muted, like he was watching everything unfold from behind a thick glass pane.
The roaring crowd, the flashing lights, the lingering echoes of his opponent's movements, all of it felt detached, distant, as if it belonged to a reality separate from his own.
