Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 333

Even if the drink wasn't toxic, hundreds of people simultaneously opening those bottles in the enclosed stadium would blanket the entire crowd in a dense white fog, instantly triggering a mass panic.

That wasn't the only threat. Halfway through a dance routine, security caught a suspicious man sneaking toward the electrical room in a blatant attempt to cut the power.

Thankfully, the surveillance team spotted him and intercepted him just in time.

He was disguised in a maintenance uniform but wasn't a licensed electrician. They promptly handed him over to the police.

However, both the soda vendor and the fake electrician were merely low-level pawns. There was no way to trace the sabotage back to the actual mastermind.

All they could do now was neutralize the threats as they came.

When it was time for the Martial Arts Fusion Dance, Mira turned to Owen. "Do you want to perform with us?"

"Sure."

She had expected him to decline, but he agreed without hesitation.

It made sense. If the cowards plotting against them weren't afraid to play dirty, why should Owen, who walked in the light, hide in the shadows?

The backing track for the routine was the epic anthem, Valor of the Vanguard.

As the intense, sweeping melody filled the arena, Gavin Hale and Aidan Chase took the stage in flowing white garments. Their powerful, soaring vocals instantly transported the audience to a fierce, ancient battlefield.

The entire stadium surged with an electrifying sense of national pride and adrenaline.

The stage lights flashed like battle signals as the martial artists moved with lethal precision.

Mira and Owen, clad in striking tactical armor, moved with the commanding presence of generals leading their troops into war.

During their last performance, Mira had only been at a blue-belt level, but she had since leveled up to a red belt.

She executed complex, high-flying moves with effortless grace. With Owen—a formidable martial artist in his own right—fighting alongside her, the routine's intensity and raw power were magnified tenfold.

The thunderous drums and explosive vocals pushed the atmosphere to a fever pitch. The audience could almost hear the roar of warhorses and feel the unyielding resolve of warriors fighting to the bitter end.

It wasn't until the final note faded that the crowd snapped out of their trance.

They realized they were in a modern stadium watching a concert, not standing on a wind-swept, blood-stained battlefield.

Someone in the crowd started clapping, and within seconds, a deafening standing ovation echoed through the venue.

"Lune!"

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