Ngwan Le appeared at the far south of the realm.Fretit materialized at the north.The terrain matched Elene’s description perfectly, and the moment Fretit recognized it, confidence surged back into him.“Just as Saint Elene said,” he muttered with certainty. “Now, all I need to do is summon a humanoid projection of myself — transparent, with a wisp of my own power. Enough to injure, not kill.”There was no hesitation. As he stood, there he closed his eyes, and began meditating.The rules of the game realm aided him.The moment his mind visualized an image of himself, the projection peeled away from his body — a spectral Fretit, a perfect double with faint radiant outlines.Fretit grinned.Hidden behind the image, he slipped away. He didn’t need to fight directly — the projection would do that for him.He flew ten miles across forests and cliffs and descended into a concealed opening beneath the earth — the entrance to a cavern sealed by a natural illusion barrier. Normally it would t

The rules of the final game echoed silently in Fretit’s mind:The amount of energy poured into each card determines victory. If Ngwan Le uses more energy than I do, I lose. If I pour more than he does, he loses.Fretit narrowed his eyes at the shimmering energy bar in front of him and slowly began feeding power into it. Ten percent… twenty… thirty… He stopped only when it reached fifty percent. Any more would be reckless — exactly what Ngwan Le was waiting for, surely.He slid his hand across his desk of cards, hovering for a moment… then tapped the second-to-last card.A radiant sigil burst into existence.“Jackpot!” he shouted triumphantly as the card materialized a small stele on the field relm.The stele’s name was called:Armored Mirror PowerIt was perfect — a defensive and counter-offensive masterpiece. Not only did it instantly return to him the energy he used to charge the bar to fifty percent, but from this moment forward:Any attack Ngwan Le unleashed would be reflected dir

Elene did not respond with words at first.She simply bowed her head in silence, unreadable, untouchable.Still even after witnessing Elene’s desperation — her posture, her trembling devotion — Saint Clair still lifted her hand toward Fretit.Power gathered there… enough to crush him into nothing but red mist.The air trembled. Fretit’s knees buckled under the pressure.But just as the Saint’s fingers began to turn in his direction—Elene’s voice broke through.“Please, Your Highness… allow me to discipline him. And if punishment must be dealt, then discipline me in his stead.”She bowed again, forehead to the floor, voice raw and strained.“Your Highness… I mean no disrespect. It is simply that… he will not survive the punishment.”Her left eye drifted toward Fretit, sharp with warning — Atone. Apologize. Do something, before you really die.Saint Clair narrowed her gaze.“How… interesting,” she said softly, dangerously. “You expect me to believe that? If he truly could not bear the c

But after Pain… fierce and searing… spread through every corner of Ngwan Le’s body, he came to his sensesIt wasn’t ordinary pain—not the pain of a simple punch. It was the pain of a body collapsing under a storm of invisible blows. And all of that came from a single strike.He hadn’t even seen her move.One moment she stood before him—silent, composed.The next, her left fist had already stroke his chest.The impact sent him crashing to the ground.“I felt it…” Ngwan Le whispered through clenched teeth. “It was just one strike to my chest… yet my body—my whole body—feels like it received an incalculable number of blows… each one hitting every vital point.”He gritted his teeth and thought bitterly:I know I wasn’t armed with Hand Grip… but even without it—how could I fail to guard myself? What kind of speed was that? I didn’t even have the luxury to react…The suffocating weight of the crowd—the stares, the whispers—all of it vanished from his mind the moment that pain came. He sat o

The young girl folded her arms tightly against her chest and added with quiet certainty,“That’s what Grandpa is always telling us.”As she spoke, images of past moments flashed through her mind.“She never fights with her full strength.”The large man beside her exhaled slowly, cutting through the girl’s enthusiasm.“I understand that… but this time, the opponent she found is far from ordinary. She has to be using her full strength now.”The girl’s expression darkened immediately. Annoyed, she muttered stubbornly,“If Grandpa says she isn’t at full strength, then she isn’t.”The firmness in her voice made the man drop the argument altogether.“Whatever.”Yet inwardly, he couldn’t agree.If even the Lady isn’t able to fully track some of his movements… then this kid’s movement techniques are anything but ordinary. I don’t believe for a second that she’s still holding back.But he would soon realize how wrong he was.Because what unfolded next in the arena shattered his assumptions com