Chapter 104: Fatal Evasion and Ring-Out
Author: Orange
last update2026-08-24 12:10:43

The air in the Grand Arena felt frozen solid. Thousands of eyes were locked onto the two figures standing face-to-face: Viktor Ironforge, a giant dripping with a blood aura and rage, and Kaelen, a slender youth clutching a cracked sword as if it were his very life.

To the spectators, Kaelen's stance looked strange. He took no combat posture. He didn't point his blade toward his opponent. Instead, he bent his knees slightly, shielding the cracked steel blade with his chest while his eyes tracked
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