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MARCH THROUGH FIRE
Chapter 150 – March Through FireBecause the God of War was not done.The streets leading toward Victor Wu’s tower burned like veins lit from within. Flames crawled over collapsed roofs, glass shattered beneath bootsteps, and every corner whispered danger. The city was broken, but it wasn’t finished - yet neither was Ares.He walked first. Not because he wanted to lead, but because he couldn’t do anything else. The weight in his chest demanded forward motion. Behind him, Reyes dragged one leg, refusing to admit how much blood he had lost. Hawk limped too, though he masked it with his sharp grin and rough jokes. And behind them, Mira carried Elijah close, the boy’s face pressed against her shoulder.Every step forward was defiance. Every breath, stolen from the jaws of death.The Resistance fighters who had survived the earlier clash began to reappear - men and women crawling out from alleys, pulling themselves from the wreckage. Some had bloodied bandages, some had no weapons left but
THE WEIGHT OF VENGEANCE
“And the God of War was not done.”The words didn’t echo like some grand speech - they landed heavier than that. Like stone dropped into still water, sending ripples through every broken man who could still hear. Smoke clung to the air, thick and sour, choking the lungs. Blood steamed where it met the colder patches of ground. And there he stood, not stumbling, not bowing, but steady - scarred, breathing hard, eyes burning with that dark promise.Somewhere in the back, a soldier whimpered. He didn’t even know he had spoken aloud until his neighbor glanced at him in disgust. But they all felt it. They were looking at a man who refused to die, who had already clawed his way back from exile, betrayal, loss. A man like that… he wasn’t fighting only with his body. He was fighting with something they couldn’t touch.Boots slammed against the stone as another squad surged forward. Twenty men, maybe thirty, their weapons catching what little light the burning rooftops offered. They weren’t br
WHEN THE WARLORD STUMBLES
The fight had dragged past reason. Past flesh. Past pride.It was only will now - two men grinding themselves down to bone and nerve while the city stood frozen around them.The crowd didn’t breathe. It was as if Lin City itself had turned to stone, waiting to see which god would break first.And then it happened.Not with a roar. Not with lightning. With a stumble.Victor Wu’s leg gave out, just a little, but enough. The torn muscle in his thigh screamed louder than his pride, and his knee dipped before he caught himself. It was a crack, small but there, plain for every pair of eyes to see.Gasps tore through the square. Wu loyalists swore under their breath. Resistance fighters leaned forward, fists clenching. Mira’s nails dug into the wood of the railing as if she could keep Ares standing with her grip alone.Ares saw it. Even through blood in his eyes, through the fog of pain trying to drag him down, he saw it.And he moved.No words, just a guttural roar that ripped from deep in
THE CRACKS IN STEEL
But not yet.Not tonight.Not while two men bled to prove the city’s fate.The square was a graveyard of silence and gasps, broken only by the crash of steel against steel, the grunts of exertion, and the soft patter of blood dripping to stone. Every soul watching could feel it - the fight had crossed into something beyond flesh, beyond even vengeance. This was two wills colliding until only one would remain.Ares’s vision blurred at the edges. His body screamed in revolt. His shoulder burned like fire where Victor’s blade had punched through muscle. His waist was slick with blood. He could taste iron every time he swallowed. Yet his legs still obeyed him. His arm still lifted his blade. His will remained unbroken.Victor Wu looked no less battered. His thigh bled freely, staining the flagstones in a widening pool. His shirt was ripped and dark with sweat. His breath came like a bellows, ragged and sharp. But his eyes still burned - mad, defiant, unwilling to concede.The duel dragged
BLOOD FOR BLOOD
And all of Lin City holding its breath to see which one would break first...The silence shattered with steel. Ares drove forward, his blade crashing against Victor Wu’s saber in a spray of sparks. The impact rang out across the square like a bell tolling for the damned. Neither man yielded. Neither stepped back.The square became a furnace - heat, rage, and blood hammering into the night.Victor twisted, his wrist snapping down with brutal precision. Ares met him, their blades grinding, the screech sharp enough to make teeth ache. Sweat poured down their faces, but neither blinked. This wasn’t just a fight. It was judgment.“Fall, damn you!” Victor snarled, spittle flying. His eyes burned with a madness only cornered power can summon - the terror of losing everything.Ares said nothing. His silence was heavier than any insult. His breathing came ragged, but steady. His blade spoke for him - driving, parrying, striking again and again with an iron will that would not break.Blood stre
WHEN THE CITY WATCHED
Because neither could imagine a world where the other lived.Their bodies were wrecks now. Their fists, once weapons, had turned into sledgehammers of bone and blood. Each swing came slower, but every one carried the weight of everything they’d lost, everything they refused to surrender.Ares’s knuckles split deeper, skin peeling back to raw flesh. Victor’s brow poured blood into his eyes, staining his vision red. Still they swung. Still they connected. And the sound - meat on bone, bone on bone - echoed down the hollow boulevard....The crowd had grown. Not just stragglers now. People came out of shuttered windows, out of ruined shops, from the alleys. Lin City’s forgotten, the ones who had lived under Wu’s shadow for decades, gathered silently.They didn’t shout. They didn’t cheer. They just watched, their breaths held as if speaking might break the spell.For years, Victor Wu had been untouchable, a god in a tower. Now they saw him bled down to a man. For years, Ares had been whis
