Chapter 40: Precise strenght
Author: @zion
last update2025-12-10 20:07:15

The peak of excitement crashed through the arena like a thunderclap as Ngwan Le and the mysterious girl collided once more. Sparks of light burst into the air with every exchange, streaking across the battlefield like falling stars.

This was no ordinary fight.

This was a battle destined to be remembered.

Though the two stood locked in what seemed like a stalemate, the spectacle before the crowd surpassed even their previous clash. Their techniques were the same—yet entirely different. The same moves, refined to terrifying perfection. Their speed of execution had doubled, perhaps tripled, until even trained eyes struggled to follow.

Every time their attacks met—fists colliding, feet smashing together—the air itself shuddered. Shockwaves rippled outward, slamming around the arena. Each impact felt like a strike against the hearts of the spectators.

Minutes passed.

Then the fight reached a level where no one dared to breathe.

Some swore their hearts stopped altogether.

And then—

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