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Chapter 215 - Tournament XVI

Zenith twisted his wrist.

Rhys flew.

He hit the ground and rolled—

once—

twice—

then slammed into a half-destroyed pillar.

He gasped like a dying goat.

Puddle screamed from the stands,

"MASTER!! DON'T TURN INTO A PANCAKE!! I CAN'T REVIVE PANCAKES!!"

Rhys staggered up again, swaying like a broken scarecrow.

Zenith walked toward him, aura rising.

Every step heavier.

Darker.

Sharper.

"Stand," Zenith ordered.

"I AM!" Rhys yelled back. "STOP TELLING ME TO DO THINGS MY BODY IS BARELY DOING!"

Zenith raised his sword for another strike—

But this time—

something shifted.

A small spark.

A faint tremor of power.

A red haze curling around Rhys's fingers.

The blade in his hand throbbed with hungry, ancient force.

Rhys felt the pressure—

His heartbeat syncing with the sword's pulse.

Ba-dum.

Ba-dum.

Ba-dum.

Rhys whispered,

"…Oh no."

Puddle's eyes widened.

"Oh yes."

A ripple tore through the air.

Dark-red light cracked around Rhys's blade—

like a heartbeat of war.

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