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Chapter 202 - Tournament III

Rhys didn't waste a second.

The moment the referee squeaked out the word "begin," he charged forward, feet digging into the cracked arena floor.

Balron looked delighted.

"THAT'S IT! COME AT ME!"

He swung Bloodmaw in a massive arc.

Rhys ducked under the swing by a hair. The wind pressure alone sliced open the ground behind him.

Puddle screamed from the sidelines,

"MASTER DON'T GET CUT IN HALF!!"

Rhys ignored the panic. His focus was razor sharp.

He stepped in and slashed—

SWIFT CUT!

Balron blocked it easily.

"Faster."

Rhys clicked his tongue and slashed again—

VERTICAL SLASH!

Balron parried with a flick of his wrist.

"Harder."

Rhys gritted his teeth.

"Oh come ON—!"

Balron swung again. Rhys jumped back, dust exploding at his feet.

He raised a hand quickly.

MAGIC MISSILE!

A stream of glowing bolts shot toward Balron.

Balron didn't even dodge. He simply laughed and held up Bloodmaw.

The axe's runes flashed—

FWOOM!

The missiles were swallowed into the blade.

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