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Chapter 207 - Tournament VIII

"Great reflexes from Rhys," Dreamer observed. "He's reading Maxwell's movements surprisingly well."

Fate nodded. "But Maxwell's speed advantage is no joke. Once he starts chaining his lightning dashes, Rhys is going to have a harder time keeping up."

Almost on cue, Maxwell vanished in a flash—Lightning Step—reappearing behind Rhys with a burst of heat. A surge of flame spiraled along his sword.

"Here comes the pressure—!"

Maxwell swung.

But Rhys had already anticipated it. He twisted, Mana Shield blooming around him in a thin, translucent arc. Maxwell's flaming strike crashed into it with a loud crack, but it held—barely.

Puddle made her move.

A golden ripple spread from her small form—Gleaming Halo—coating Rhys in a soft radiant glow.

"He's reinforcing already?" Dreamer blinked. "That's early."

"Smart though," Fate replied. "Maxwell hits hard. Better to stabilize now than regret it later."

Rhys didn't waste the extra protection.

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