[In the surveillance room]
Everyone watched the screen in silence as William handled Anna with almost careless ease. Her clone technique—her greatest trick—didn't even make him blink. He ignored the fake completely and went straight for the real her.
It… wasn't a fight. Not even close.
Galahad's shoulders slumped in disappointment.
"Telekinesis… and such clean control," Mordred muttered, genuinely impressed.
"That girl was foolish to think a telepath wouldn't see through a clone," Guinevere scoffed, her voice as sharp as ever.
Galahad sighed. "She's good at deception, yes. But one-on-one? She needs work."
Lancelot didn't comment. He had expected this outcome the moment Anna stepped into the arena.
But the next match—this one might be different.
"Your one minute starts now, Lancelot~" Guinevere teased as Lextor stepped forward, his gaze locked on William.
Lancelot only smiled, watching calmly.
If William didn't hold back, this would be over long before a minute passed.
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