Dalen: "Yeah… I'll make sure to end it instantly."
The chain cracked like a whip as he lashed it forward—SNAP! The sound split the battlefield like lightning.
Ryn stepped back, a crooked smile curling on his face.
Ryn: "That's dangerous, you know…"
Dalen: "Damn, well!"
The chain whirled again, slicing the air. Ryn sidestepped and lunged in, but—
CLACK!
The iron links smashed clean into Ryn's shoulder. His teeth clenched from the sting, but his body didn't stop moving. He powered through the pain, fists driving forward.
Dalen's eyes widened—too late. A vicious uppercut exploded against his chin, snapping his head back, followed by a bone-cracking right hook to the jaw.
Dalen: "You little… how dare this punk!"
Fury took him. He lost himself, swinging the chain wildly before wrapping it around Ryn's throat. The links dug into his skin like fangs.
Ryn: "Shit—! Shit!!"
The chain tightened. His breath cut short. His lungs clawed for air, vision trembling, black dots dancing at the edge. The battlefield's chaos dulled, replaced by the deafening thud-thud-thud of his own desperate heartbeat.
Tears welled in his eyes as his knees buckled.
Ryn (thinking): No… I can't… Is this how it ends? Am I really going to die here!?
Dalen leaned close, voice a venomous hiss:
Dalen: "Give up. It's all over."
The words drilled into Ryn's fading consciousness—until—
WHOOSH—CRACK!
In a blink, a savage head kick smashed into Dalen's temple. His grip faltered, the chain slipping loose.
Ryn collapsed to his knees, gasping, sucking in life like fire. Through his blurred vision, he caught the figure that saved him.
Sylven stood there, one leg still lowered from the strike, eyes burning like a predator.
Chapter 75 End