Loma commanded with a roar, his voice cracking under the weight of desperation.
Loma: "Everyone! Take down Renzo—attack at once!"
But before he could move, the world constricted.
A shadow loomed behind him.
Strong arms snaked around his neck.
Kael, the head of the Fangs, had him in a rear naked choke.
Loma (thinking): I… can't… breathe…!
Kael's voice slithered into his ear, cold and merciless.
Kael: "If the king falls… the battle is over."
Loma's knees buckled, his vision tunneling. Just as the darkness began to close in—
CRACK!
A punch landed flush against Kael's jaw, ripping him off Loma and slamming him to the ground.
Kael wiped blood from his lip, eyes narrowing.
Kael: "Who—?"
From the haze, a figure stepped forward.
Sylven.
Kael's face twisted.
Kael: "So… it was you. The traitor."
Sylven's eyes burned, sharp as blades.
Sylven: "Traitor? You're not even worth following."
In a blur, Sylven's leg snapped upward.
BANG!
A clean head kick slammed into Kael's temple, the sound echoing like a gunshot. Kael staggered, nearly crumbling—but somehow, his will anchored him.
He wiped the blood from his forehead, smirking through the pain.
Sylven: "Give up."
Kael (hoarse): "I… can't."
Loma screamed, voice breaking against the chaos.
Loma: "RYN! We'll take Renzo together—move!!"
Ryn locked eyes with him, gave a firm nod, and sprinted, determination cutting through the blood-soaked battlefield.
[Back to Darok vs Juro]
The two titans faced each other, their auras clashing like storms colliding. Smoke, pressure, raw violence in the air—it was enough to make weaker men tremble.
Darok launched forward first.
A feint jab. Then—BOOM! A hook crashed against Juro's jaw.
Juro didn't flinch. His counter-hook cut through the air like a hammer.
Darok ducked, surged upward with a vicious uppercut—
CRACK!
But Juro answered instantly, ramming a crushing strike into Darok's core.
Darok stumbled back, coughing, blood splattering from his lips.
Darok (thinking): He's not just muscle… this one's dangerous.
Juro rolled his shoulders, eyes burning with excitement.
Both men's fists tightened, and in unison, their thoughts thundered:
Darok & Juro (thinking): I WON'T LOSE.
The battlefield held its breath as monsters prepared to unleash hell.
Chapter 83 End