Revenant's Slaughter: The Reaper System

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The spectating crowd were still in a pin drop silence, the eruption of cheers and jeers, never came. Instead, a bewildered hush settled over the spectators, broken only by the rhythmic thuds of distant duels echoing from other corners of the arena. Atticus surveyed the scene with a practiced calmness. He hadn't anticipated such an abrupt end to the fight as he had limited his strength and didn't even use spirit qi, but the outcome, while surprising to others, was within his expectations.

Slowly, he picked up Fang's fallen axe, the polished metal gleaming faintly in the dim light filtering through the grimy windows lining the arena walls.

The fight wasn't exactly top tier or tasking but a sense of calm satisfaction still washed over him. He had secured the Nightshade essence which was always his anyway, and more importantly, he was about to get more spirit stones from the compensation that Fang was supposed to put down.

The alchemist, finally regaining his composure, shuffled towards