..The second round had finally concluded, but the number of teams that managed to pass through it unscathed were shockingly few. In fact, the total number of teams that emerged victorious from the brutal challenge wasn’t even up to fifteen. This fact alone was a testament to just how ruthless and demanding the second round had been. At the start of the competition, there were eighty-three teams that boldly entered the race, filled with confidence and determination. But now, after facing the sheer difficulty and relentless nature of the second round, only thirteen teams remained standing. To make matters worse, even those teams that survived did not emerge unscathed—many of them had lost one or more members along the way.Not all teams that began the round with a complete roster of five members made it out with the same number. This only served to emphasize how challenging and dangerous the second round had been. The intensity of the battles was such that it took everything the conte
..Thirty minutes passed in the blink of an eye for the martial artists, yet it felt like an eternity. Time has a strange way of playing tricks on the mind. When one wants time to move quickly, it seems to drag painfully slow, and when one wishes for it to slow down, it races ahead uncontrollably. This situation was no different for the exhausted martial artists. Most of them desperately wanted time to move slowly so they could recover as much stamina and energy as possible before the commencement of the third round. Yet, despite their hopes, time seemed to accelerate, ticking away faster than they would have liked, leaving them feeling far from satisfied with the outcome.“Alright! Attention, everyone!” the invigilator's voice boomed through the arena, cutting through the lingering silence. “The thirty-minute break has now officially come to an end. We will be moving on to the highly anticipated third round!” His announcement elicited a deafening wave of cheers and applause from the
..The unexpected declaration rippled through the crowd like a shockwave, sending waves of surprise and confusion across the arena. Before the duel could even commence, Hendrix’s opponent, Jay Williams, had already thrown in the towel, surrendering without so much as raising a fist. The spectators, who had been brimming with anticipation for the intense battle, stood in stunned silence, frozen by the unexpected turn of events. Slowly, the murmurs and whispers began to ripple through the crowd, spreading like wildfire. Some voices expressed disappointment, others understanding, and a few, particularly the more bloodthirsty onlookers, expressed outright fury at being robbed of the spectacle they had come to witness.Jay’s decision, however, was not entirely surprising to those who truly understood the situation. It was a decision born out of pure logic and survival instinct. Hendrix, known throughout the arena as an unstoppable force, was a titan in battle—a force of nature who obliter
..“As expected of Flying Logan, he won so easily! I never imagined he was that strong!” one spectator exclaimed, their voice filled with admiration.“I know, right? I thought Rain had the upper hand in terms of sheer strength, but he lost so utterly!” another chimed in, their disbelief evident.“Well, now I finally understand why Flying Logan is considered one of the top martial artists in this entire competition. His skills are truly on a different level,” someone else added.The crowd buzzed with excitement and awe as they showered Logan with praises, marveling at the ease with which he secured his victory in the third round. He had won his duel without even breaking a sweat, defeating his opponent with an elegance that left everyone astonished. Despite the waves of admiration and recognition flowing his way, Logan didn’t let the adoration go to his head. He simply stepped away from the center of the stage and moved quietly to the corner, distancing himself from the limelight. In
..Everyone was shocked when they witnessed Flynn throw in the towel so abruptly. Even the invigilator stood frozen in place, his expression mirroring the disbelief that rippled through the crowd. Their faces were all painted with the same question, one that hung heavily in the air:Why did Flynn of the Scarlet Justice forfeit the duel?In the world of martial arts, fighters only forfeited duels when they were certain there was absolutely no chance of winning against their opponent. It was a last resort, a mark of humility or, in some cases, fear. The audience had understood when the fighter in the earlier duel against Hendrix had forfeited, recognizing Hendrix’s superior strength. But this? This was entirely unexpected, especially from someone like Flynn, a renowned member of the Scarlet Justice. Flynn was a divine slayer martial artist—a title not given lightly, and a reputation he had earned through sheer power and countless victories. To see him back down like this was baffling.
. . The atmosphere in the arena grew tense as both Logan and Hendrix stepped onto the stage. The air was electric with anticipation, and the crowd erupted into thunderous cheers, their excitement palpable. All eyes were glued to the stage, focused intently on the upcoming duel. This was the moment everyone had been waiting for—the confrontation between two martial arts legends. Both Logan and Hendrix were well-known in the martial arts world, each with their own impressive reputations. However, despite Logan's many notable accomplishments, it was clear to most observers that the odds were heavily stacked against him in this battle. While Logan had certainly achieved great feats, none could compare to the awe-inspiring achievements of Hendrix. The fact that Hendrix had single-handedly faced off against ten million soldiers was enough to strike fear and respect into the hearts of even the most skilled martial artists. From the very beginning of the competition, Hendrix had been nothi
. . “W-what just happened?…” “I don’t kn—“ “My goodness! Bloody hell…” The audience erupted into gasps of shock and murmurs of disbelief as they stared at the outcome of the unfolding scene before them. Each person seemed stunned, their eyes wide with astonishment at what had just taken place on the battlefield. Of all the spectators, the person whose expression showed the most disbelief was none other than Logan himself. “What…?” Logan muttered, his voice barely audible, as his eyes widened in sheer shock. His entire body trembled, and his gaze shuddered as he looked at the impossible sight in front of him—Hendrix, standing effortlessly, his hand casually gripping Logan’s fist in mid-air as if it was nothing. “What a powerful attack…” Hendrix remarked calmly, his voice level and almost bored. “It indeed has the potential to cause an incredible amount of destruction, and it might even win a battle under different circumstances. However, unfortunately for you, it won’t reach me
. . “Is that Flying Logan?! Has he been hiding this level of strength all this time?” one spectator exclaimed, his eyes wide with astonishment. “I don’t know,” another responded, shaking his head in disbelief. “But he looks way stronger, fiercer, and far more intimidating than before. Honestly, after he lost that first confrontation, I thought the match was over for him. But now… maybe I was wrong.” “My goodness! This has really changed the game. Now I’m starting to wonder who’s going to win after all,” a third person chimed in, their voice filled with renewed excitement. “It’s got to be Hendrix, no question!” someone else shouted confidently. “What are you talking about? I’m not so sure about that anymore!” an opposing voice retorted. “Since Flying Logan pulled out this ace from up his sleeve, he might actually be on the verge of winning!” The audience buzzed with excitement, their voices rising in a mix of speculation, disbelief, and enthusiasm. It was obvious that the crowd w