..“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
..Landon had come to understand that Logan was not only a skilled martial artist but also a man of great character and integrity. He had witnessed how Logan carried himself with a good heart, always showing kindness despite the harsh world of martial arts in which they both lived. Logan was strong, not just in his abilities, but in his sense of honor. Out of all the martial artists Landon had encountered in his life, Logan stood out as the most honorable. Even though they had only known each other for a few hours, Landon had quickly realized that Logan had become more than just an acquaintance. Somehow, in that short span of time, they had formed a bond—a friendship. And Landon wasn’t going to let his friend die—not like this, not for no good reason.Determination surged through him as he made his decision. He couldn't just stand by and watch Logan be killed in cold blood. He had to act. Without a second thought, Landon dashed forward toward Hendrix, his intent clear: he was going
..Hendrix delivered his answer to the elder of Ragnarok in the most brutal way possible—by coldly and mercilessly snapping Logan’s neck. The crack echoed through the arena, sending a shockwave of horror and shock to all who watched. “Argggggh!” Landon screamed in fury, his heart seething with rage. He could feel his body burning with the desire for vengeance, every fiber of his being aching to rip Hendrix apart. Yet, the cursed Rope of Restriction still held him in place, rendering him powerless to act.“Calm down, young man,” the elder of Ragnarok said in a steady voice, his tone meant to pacify the situation. “I understand your pain. Believe me, I truly do. But rules are rules. We do not interfere with the duels. If you wish to take revenge, you are free to do so—but only within the established rules of the competition. Wait for your turn to face him. When it is your time, no one will prevent you from enacting whatever vengeance you seek. You can be as ruthless as you wish in you
..“That’s the guy who almost attacked Hendrix just now! It looks like he’s up for the next duel!”“Really? I can’t wait to see how he will perform!” someone exclaimed with enthusiasm.“Hmph! He’s acting so boastful to think he can actually defeat Hendrix. He better defeat his opponent now because it would be a shame if he loses!” another voice chimed in, filled with skepticism.“Yeah, losing will only prove that all his bravado from a few minutes ago was nothing but bluster! I’m sure that’s all it is.”As these discussions swirled around him, Landon and Muzan stood at the center of the stage, the tension palpable in the air.Landon heard the opinions being shared by the crowd, but he chose to ignore them completely. At that moment, he couldn’t care less about what others thought. All that occupied his mind was how he was going to make Hendrix pay for what he had done. Initially, Landon didn’t have anything too personal against Hendrix; he simply wanted to help Ashley. However, Hend