Untold chronicles of power

Chapter hundred Twenty

Sophia could feel the tension in the air, a palpable energy that crackled with the promise of violence and bloodshed.

As the battle raged on, Sophia could see the toll it was taking on both combatants.

Sweat glistened on their brow as they exchanged blows, their movements growing slower and more labored with each passing moment.

But even as fatigue threatened to overtake them, neither JD nor Martin showed any signs of backing down as they fought tooth and nail for supremacy in the deadly arena of the Conclave.

With a sudden surge of adrenaline, JD launched a flurry of kicks and punches at Martin, his movements a blur of motion as he pressed the attack.

Martin, caught off guard by the ferocity of the assault, stumbled backward, his defenses faltering under the relentless onslaught.

Seizing the opportunity, JD pressed his advantage, his blows raining down on Martin with brutal efficiency.

With each strike, Sophia winced, her heart aching with the knowledge that she was witnessing