"Tell me I'm dreaming! Tell me I didn't just see White Death block her sword attack with two fingers… and then obliterate her into nothingness with a single punch!" someone shouted, their voice trembling with disbelief as the image of Anya's vanishing form still echoed across the floating screens.
Their hands clutched their head, as if trying to physically force the scene into their mind—force it to make sense.
"You're not dreaming," another said, equally stunned. "I saw it too… every frame, every moment. He caught that terrifying sword strike—Anya's final move—with just two fingers. And then, before she could even react, he shattered her into nothing. No defense, no resistance. She didn't even stand a chance."
The crowd buzzed louder, a chaotic storm of voices rising into the air. "She was a 2-star genius! A 4th level Champion Rank! One of the most brutal talents from Absolute Sword Palace! And yet White Death… just erased her like she didn't even belong on the same battlefield."
