Chapter Twenty: The End of the Battle of Honor
As both warriors clashed, neither managed to gain the upper hand. Their strikes were sharp, their movements a blur—like lightning rumbling through the sky.
Suddenly, Maxim struck with his sword, aiming straight at Lynix. But Lynix blocked the attack just in time. Without warning, Maxim let out a shockwave of energy from his body, sending Lynix flying backward.
Yet, Lynix rose with no hesitation. Without a single breath wasted, he charged again, faster than before.
Only a few students in the crowd could follow their movements. They were moving faster than the eye could track, like gods waging war above mortal understanding.
Both launched their attacks at once—clashing with a thunderous roar.
That's when Lynix leapt back, raised his hand high into the air, and shouted:
"DOMAIN OF THE SWORDS!"
In an instant, the entire arena was engulfed in glowing crimson-red energy swords suspended in the air—each humming with deadly intent.
Without delay, Lynix pointed toward Maxim and commanded the swords to strike.
The energy-forged blades surged toward Maxim like a storm.
But Maxim didn't flinch.
He planted his feet firmly on the ground and bellowed:
"DOMAIN OF DECAY: DARK GRAVEYARD!"
Darkness swallowed the arena. The crowd could no longer see anything.
From the shadows, thousands of decaying hands erupted from the ground, shielding Maxim from the raining blades—some of the hands even clawing their way toward Lynix.
The two unleashed every last ounce of strength in their final attacks.
And then—BOOM!
A massive eruption shook the arena.
When the smoke cleared... Lynix stood tall, his body battered, but victorious.
He was holding the unconscious body of Maxim in his arms.
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End of Chapter Twenty
Yo guys, it's me—the Tormentor of Peace!
What did you think of the chapter? Yeah, I know it's short, but I was in a bit of a rush today. Don't worry, tomorrow's chapter will hit way harder.
Let me know what you think—and stay chaotic.
Peace out... or maybe not...
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