Chapter 151: Award Ceremony
[Instructor's Gallery]
Evelyn Whitehound stared at the replay on her tablet, her usual composure gone.
"He didn't dodge. He didn't block. He… manipulated the manifestation point of the secondary strike? And then severed William's mana flow? That requires… predictive capability and mana control far beyond…".
Alastor Greythorn threw his head back and laughed, a booming sound that filled the gallery.
"THAT'S MY BRAT! HAHAHA! Not just power, not just tricks! Pure, unpredictable, beautiful combat instinct! He turned William's ultimate weapon against him!"
His pride was boundless.
Herald Crimson, watching from his private box, simply smiled, his ancient eyes twinkling. The balance shifts.
[The Arena Floor]
I stood on the platform, the chaotic noise washing over me.
My vision swam slightly. The pain in my shoulder was fading, but the exhaustion was immense.
I had pushed my limits, used unstable power, gambled everything… and won.
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