The illusion around Luna collapsed inward, pressing hard from all directions. Her body jerked uncontrollably as she was thrown into the air, then slammed heavily onto the ground.
A massive black-and-white palm print came crashing down from above, aiming straight for her head.
She looked up and spat a mouthful of blood, anger flashing in her eyes as she twisted her body and narrowly dodged the strike. Even so, the shockwave hurled her across the arena.
Struggling to her feet, Luna wiped the blood from her mouth. Despite the pain, her expression carried a grim, almost beautiful fierceness.
Ezekiel smiled and was about to speak when he too coughed up a mouthful of blood. He staggered back two steps, nearly losing his balance.
His composed demeanor vanished instantly as he cursed under his breath, "Damn it!"
Luna said coldly, "Looks like maintaining The Dragon's Cyclone puts quite a burden on you, too! You can't use The Dragon's Cyclone freely yet, can you? While you did gain the upper hand by relying on Mr. Sloan's secret techniques. But life and death between us? That remains to be seen."
Ezekiel gave a harsh snort. "What, Luna, do you really want a fight to the death? If so, then your Holtrien military would be ganging up on one man. That wouldn't be a challenge anymore, it'd just be dishonorable."
Luna turned and walked away. "Congratulations, you've passed. I concede! You're right, the Holtrien military won't gang up on you! Ezekiel, you have the ability and you've earned my acknowledgment!"
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no update? :-(...
Why there is no update for last two days??...
Brilliant piece of work. I am enjoying the novel. The only problem is that it is taking longer to update more chapters....