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While the others tore into one another, blades flashing and bodies falling, the figure stayed back—slipping behind stronger fighters, blending into the frenzy.
A coward... or a strategist.
When only five fighters remained, the figure finally moved.
Not to attack but to run.
"It couldn’t be her," King Ralden murmured from the VIP box, eyes narrowing.
Moments later the bell rang.
Three fighters remained.
Then the arena went dark—and all o ...
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