Suryaputra Karna: 10 Million Dharma Critical hits-Chapter 106 - 104: The Trap Springs
The silence shattered.
Not gradually.
Not with warning.
But instantly—
Like a thin layer of stillness breaking under pressure that had already built too far.
The figures moved.
At once.
Not like beasts.
There was no wildness in their motion.
No reckless aggression.
And not like humans either.
There was no hesitation.
No individuality.
No instinct.
They moved with something in between—
Controlled.
Precise.
Unnatural.
Duryodhana stepped forward.
Mace already raised.
His body aligned for combat before the attack even fully began.
There was no hesitation in him.
No doubt.
No fear.
"If it’s a trap—"
A brief pause.
His grip tightened.
"—then we break it."
The first figure lunged.
Fast.
Faster than anything they had faced before.
Its movement cut through the air like a blade—
Direct.
Efficient.
Duryodhana reacted instantly.
His mace swung with full force.
A powerful arc.
The air itself cracked under the pressure of the strike—
But—
The figure twisted. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖
Not clumsily.
Not in panic.
But with precise control.
It avoided the blow by the narrowest margin.
And then—
It countered.
A sharp, calculated strike aimed directly at Duryodhana’s opening.
Duryodhana blocked immediately.
But the moment their forces met—
He felt it.
The weight behind the strike.
Heavier than expected.
More stable.
More controlled.
His stance shifted—
Just slightly.
That was enough.
Two more figures closed in.
From both sides.
Their timing perfect.
Their movements synchronized.
This was not chaos.
This was coordination.
"Careful."
Karna moved.
He did not rush.
Did not charge forward recklessly.
And yet—
He arrived exactly where he needed to be.
He stepped into the gap.
Between Duryodhana—
And the incoming strikes.
His movement was minimal.
Almost effortless.
A slight turn.
A subtle shift of position.
But the effect—
Was absolute.
The attack redirected.
The first figure’s strike missed its intended target.
And instead—
Collided with the second.
The formation broke.
For a moment.
Only a moment.
But enough.
Duryodhana adjusted instantly.
This time—
He did not chase.
Did not swing wildly in retaliation.
He waited.
Observed.
Watched the pattern.
The rhythm.
The sequence behind their movements.
The next attack came.
And this time—
He was ready.
He struck.
Not early.
Not late.
But exactly at the right moment.
The blow landed.
Solid.
Heavy.
The figure staggered backward—
Its balance disrupted.
But—
It did not fall.
Duryodhana’s eyes narrowed.
"They’re stronger."
Karna gave a slight nod.
"And more stable."
A brief pause.
"They’ve improved control."
The realization struck immediately.
This was not repetition of what they had faced before.
This was evolution.
The enemy was learning.
Adapting.
Refining.
More figures emerged.
From behind broken walls.
From shadowed corners.
From places that had seemed empty moments before.
The circle tightened.
They were surrounded.
Duryodhana’s grip tightened further.
A faint grin appeared on his face.
Not from arrogance—
But from challenge.
"Now this looks like a fight."
Karna remained calm.
But his awareness expanded.
Beyond the physical.
Beyond the visible.
The flow around them—
Was different.
Not chaotic.
Not broken like before.
But strained.
Pulled in multiple directions.
Held together by something external.
Something controlling.
But not perfectly.
There were inconsistencies.
Tiny disruptions.
Moments where the control weakened.
Gaps.
Karna stepped slightly to the side.
His voice calm.
"Don’t fight them directly."
Duryodhana glanced at him briefly.
Even in the middle of battle—
He listened.
"Then what?"
"Break their connection."
The words were simple.
Clear.
Direct.
Duryodhana smirked slightly.
"Simple to say."
Karna did not reply.
Because this was not something that needed explanation.
Only execution.
The figures attacked again.
This time—
Together.
A coordinated assault.
Multiple angles.
Multiple timings.
Designed to overwhelm.
Duryodhana moved.
But differently now.
Not aggressively.
Not blindly.
He waited.
Watched.
Tracked their movements.
Not as individual enemies—
But as a system.
There.
A pattern.
A center.
And then—
He struck.
Not at the closest figure.
Not at the one attacking him.
But at the one—
Whose movement guided the others.
The blow landed hard.
Direct.
The figure staggered.
And instantly—
The others faltered.
Just slightly.
But it was there.
Their coordination slipped.
Their timing broke.
Their unity weakened.
Duryodhana’s eyes sharpened.
"That’s it."
He moved again.
Now with purpose.
With understanding.
He no longer targeted bodies.
No longer aimed for strength.
He targeted control.
Each strike disrupted something deeper.
Something unseen.
Karna watched silently.
Observing.
Measuring.
Because this—
Was growth.
Not taught.
Not forced.
Earned.
The figures became unstable.
Their movements less precise.
Less synchronized.
The invisible threads that bound them—
Strained.
Pulled too tight.
Karna stepped forward.
Now—
He moved.
Not to fight.
But to finish.
A single motion.
A shift in stance.
A controlled release of intent.
The flow around them responded.
The tension snapped.
The connections—
Broke.
Not violently.
Not explosively.
But completely.
The figures froze.
Mid-motion.
Mid-attack.
Then—
One by one—
They collapsed.
Silence returned.
Heavy.
Still.
Final.
Duryodhana stood where he was.
Breathing steady.
Looking around at the fallen forms.
At what had once been threats—
Now reduced to lifeless shells.
Then he turned slightly toward Karna.
"This..."
A pause.
"...is getting dangerous."
Karna nodded once.
"Yes."
A brief silence followed.
But it did not last.
From beyond the village—
A faint sound emerged.
Not movement.
Not an attack.
Something else.
Low.
Distant.
But intentional.
A signal.
Karna’s gaze shifted instantly toward its source.
"They’re retreating."
Duryodhana frowned slightly.
His grip did not loosen.
"Or calling more."
The tension returned.
Not as immediate danger—
But as awareness.
Because this—
Was not over.
Not even close.
The trap had been broken.
But the ones who set it—
Were still out there.
Watching.
Learning.
Adjusting.
And now—
They knew.
The seekers had arrived.
And far away—
Beyond sight.
Beyond reach.
A hidden force began to move.
Plans shifted.
Strategies evolved.
Responses formed.
Because the game—
Had only just begun.
And both sides—
Were now playing.
Author Note
If you are enjoying Suryaputra Karna: 10 Million Dharma Critical Hits, please support the novel.
Give Power Stones, Golden Tickets, and share your thoughts in the comments.
Enemy evolution confirmed → controlled humansDuryodhana improving (targeting control)
Next: chase / deeper encounter / maybe mastermind hint
