Sylvara's Rebirth A New Dawn for Abel novel Chapter 345

Chapter 345 I Already Gave You a Chance

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Sylvara’s hand tightened slightly on the hilt of the saber as she calmly scanned the room. The first slap from afar-she had delivered that herself.

But the second? She hadn’t moved. Who, in full view of everyone and under the bright lights, could use sheer mental energy to strike someone from a distance-and hit that hard?

“I gave you a chance. You didn’t take it, so don’t blame me now,” Sylvara said, standing tall on the stage. Her hand slid down the hilt as she gripped the saber with both hands, raising it toward the two men-the one blinded and the one whose face had just been struck.

“Wait!” the blinded man croaked, clutching his eye and struggling against the pain. “You want an apology? Fine, I’ll go up there and apologize.”

Sylvara’s saber rang sharply against the floor, sparks flying.

She raised an eyebrow. “Good. Both of you, then.”

The blinded man and the other man, battered and trembling under the sheer pressure, staggered onto the stage.

As soon as they arrived, the blinded man, ignoring the pain in his eye, pulled a pistol from a hidden compartment and fired at Sylvara. “Die, you witch!”

The bullet shot forward like a meteor.

Blake braced herself on the armrest and leapt to her feet, but Agares had moved beside her, pressing her hand down. Calmly, he said, “General Kenobia, everyone has their own limits. She has hers. If she stands firm, she can handle a sneak attack.”

Blake snapped her head around. “What? That weakling tried to shoot my daughter in the head with a VK ion pistol!”

Agares’ lips curved in the faintest smile. “General Kenobia, have faith in your daughter. It’s just an ion pistol. The one getting shot will be the attacker, not her.”

“What…”

Before Blake could finish, they heard a loud bang.

The bullet struck Sylvara’s saber, sparks flying.

With a slight flick of her wrist, she deflected it. “You are overestimating yourself.”

Clang! The saber remained unscathed. The bullet ricocheted back, striking the shooter squarely in the forehead.

The provocateur’s own shot rebounded, delivering a reverse headshot. He collapsed onto the stage with a thud, blood soaking the auction floor. He was dead.

The shooter’s friend-the man with the swollen cheek-saw this and his pupils constricted, his legs going weak. He dropped to his knees and begged, “I was wrong! Everything you say is right! Please don’t kill me!”

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Chapter 345 I Already Gave You a Chance

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Sylvara approached, the saber radiating an even heavier aura than before, dripping with menace.

The entire auction hall held its breath. Anyone trying to resist with mental energy felt completely suppressed, powerless against the invisible force emanating from the blade.

“I already gave you a chance,” Sylvara said, stopping before the kneeling man. She raised the saber, tip hovering over his neck. “You didn’t take it, and you provoked me first. According to Troya Empire law, the provocateur bears full responsibility if they strike first. I’m only defending myself.”

“No-”

Before he could finish, Sylvara flicked the saber upward, cutting through his throat. Blood spurted instantly. “There’s no ‘no. This is your doing.”

His eyes widened in horror as he tried to clutch his neck, but it was too late. His body collapsed lifelessly onto the stage.

Sylvara shook the saber, and the blood on the tip was absorbed instantly, the cold gleam intensifying.

The aura of death and the metallic scent thickened.

She lifted her eyes, cold and merciless, scanning the room. “Is there anyone else who thinks I’m wrong? Step forward and correct me. I’ll listen and change my behavior.”

No one could even summon mental energy. No one dared speak. They just wanted her off the stage, but none could voice it.

“None? Good. Then I won’t keep you from the next lot,” Sylvara said, sheathing her aura in calm as she strode toward Phil.

The saber’s presence pressed down so heavily that Phil gasped for air. “Ms. Feywin… could… could you put the saber away?”

Sylvara glanced at her old ally, then at the Smokewillow encased in its display. “I’d love to put it away, but there’s no scabbard, is there? Should I bring it downstairs and wait for you?”

Phil nodded frantically, pale and trembling under the weight of her aura. “Yes, yes, please.”

Under the watch of over a hundred thousand spectators, Sylvara boldly lifted the Smokewillow itself, holding it firmly.

Phil, still staggered under the saber’s aura, paled completely. “Ms. Feywin … this … this is …”

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