"Finish him!" Jean roared.
Instantly, Elleven found Windchaser's opening in his flurry of attacks.
He didn't use any fancy moves, the air around him wasn't piercing either. However, the speed at which he had struck with his knife was equally as fast and merciless as the previous match.
This time, Elleven's knife had found its way to Windchaser's neck once more, just like the previous time.
In that instant, Windchaser's forehead beaded with cold sweat.
Elleven had used the same, singular move to tether him at the edge of death.
Other than when he was up against that certain organization, he had never experienced such humiliation.
How was this possible?
He was so confident with his speed and move. Other than his mentor, no one else was a match for him in the entire Crimson Clan.
How could he lose to a nobody?
This time, those who were boldly cheering for Windchaser stopped their cheering abruptly. It was like someone had caught them in a chokehold, causing them to not be able to make a sound.
Jean, who was full of hope that her hero would win, was so shocked that her features were contorted. When paired with the specially curated makeup she had worn, she looked exactly like a witch from hell
Renee and the rest who were very confident about Windchaser were all dumbfounded.
Silence swept through the entire place.
No matter if they could accept or not, Windchaser had lost once more. He was the one who had attacked first and was then defeated in a second. It was even more humiliating than the previous time.
"Elleven, didn't that old man ask for you to follow the rules just now? Why are you still doing a sneak attack?"
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