Zane faced his opponent, calm and poised, his sword gleaming under the virtual sun. Before the woman could even react, his blade was already buried in her stomach. Her eyes widened in shock as her health bar plummeted by half.
The arena fell into stunned silence at the newcomer's move. Then, a roar of cheers erupted from the crowd.
"I surrender," the woman said, her face downcast, hiding her expression. She nodded to Zane, who turned his back and began walking off the stage. Just as he did, he felt a disturbance in the air. Without looking back, he swung his sword backward, striking her throat with accuracy. She logged off instantly before she could even blink.
The crowd's cheers turned into gasps of shock. Unfazed, Zane left the stage. His eyes caught Cyra's figure, and his steps quickened. Under the gaze of the crowd, he hugged her tightly.