Chapter 61 : Fenrir

The air was thick with tension. 

Fenrir cracked his knuckles, rolling his shoulders as he measured Lumian with sharp, assessing eyes. The first few exchanges had been fast, precise, brutal but there was no mistaking the shift in the air. 

He had expected a challenge, everyone knew of the naked hero who took down Voltstrike 

But this? 

This was different. 

Lumian stood before him, perfectly composed, not a single bead of sweat on his face. Calm. Calculating. Unfazed. 

Fenrir clenched his fists. 

This kid was toying with him. 

Without waiting for another breath, Fenrir lunged forward again. 

A blur of speed and force. 

His fist shot out aimed for Lumian's ribs but Lumian was already moving. 

A slight pivot. A shift of weight. 

The strike whistled through empty space.

And then Lumian countered.