Veteran or Hacker

With a hiss of hydraulics, Noah's pod slid open.

Kelvin's form blurred and vanished, leaving the arena in his place.

In his hand, Eclipse Blade pulsed—a sleek blade that devoured the surrounding light.

His name floated above his head:

[Shadow Oracle]

Across from him, Ronin stood alone.

ViralPsycho had vanished, leaving Ronin to face Noah one-on-one.

Noah cracked his neck. He wasn't about to fumble this.

'Kelvin took a beating, but he bought me enough time to study their fighting style.'

His gaze locked onto Ronin's posture—the way he held his katana slightly forward, weight shifted onto his back foot.

'Waiting to counter. I see.'

Ronin vanished.

A blur of red and black as he teleported behind Noah.

But Noah was already moving.

He activated Void Blink—

Flickering out of existence—

—And reappearing five feet away, already swinging.