Underdog's Mocking Technique

The air in the arena crackled with tension as the announcer stepped back, and the fight began. Ivaim's feet shifted lightly in the dirt, his baton resting in his hands.

Garath, on the other hand, stood still, his hulking form unyielding as he gripped his axe with a deadly focus.

The crowd quieted in anticipation, eyes locked on the two fighters.

Garath moved first, swinging his massive axe in a wide arc, aiming to cleave Ivaim in two with a single strike.

The force behind it was enough to stir the air, but Ivaim was already gone.

With a swift activation of [Lucky Leap], Ivaim shot to the side.

His body twisting effortlessly through the air as if gravity itself had forgotten to pull him down.

He landed lightly on his feet, just outside Garath's reach.

The crowd gasped in awe as Garath's axe struck the ground with a deafening thud, sending a shockwave through the arena.