Chapter 90: The Battle between Blood and Bond

The force of their blows sent shockwaves rippling through the air, cracking the ground beneath them. Sparks danced between them as Dexter pushed forward, blade in hand, while Elena countered every strike with terrifying precision.

They were a blur of movement, both impossibly fast, their figures flickering like ghosts in the broken chamber.

Dexter gritted his teeth, his muscles straining as he tried to land a solid hit—but Elena was always a step ahead.

Every swing he took—she dodged.

Every strike he launched—she twisted away from.

She wasn't just faster.

She was reading him.

Elena's eyes gleamed with something cold, something amused.

"You're getting better, big brother." She deflected another strike with the back of her wrist, sending Dexter skidding backward. "Almost like you're finally taking me seriously."