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Chapter 272: v3 - 33: the challengers VII · Oct 27, 2026

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251 Chapter 251: v3 - 12: training grounds I 2026-10-27
252 Chapter 252: v3 - 13: training grounds II 2026-10-27
253 Chapter 253: v3 - 14: training grounds III 2026-10-27
254 Chapter 254: v4 - 15: Training grounds IV 2026-10-27
255 Chapter 255: v3 - 16: the first duel I 2026-10-27
256 Chapter 256: v3- - 17: the first duel II 2026-10-27
257 Chapter 257: v3 - 18: the first duel III 2026-10-27
258 Chapter 258: v3 - 19: the first duel IV 2026-10-27
259 Chapter 259: v3 - 20: the first duel V 2026-10-27
260 Chapter 260: v3 - 21: the first duel VI 2026-10-27
261 Chapter 261: v3 - 22:First duel’s aftermath 2026-10-27
262 Chapter 262: v3 - 23: changing seasons 2026-10-27
263 Chapter 263: v3 - 24: unexpected guests I 2026-10-27
264 Chapter 264: v3 - 25: unexpected guests II 2026-10-27
265 Chapter 265: v3 - 26: challenged 2026-10-27
266 Chapter 266: v3 - 27: the challengers I 2026-10-27
267 Chapter 267: v3 - 28: the challengers II 2026-10-27
268 Chapter 268: v3 - 29: the challengers III 2026-10-27
269 Chapter 269: v3 - 30: the challengers IV 2026-10-27
270 Chapter 270: v3 - 31: the challengers V 2026-10-27
271 Chapter 271: v3 - 32: the challengers VI 2026-10-27
272 Chapter 272: v3 - 33: the challengers VII 2026-10-27
273 Chapter 273: v3 - 34: a gamble I 2026-10-27
274 Chapter 274: v3 - 35: a gamble II 2026-10-27
275 Chapter 275: v3 - 36: the first recruit 2026-10-27
276 Chapter 276: v3 - 37: a way forward I 2026-10-27
277 Chapter 277: v3 - 38: a way forward II 2026-10-27
278 Chapter 278: v3 - 39: a way forward III 2026-10-27
279 Chapter 279: v3 - 40: a new beginning I 2026-10-27
280 Chapter 280: v3 - 41: a new beginning II 2026-10-27
281 Chapter 281: v3 - 42: a new beginning III 2026-10-27
282 Chapter 282: v3 - 43: a new beginning IV 2026-10-27
283 Chapter 283: v3 - 44: a new beginning V 2026-10-27
284 Chapter 284: v3 - 45: a new beginning VI 2026-10-27
285 Chapter 285: v3 - 46: Count Carlo of Almery I 2026-10-27
286 Chapter 286: v3 - 47: count carlo of almery II 2026-10-27
287 Chapter 287: v3 - 48: count carlo of almery III 2026-10-27
288 Chapter 288: v3 - 49: His first appearance I 2026-10-27
289 Chapter 289: v3 - 50: His first appearance II 2026-10-27
290 Chapter 290: v3 - 51: years in passing 2026-10-27
291 Chapter 291: v3 - 52: the final six months 2026-10-27
292 Chapter 292: v3 - 53: securing the crown 2026-10-27
293 Chapter 293: v3 - 54: the rewards of victory I 2026-10-27
294 Chapter 294: v3 - 55: the rewards of victory II 2026-10-27
295 Chapter 295: v3 - 56: the truth I 2026-10-27
296 Chapter 296: v3 - 57: the truth II 2026-10-27
297 Chapter 297: v3 - 58: the truth III 2026-10-27
298 Chapter 298: v3 - 59: the road home I 2026-10-27
299 Chapter 299: v3 - 60: the road home II 2026-10-27
300 Chapter 300: v4- - 1: the life she had chosen I 2026-10-27

Chapter 272: v3 Chapter 33: the challengers VII

Something had changed.

Lorenz noticed it before he understood what he was seeing.

He had been leaning back in his seat only moments earlier.

Now he was standing.

His eyes remained fixed on the Arena below.

”What was that?”

The man beside him followed his gaze.

Lorenz barely heard him.

He was watching Cassian.

The fighter’s stance had changed.

It was subtle.

A slight adjustment of the feet.

A different distribution of weight.

A change in the position of the sword.

Yet somehow, it looked familiar.

Lorenz frowned.

He had seen that stance before.

Or something like it.

He couldn’t remember where.

Below, Marcus had noticed it too.

His eyes narrowed.

The man in front of him was no longer fighting like an Arena fighter.

That much was immediately clear.

Marcus advanced.

Cassian met him.

Their swords collided.

The sound cracked across the Arena.

This time, Cassian did not retreat.

He turned the blade aside.

Stepped in.

Struck.

Marcus blocked.

Cassian changed direction.

Marcus followed.

Another exchange.

Then another.

The crowd fell strangely quiet.

The spectacle they had been cheering moments earlier had changed.

This was no longer a skilled challenger dominating an Arena fighter.

It was something else.

The two men moved almost too quickly for the spectators to follow.

Marcus struck.

Cassian parried.

Cassian countered.

Marcus deflected.

Their blades met again.

The crowd began to murmur.

Robert stared.

”What the hell...”

Alex looked at him.

Robert didn’t answer.

He was watching Cassian.

This was not the Cassian they had seen in the Arena.

Not entirely.

Cassian stepped forward.

Marcus blocked.

Cassian rotated his wrist and redirected the blade.

Marcus barely avoided the follow-up strike.

The crowd erupted.

Lorenz leaned forward.

Marcus had been in control only moments earlier.

Now he was being forced to react.

But Marcus was not a man easily pushed aside.

He adjusted.

His next attack came faster.

Cassian blocked.

Marcus struck again.

Cassian turned.

The blade skimmed past his shoulder.

Cassian countered.

Marcus stepped back.

For the first time, the fight was even.

No one in the Arena could tell who would win.

The crowd began cheering for both men.

Every clash of steel brought another roar.

Cassian heard none of it.

He had entered somewhere deeper.

His breathing slowed.

His body moved before thought could interfere.

Marcus attacked.

Cassian blocked.

The force traveled through his arm.

Cassian stepped back.

Marcus followed.

A thrust.

Cassian turned aside.

A cut.

He ducked.

Another.

He caught it.

Their swords locked.

Marcus pushed.

Cassian resisted.

For several seconds, neither moved.

Then Marcus broke the bind.

His sword came around.

Cassian twisted.

The blade cut across his side.

Pain flashed through him.

Cassian stepped away.

Blood soaked into his clothing.

Marcus advanced.

Cassian attacked first.

Their swords collided.

Again.

Marcus was no longer testing him.

Neither was Cassian.

Every strike carried intent.

Every opening was real.

Every mistake could end the fight.

Lorenz watched from above.

He had stopped smiling.

His eyes followed every movement.

Marcus was giving everything he had.

And the Arena fighter was still standing.

The crowd had become almost deafening.

”Come on!”

”Get him!”

”Three-Nineteen!”

Robert shouted louder than anyone around him.

”Come on, Carlo!”

Cassian drove forward.

Marcus blocked.

Cassian struck again.

Marcus parried.

Marcus countered.

Cassian barely avoided the blade.

He felt the wind of it against his cheek.

He stepped inside.

Marcus’s elbow caught him in the chest.

Cassian staggered.

Marcus raised his sword.

Cassian moved.

The blade struck the ground.

Cassian attacked.

Marcus twisted.

Their shoulders collided.

Both men stumbled.

Cassian recovered first.

He swung.

Marcus blocked.

The impact forced him back.

One step.

Two.

Marcus regained his balance.

Then attacked again.

Cassian met him.

The fight became a blur.

Sword against sword.

Step against step.

Neither man willing to yield.

Marcus was technically cleaner.

His movements remained controlled even as exhaustion began to show.

Cassian was rougher.

Less predictable.

He made movements that shouldn’t have worked.

He recovered from positions that should have been lost.

He fought through pain without allowing it to dictate his actions.

Because the Arena had taught him something Marcus had never needed to learn in quite the same way.

Never stop.

Never assume the fight is over.

Never give your opponent the moment he needs.

Marcus struck.

Cassian blocked.

The force nearly broke his guard.

Cassian stumbled.

Marcus moved in for the finishing blow.

Cassian’s body reacted before his mind did.

He stepped toward the attack instead of away from it.

The blade passed beside him.

Cassian caught Marcus’s wrist.

Marcus tried to pull free.

Cassian twisted.

Marcus struck with his free hand.

Cassian took the blow.

His grip tightened.

He drove forward.

Their bodies collided.

Marcus lost his footing.

Only for a moment.

But Cassian had learned never to waste a moment.

He hooked Marcus’s leg.

The two men fell.

Marcus rolled immediately.

Cassian followed.

Marcus reached for his sword.

Cassian knocked it away.

Marcus struck him across the jaw.

Cassian reeled.

Marcus lunged for the weapon.

Cassian caught his arm.

They struggled in the sand.

The crowd was screaming.

Cassian’s fingers tightened around Marcus’s wrist.

Marcus tried to break free.

Cassian refused.

The strength in his arms was failing.

His wounds were burning.

His lungs felt raw.

But something inside him refused to let go.

Not thought.

Not strategy.

Instinct.

The same instinct that had kept him alive through hundreds of fights.

The instinct that had told him when to move, when to strike, when to endure.

Marcus managed to wrench himself halfway free.

His hand reached for his sword.

Cassian saw it.

He moved.

His knee pinned Marcus’s arm.

His hand closed around the sword first.

He pulled it away.

Marcus froze.

Cassian rose.

Marcus tried to stand.

Cassian’s blade was already there.

Against his throat.

Silence fell over the Arena.

For a moment, neither man moved.

Marcus looked up at him.

Cassian was barely standing.

Blood ran down his side.

His breathing was ragged.

His sword arm trembled.

But his blade remained steady enough.

Marcus stared at him.

Then slowly raised one hand.

”I yield.”

The Arena exploded.

The sound seemed to shake the entire structure.

Cassian lowered his sword.

He stood there for several seconds, trying to catch his breath.

Across the Arena, Robert was shouting.

Alex had a stunned expression on his face.

Even the other challengers had gone still.

Above them, Lorenz remained standing.

He stared down at the Arena.

Then at Marcus.

His most trusted guard had lost.

Not to a stronger man.

Not to a faster man.

To a fighter who had simply refused to stop.

Lorenz’s expression slowly changed.

A smile appeared.

Not the careless grin he had worn earlier.

Something more thoughtful.

More intrigued.

Below, Cassian finally lowered his sword.

He had won.

And somewhere above him, someone important had been watching.

He didn’t know who.

Not yet.

But for the first time since entering the Arena, Cassian had allowed the world to see what he could truly do.

Tbc

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