Ross leaned back in his chair, confused, as he watched Jett deflect every attack with ease. His face was twisted in frustration as he turned toward the others at the table. "Why did you say he was weak in the first ce?" he asked, his tone sharp, though he didn''t get a clear answer from anyone. The siblings exchanged awkward nces, clearly unsettled by what they were witnessing.


    Lance shrugged, clearly unimpressed despite Jett''s disy. "I guess he''s...decent," he said with a sigh, not seeming to care much.


    Ross, visibly irritated by Lance''s dismissive attitude, turned his attention to Dana. "Decent? Why did you refuse to invite him to the club in the first ce, Dana?" His question was loaded, his eyes narrowing as he waited for an answer.


    Dana''s response came cold and clipped. "It''s not important, and I''d like to keep it that way."


    Ross wasn''t satisfied with that. "So is it safe to say you''re putting your emotions before the interests of the club?" he pushed. "Because from where I''m sitting, he''s definitely got potential. I bet he''s family is well to do if they were able to nurture him to this point."


    The siblings shook their heads almost in unison, negating his assumption. "You really don''t know anything, do you?" Lana asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I guess that''s to be expected of you."


    Ross clenched his fists, but before he could respond, the action on the arena floor demanded their attention.


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    On the battlefield, Behan, Orpa, and Gleen grew visibly tense as they observed Jett. Their previous confidence had evaporated, reced by an unease that they couldn''t shake. Each movement Jett made, casual yet precise, further solidified that they had severely underestimated him.


    Jett smirked, his confidence unshaken. "I guess if you won''te to me, you won''t mind if Ie to you," he said with a taunting edge to his voice. Without warning, he blitzed toward L, closing the gap between them in the blink of an eye.


    Gleen, sharp in his reflexes, immediately moved to intercept, raising his shield to block the iing blow. Jett''s fist collided with the shield in a resounding crack that echoed through the arena. The force behind the strike sent a ripple of shock through Gleen''s arm, but what startled him more was the subtle crack that appeared on his shield.


    He stared at it, eyes wide. ''He was able to damage my shield with his bare hands? That''s insane.'' His thoughts raced as he struggled toprehend the sheer power behind Jett''s attack. Chapter Discover:


    Behan and Orpa exchanged quick, worried nces. They were no longer just wary of Jett; they were afraid.


    ''Darn, I cracked his shield,'' Jett thought, trying to hide a faint sense of sympathy as his eyes swayed toward Gleen''s damaged defense.


    "He''s going for our mage! Don''t let him get his way," Behan ordered, her voice tense butmanding as she reassessed the situation.


    Orpa, the elf archer, darted closer to Gleen, moving to protect their mage. His attention was now focused on providing cover, leaving Behan to confront Jett alone.


    Jett tilted his head, a smirk creeping onto his face. "Are you sure you want to do that?" he asked casually, almost amused at the situation.


    "Shut up, first year," Behan snapped, her irritation clear as she pounced toward him.


    With a burst of speed, Behan activated her [Razor w] skill, her fingers extending into sharp, deadly ws.


    A secondter, she used [Clone Attack], instantly creating an identical copy of herself. The two versions of Behan charged at Jett, shing and attacking from different angles, doubling the action with precise coordination.


    Jett,pletely unfazed, blocked and dodged with impressive agility. He kept his movements fluid, avoiding not only Behan and her clone but also the projectiles and ranged spells L wasunching toward him. Wind and lightning crackled through the air, but Jett always managed to slip through the chaos, staying one step ahead.


    Behan, growing more frustrated, lunged with her clone, both of them using [Tail Lash] in quick session.


    Their tails whipped through the air, aiming to strike Jett''s legs, followed by a swift rotation into [Spinning ws], a spinning flurry of shes meant to trap him in close range.


    Jett smirked, effortlessly dodging their synchronized attacks. "You should really calm down," he said, his voice dripping with mock concern.


    Both Behans pounced again, their ws aimed to tear into him. But Jett was ready. He dodged the first Behan and caught the arm of the second with a swift movement. The clone Behan snarled, but Jett used her body as a shield, cing her between him and the real Behan just as she shed forward. Behan''s own attack collided with the clone, causing it to dissipate into thin air.


    "Oops," Jett grinned, his eyes glinting with amusement.


    Before the she could recover her bnce, Jett swept her legs out from under her with a quick kick, sending her tumbling to the ground. In one fluid motion, he followed up with a powerful kick that connected with her midsection. Behan went flying through the air, crashing into Gleen''s shield with a loud, resounding impact.


    The force of the blow reverberated through Gleen''s body, causing him to stumble slightly. Behan, winded and struggling to regain her breath, looked up in shock. Jett just stood there, watching with a smug expression, his posture still as rxed as ever.


    "Behan!!!" both Gleen and Orpa shouted in unison, their voices echoing through the arena as they watched their teammate crash into Gleen''s shield with a brutal force.


    The spectators, wide-eyed and mouths agape, were stunned by the disy of skill and raw strength Jett had just shown. Murmurs spread quickly through the crowd, their astonishment evident as they tried to make sense of what they''d just witnessed.


    "Did he even use a single skill yet?" one of the onlookers whispered in disbelief.


    "He''s just toying with them," another student muttered, shaking their head in awe. The arena buzzed with excitement, and even the skeptics were starting to doubt their earlier assumptions about Jett''s abilities.


    "You''re strong, I''ll give you that much," Behan gasped, still struggling to catch her breath after being sent flying. Despite her words, her pride and determination hadn''t faltered.


    Gleen, seeing the condition Behan was in, quickly ced a hand on her shoulder. "[Heal Blessing]," he whispered, his voice filled with focus as a soft, warm glow enveloped her, beginning to mend her wounds. Behan followed up with a [Quick Heal], a skill of her own,yering the healing magic to speed up her recovery even more.


    Behan slowly rose to her feet, still gasping but visibly stronger now. The healing spells had done their job, and though she wasn''t at full strength, she was ready for another round.


    Her eyes narrowed, and her expression hardened with resolve as her body began to change.


    [Feline Transformation]


    She growled, activating the skill that gave her heightened speed, strength, and agility. Her muscles tensed, and her features became more feral: her ears sharper, her eyes glowing with an animalistic intensity, and her ws longer and deadlier.


    "Get ready," Behan warned, her voice carrying a fierce determination. "We won''t be holding back from this point on." She crouched low, ready to strike, her entire posture radiating danger.


    Jett''s smirk only widened. He stood there, calm andposed, as though the esction of the fight was exactly what he had been waiting for.


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    He''s enjoying himself