Chapter 295


    vin unleashed a relentless assault. His fists and elbows were a tempest of violence, with straight


    punches, hooks, elbow strikes, wild swings, aerial back kicks, and spinning side kicks. He was like a


    berserker in the throes of rage, his flurry of attacks engulfing Romarn like a fierce storm, leaving no


    chance for retaliation. The sh of theirbat resounded throughout the arena, sending shivers


    down the spines of those who heard it.


    vin dominated the battlefield, mercilessly pummeling Romarn and utterly oppressing him.


    Oda watched from the sidelines, scarcely able to believe that this ferocious warrior was her brother.


    E''s eyes sparkled with excitement; she reveled in vin''s savage grace on the battlefield. He


    seemed even more in his element than during the famed sh of Eight Orders. His wildness was


    tempered with poise, and his silence was belied by his domineering presence. This was strength,


    this was confidence, and this was sheer disdain!


    After hundreds of relentless rounds, vin drove Romarn from the center of the arena to its very


    edge. With a final blow, he shattered Romarn''s energy shield, and his fist crashed into Romarn''s


    forehead. Struck as if by lightning, Romarn''s face contorted, his eyes were rolled back, and saliva


    sprayed from his mouth.


    Romarn flew sideways, crashing into the arena''s stone barricade, which fractured under the impact,


    spewing crimson blood.


    Romarn hit the ground with a bounce, twitching slightly, unable to rise again. Such humiliation was


    unheard of! A brutal beating, through and through.


    Romarn wished to continue the fight, but his towering three-meter frame suddenly deted, his


    consciousness spun, and he slipped into unconsciousness. The ferocity of such a transformation


    was powerful but fleeting, and the aftermath would leave himatose for several days and in


    agony for many more. Romarn would likely be bedridden for the following fortnight.


    Silence fell over the crowd, who were stunned by vin''s barrage of attacks. Such vigor, such a


    spectacle ofbat, was both visually stunning and emotionally rousing for the onlookers.


    The Citadel Protégés suddenly wondered, between Romarn and vin, who was the true beast?


    Thed had been silent throughout the fight, a stark contrast to the tempest of battle he had


    unleashed.


    "Warm-up''s done. Shall we begin?" vin breathed deeply, exhaling slowly. He cast a dismissive


    nce at Marak, his demeanor dripping with contempt. "You think to shame me? I''ll leave you with


    nowhere to hide your disgrace!"


    Marak clenched his fists, and his knuckles popped with rage, utterly loathing vin. vin was


    supposed to have just advanced to Advanced Mage status, so how could he possess such


    formidablebat prowess? And Marak could tell, vin hadn''t even exerted his full strength,


    using at best only half his capabilities. In tormenting Romarn, vin was also indirectly taunting


    Marak. His actions were a p to Marak''s face.


    "Lord vin is too strong!" the Mallister family''s guards cheered excitedly. They had seen vin


    spar with E before, but today''s battle was of apletely different caliber. E''s attacks were


    cunning and elusive. Their sparring was more about strategy and skill, nothing like the unbridled


    ferocity on disy now.


    Carlys was thrilled. The spectacle was breathtaking! She knew vin was strong, but she hadn''t


    anticipated this level of dominance. It was a veritable ughter!


    For over half a year, vin had been a miracle worker, rising from a servant to a renowned figure in


    the Nortnds, but his impressive feats had always been outside of Cobalt Strike. Aside from a few


    like Roald, no one was certain just how powerful vin truly was. Today, they saw with their own


    eyes, and he surpassed all expectations.


    "How about it?" The Citadel Protégés exchanged looks, sensing vin''s formidable strength, which


    was indeed no empty reputation. Who would challenge him? Who was confident they could subdue


    him?


    The once confident youths fell silent. It wasn''t fear, but aparison of their own strength to


    vin''s. They represented the Blessed Citadel; they would not engage unless they could ensure


    victory.


    "Who will face me first?" vin challenged openly.


    First? How many more did he intend to fight? The faces of the Citadel Protégés darkened. Thed


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