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Mako Nakagawa gritted her teeth, trying to lift the knife once more. Her shoulders throbbed painfully from the twin blades embedded in them, and her right arm trembled uncontrollably, yet her eyes burned with unyielding fury. Just as she braced herself against the excruciating pain to swing the knife, Sano Kagehisa appeared like a wraith, closing in on her in an instant.
With a swift and precise palm strike, he struck her chin, the force so great that Mako's head snapped back violently. Her body flew backward like a kite with its string cut, crashing heavily onto the ground several meters away.
The impact drove the blades deeper into her shoulder, producing a sickening metallic screech. Blood gushed from the wound, soaking her armor and pooling on the ground in a vivid crimson stain.
"Ahhh!" Mako couldn't help but let out a pained scream, her voice laced with intense anger and despair. The alert tones of her Brain-Computer became unbearably shrill in her mind, red warning indicators flashing incessantly, signaling that her body's functions had reached their limits, while data regarding her shoulder injury flickered rapidly in her vision.
Sano Kagehisa remained vigilant, standing before Mako with a cold gaze. His hands hung casually at his sides, yet radiated an oppressive sense of readiness. He glanced at Mako lying on the ground before bending down and without hesitation, kicked her hand holding the knife.
The weapon flew several meters away under his force, landing heavily with a dull thud. Mako lost her weapon and struggled to rise, but the wound on her back and her weakened limbs forced her to grit her teeth and endure.
Sano Kagehisa slowly assumed a signature stance, holding the twin blades with their tips angled toward the ground, his body slightly leaning forward like a leopard poised to strike. He did not advance further but coldly regarded Mako as if to say, "You can fight no more."
The audience held their breath in silence; aside from Mako's heavy breathing, no one dared to make a sound. The woman from West Side looked pale, fists clenched tightly with worry in her eyes. Meanwhile, the Eastern Man wore a faint smile, shaking his head lightly as if mocking Yang Chuan's recklessness.
Sano Kagehisa's gaze was stern; the cold glint of his blades seemed to reflect everyone's fear and respect in the arena. He exerted absolute control over his opponent but made no further moves, as if waiting for Mako's final choice.
Mako clenched her jaw tightly; blood trickled from the corner of her mouth as she trembled under the torment of pain. Her weapons had been kicked away, and the wounds on her body were gruesome to behold, yet there was no sign of surrender in her eyes. Her breath came in rapid gasps as she clenched her fists tightly, resisting not only physical pain but also the weight of humiliation pressing down on her.
"The name of Yang Chuan... the honor of Flame Blade Style... I cannot bow my head here!" Mako's low growl was filled with defiance and rage. Her hands gripped the ground fiercely, nails digging into the earth as she summoned all her strength to push herself up. In that moment of roaring defiance, she ignited like a flame; an intense wave of heat erupted from within her.
The air began to warp around her as if flames were consuming everything nearby into shapelessness. The twin blades embedded in her shoulder were forcibly expelled by this surging energy with a piercing metallic sound before crashing heavily onto the ground. Flames spread from her body with each roar of anger as if crowning her fury. A scarlet glow enveloped her form; these flames were no ordinary fire but rather a scorching inferno emerging from the depths of hell itself.
Sano Kagehisa stood opposite her, his brow furrowing instantly. He glared at her coldly, a flicker of complex emotions flashing in his eyes before he shouted, "Enough! This is the Flame Blade Style! This is just a duel to the point, have you forgotten? This is about honor, not a battlefield!"
However, Mako Nakagawa did not respond to his words. She seemed completely immersed in her own fury, her body swaying slightly as her legs trembled yet stubbornly held firm. Flames swirled around her as she slowly raised her hand, pointing towards the fallen swords in the distance. Her voice was low and hoarse, carrying an unwavering roar of defiance: "I... am not defeated yet!"
Her body wobbled, but she ultimately stood tall. The audience fell into silence, followed by whispers of astonishment. Some stepped back in fear, while others widened their eyes in disbelief at the sight before them. The flames outlined her figure like a warrior from hell, even causing the ground around her to emit wisps of smoke from the heat.
The woman from the West Side raised an eyebrow, clearly taken aback by Mako Nakagawa's display. But she quickly composed herself, leaning back against her chair with an expression that was difficult to read—whether it was pride or indifference—and made no move to stop her.
The Eastern Man wore a deeper smile, lightly patting his knee as he murmured, "Oh? Yang Chuan's dog still has some wildness left..." His gaze held a hint of disdain but was mostly filled with amusement.
Sano Kagehisa fixed his sharp gaze on Mako Nakagawa, his expression devoid of contempt. Before him, Mako appeared as a fierce beast engulfed in flames; the fire flickered violently with each breath she took, leaving scorched marks on the ground with every step. Her movements were slow yet heavy, as if the weight of the world pressed down upon him with each approach, tearing at Sano Kagehisa's chest.
A strong sense of unease washed over Sano Kagehisa; his instincts warned him that this scene had transcended mere "duel." He quickly bent down and executed a forward roll, agilely dodging to the side of Mako Nakagawa. Using the momentum, he leaped high over her head. The flames surrounding Mako seemed to sense the enemy's movement and suddenly surged upward, a scorching wave brushing against Sano Kagehisa's ankles and nearly engulfing him.
Upon landing, Sano Kagehisa performed a swift roll and glided towards the twin blades on the ground like an arrow. Without hesitation, he picked up the weapons and retreated toward the edge of the arena. Crossing the blades over his chest, he warily watched Mako Nakagawa while already plotting his escape.
He turned to look at the Eastern Man and urgently shouted, "Strategist! This place is no longer safe; we must retreat quickly..." Before he could finish his sentence, a deafening explosion erupted.
The flames surrounding Mako Nakagawa suddenly surged violently; crimson energy coalesced around her body before erupting with a thunderous blast. The explosion swept across the arena like a tidal wave, its shockwave carrying searing heat that instantly transformed the battlefield into a sea of fire.
Screams and cries of agony filled the air as what had been a cheering crowd turned into a panicked throng fleeing for their lives. The ground cracked beneath them as flames ignited nearby tents, stalls, and structures, thick smoke billowing up to obscure the sky. Some onlookers close by were knocked over by the shockwave and lay helplessly on the ground, their faces etched with terror and confusion.
Sano Kagehisa staggered slightly from the force of it all, stepping back unsteadily. He plunged his blade into the ground to steady himself before turning around with an undeniable command in his voice: "Guard team! Protect the Strategist! Evacuate this place!"
The guards immediately sprang into action, forming a protective barrier with their long spears in front of the man, swiftly surrounding him as they began to retreat to safety. However, Sano Kagehisa's gaze returned once more to Mako Nakagawa. Her figure, ablaze with flames, continued to move forward slowly, as if the explosion was merely the tip of the iceberg of the fury burning within her.
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