Shock flickered across the faces of the six young masters, but only for a heartbeat. The audacity of his words lit a fire in their eyes—this wasn't just a battle now; it was personal.
Mavis was the first to react, launching forward with a shout. "You asked for it!"
The others followed without hesitation—Ning's movements were a blur, Azleid's fists gleamed with raw power, Yuri vanished into the wind, Lyra twirled with deadly elegance, and Esmeralda's hidden weapons gleamed from beneath her sleeves.
Six attacks converged on Lyon at once, each one sharp, fast, and devastating.
And Lyon?
He smiled, standing his ground.
Not a flicker of fear. Not a sign of retreat. Only a grin that promised—This is going to be fun.
