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"Haha, I've been hoping for a chance to wipe those silly smiles off your faces for a while now," Asher chuckled, his laughter taking on a twisted tone as he gazed at Liam and Osam.
'What's gotten into him? Has he lost his mind?' Liam wondered internally, observing Asher's unsettling demeanor. 'Well, it doesn't matter. I need to retrieve the sword,' he thought determinedly. With a surge of energy, Liam manifested a blazing red blade, its fiery outline casting an eerie glow.
"Let's see if you're up for the challenge!" At the same time, Osam's fists tightened, and waves of energy rippled outward from his clenched hands, forming undulating concentric circles that carried a palpable force through the surrounding air.
[Host's Strength: 432P
Host's Speed: 402P
Host's Defense: 396P
Host's Energy: 125P]
