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"Damn it!"
Marsha suddenly blurted out, her voice laced with frustration as sweat poured down her face.
She was visibly furious because none of her attacks had managed to hit me.
She should have had the upper hand with the iron thorn club, but instead, she was the one who looked worn out, while I remained unarmed and unscathed.
Tivan, standing a short distance away, regarded me with the same disdainful look. His eyes narrowed as he wiped the sweat from his brow.
Without warning, he vanished from his spot, only to reappear behind me in the blink of an eye.
His strikes came at me with relentless intensity, each blow as powerful as the last.
After a moment, he paused, his cold gaze piercing through me.
"Hey, tell me. Are you just mocking us?" he asked, his voice cold and suspicious.
