In one final desperate attempt, the Cerulean man launched himself forward, hoping to tackle Leon to the ground. But Leon was ready. With a swift movement, he sidestepped the charge, grabbed the Cerulean man by the arm, and twisted it behind his back. The man yelped in pain as Leon held him in a painful lock.
"You've lost," Leon whispered in his ear, his grip tightening just enough to make the man realize he was at his mercy.
With a flick of his wrist, Leon sent the Cerulean man flying through the air, his body slamming into a nearby wall with a sickening crash. The impact was so forceful that the wall cracked under the weight of the blow, and the Cerulean man crumpled to the ground, his body limp and defeated.
Leon stood over him, breathing steadily, his expression still as cold as ever. He glanced down at the fallen man, a small smirk playing at the corner of his lips.
