Chapter 273: Loser's Bracket Winner - 4
With three body enchantments running simultaneously, it was obvious Tavian would collapse soon. His muscles were already trembling beneath the strain, veins bulging faintly along his neck and temples.
But at the same time—
"W-what?!--Argh!" Dhalia winced as Tavian's relentless strikes crashed into her guard, each impact heavy enough to rattle her bones and nearly force a surrender out of her throat.
With the panther's dexterity, the rhino's brute strength, and the falcon's razor-sharp agility layered over him, Tavian executed the lost era fighting technique with terrifying precision—even while bearing a life talent. Every movement flowed into the next without hesitation, like a perfectly calibrated war machine.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Two fists and one shin connected in rapid succession. The air burst from Dhalia's lungs as she was flung to the side, boots skidding across the arena floor.
"I-Ice Armour!" she cried desperately.
