Chapter 23: No Mercy in the Ring
Ronan froze in place, his eyes widening in disbelief. But then, his expression immediately shifted — alert, tense — as he took a single step back.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he said flatly.
"Ahh, those generic words... you know what I mean," the man replied with a grin spreading across his face. "And I've seen someone like you before — more often than I'd like."
Ronan retreated another step, his movements careful, his face tightening with growing tension. In an instant, he shot backward using Swift Dash, his body blurring like a shadow swept by the wind, leaving the man dozens of meters behind.
A few people turned to glance, but only briefly. No one cared enough to interfere.
And the man? He remained standing in place, still wearing that faint, signature smile.
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"Pant! Pant!"
Ronan gasped for air, sweat streaming down his face as he stood far from the House of Wisdom, maybe hundreds of meters away. His heart pounded wildly, his thoughts a chaotic mess. But one thing echoed relentlessly in his mind:
"Bone Breaking. Starflame. How the hell does he know that?!"
He clenched his teeth, his brow furrowing deep in frustration.