Chapter 130: Titanium Division 3
As the scorched floor cracked under the last echo of Tyrron’s impact, a heavy silence settled over the stadium.
Farah Desh was quickly lifted by medics, conscious but completely incapacitated, her sonic javelins scattered and broken across the platform. Her visor had shattered and her suit was torn, a testament to the sheer force behind Tyrron’s rage-fueled punch.
But all eyes weren’t on her, they were on him.
Ragnar stood in the crater he had created, his chest heaving, green lightning still dancing across his skin like wild snakes. Steam hissed off his shoulders as he stared down at the ground, fists clenched, every muscle trembling, not with exhaustion, but restraint.
Lysandra watched carefully, one hand resting near her earpiece in case she had to override the match sequence and trigger an emergency lockdown.
Yet... Tyrron exhaled one long and controlled breath.
The lightning around him slowed, dimmed, then dispersed, crackling away like a retreating storm, causing the tension to relax with him as the pressure dropped visibly across the arena. He straightened his back and gave the crowd a slight nod, then turned and began walking away, barefoot and silent.
The entire stadium... exploded in a standing ovation.
Even the usually reserved VIPs nodded in appreciation, and scouts from several military factions and Esper Commissions jotted down notes frantically.
"He’s starting to master it," Kaizer murmured quietly, noting this down seriously.
"He’s not there yet, but he’s close." Sophia corrected.