NABC Chapter 692 8 Armed Plot
Chapter 692 8 Armed Plot
. Yun-Jin turned just as he reached her, her pink strand wrapping around his wrist and yanking him off balance. With a fluid motion, she spun and kicked him squarely in the chest, sending him flying back into his companion.
"Last chance," she said, her voice steady but laced with an undeniable threat. "Leave now, or you won't get back up."
The two remaining fighters scrambled to their feet, their confidence shattered. Without a word, they turned and fled, their forms disappearing into the shadows of the arena. Yun-Jin exhaled softly, her aura settling as she turned her attention back to Osalf.
He hadn't moved during the fight, his blade still raised and his stance unwavering. But his eyes told a different story—there was no fear in them, but a spark of something sharper, more calculating.
"You've improved," Osalf said, his voice calm but measured. "I'll give you that. But you're still no match for me."
Yun-Jin stepped forward, her pink strand flaring as it coiled around her arm like a living thing. "Let's find out," she said simply.
Osalf didn't waste time with further words. He lunged forward, his blade humming with energy as he swung it in a wide arc. Yun-Jin dodged, her movements precise as she closed the gap between them. Her fist shot out, colliding with his chest and forcing him back a step, but he recovered quickly, countering with a rapid thrust.
The battle became a blur of motion, their strikes clashing with an intensity that left the spectators breathless. Osalf's blade glowed brighter with each swing, his precision unmatched as he aimed for Yun-Jin's weak points. But she matched him blow for blow, her pink strand weaving around her like a shield and a weapon, deflecting his strikes and retaliating with her own.
For a moment, the battlefield seemed to shrink, the world narrowing to just the two of them.
Osalf's smirk faltered as Yun-Jin emerged from the explosion, her knee slamming into his face with bone-rattling force. The impact sent him sprawling to the ground, his blade spinning out of reach as he clutched his nose in pain.
Yun-Jin didn't hesitate. She planted her foot on his chest, pinning him to the ground as her pink strand flared brighter than ever. Her hand raised, fingers outstretched in a knife-hand stance, glowing with focused energy. She pressed the edge of her glowing hand to his throat, her eyes locked onto his with unrelenting intensity. Your journey continues with My Virtual Library Empire
"It's over," Yun-Jin said, her voice low but resolute. Her fingers trembled slightly, but her determination never wavered.
Osalf glared up at her, blood dripping down his face as he sneered. "You don't have it in you," he said, his voice laced with defiance. "You're weak, just like the rest of them."
Yun-Jin's jaw tightened, but she didn't strike—not yet. Her glowing hand hovered just above Osalf's throat, the energy radiating from it casting a faint light over his bloodied face. His smirk faltered for the briefest moment, replaced by something closer to apprehension.
"What's the matter?" he taunted, though his voice lacked its usual sharpness. "Can't do it? I thought you were better than this."
Yun-Jin's pink strand flared again, the intensity of the light making Osalf wince as she pressed her weight further onto his chest. "You've done nothing but tear this world apart," she said, her voice calm but cold. "You don't deserve mercy."
Her hand tensed, the energy around it growing sharper, but before she could move, a faint ripple of energy caught her attention. She glanced to the side, her focus shifting as a strange sensation washed over her.
Meanwhile.