So this is what no-holds-barred combat means?
Summer camp, Area C.
The training hall was particularly empty in the early morning, with dark mist continuously seeping from the corners, enveloping the entire space.
This was the battlefield Mike and Calderon had agreed upon.
Shadow Nine had set it up in advance, using part of the Tower of Truth's rules to alter the space.
Even if someone died here, they could easily be revived.
The dawn's light couldn't penetrate the thin mist, only casting a golden hue over the training hall, giving it a somewhat sacred appearance.
Inside, the flickering dim lights contrasted with the golden glow outside, making the hall eerily silent. Only Mike sat cross-legged on the ground, waiting quietly.
Tap—tap—
Rhythmic footsteps broke the silence.
Mike slowly opened his eyes, a sharp glint flashing in them.
They were here!
Two people.
One was smaller, trying hard to keep up, nervous, flustered, and bewildered.