"HE'S STILL STANDING?!" "HE'S SMILING?!"
The arena practically shook with the roar of disbelief. Spectators stood from their seats, some spilling their drinks, others clutching their heads in stunned silence. The magic screens zoomed at Asher, the students, professors, even former champions frozen with wide eyes and slacked jaws.
The commentator, who had been momentarily speechless, finally found her voice.
"UN-BE-LIEVABLE! Asher just tanked a full assault from the Verdant Dread and looks like he just got out of bed!"
Up on the stage, Lorraine growled in frustration. Why won't he just get defeated already?!
She launched a fresh wave of attacks—fast, brutal, and unrelenting, but Asher, with his speed buffed to the max, weaved through them like wind through leaves. He didn't even blink. That was, until—
CRACK!
The ground beneath him split open. A pothole formed right under his feet, locking his legs and throwing him off balance.
