Chapter 53 - The Tyrant is Tired
The battlefield pulsed with tension.
The crowd's energy had changed. The cheers were no longer deafening, but rather reserved and cautious because Lucas had returned. And this time, he wasn't facing raw strength or brute force, but speed, precision, and something much colder.
His new opponent stepped into the arena, calm and enigmatic. He wore a sleek battle suit from the planet Riga, black and blue, with pulsating lightning runes glowing faintly on his arms. His silver hair fluttered in the breeze, and the air around him crackled dry and electric.
"The second match!" the announcer called, his voice barely audible over the rising tension. "Lucas from Planet Tian... versus Rail from Planet Riga."
Lucas exhaled slowly. His steps were steady, but his breath betrayed his pain. The previous fight had left deep injuries muscle bruises, microfractures in his ribs, a tear in his leg. Yet he stood. He couldn't afford to show weakness now.
