Arc 2, Chapter 103 — A Marked Target
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Finally, it was time for the top matches to start, the matches they've been waiting for.
As many spoke of the celebrity appearances that showed up, Levon and the others had long left the arena, heading to the fighters back room to wait their turn.
"Brother Levon, try not to think so much." Artilla did her best to comfort, knowing Levon still couldn't hold his shard ability for long periods.
This was a crucial criteria for passing.
Even if he wins the fight… should the Host sense that he's struggling to maintain his shard's form at such a weak level, there's no doubt he will be disqualified.
Levon frowned, knowing that should he show signs of struggle when ordinary things are considered 'ordinary and standards' for his level, he will instantly lose the match.
Levon chuckled softly, a hint of sadistic glee still flickering in his pupils.
