Ross leaned back in his chair, confused, as he watched Jett deflect every attack with ease. His face was twisted in frustration as he turned toward the others at the table. "Why did you say he was weak in the first place?" he asked, his tone sharp, though he didn't get a clear answer from anyone. The siblings exchanged awkward glances, clearly unsettled by what they were witnessing.
Lance shrugged, clearly unimpressed despite Jett's display. "I guess he's...decent," he said with a sigh, not seeming to care much.
Ross, visibly irritated by Lance's dismissive attitude, turned his attention to Dana. "Decent? Why did you refuse to invite him to the club in the first place, Dana?" His question was loaded, his eyes narrowing as he waited for an answer.
Dana's response came cold and clipped. "It's not important, and I'd like to keep it that way."
Ross wasn't satisfied with that. "So is it safe to say you're putting your emotions before the interests of the club?" he pushed. "Because from where I'm sitting, he's definitely got potential. I bet he's family is well to do if they were able to nurture him to this point."
The siblings shook their heads almost in unison, negating his assumption. "You really don't know anything, do you?" Lana asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I guess that's to be expected of you."
Ross clenched his fists, but before he could respond, the action on the arena floor demanded their attention.
*****
On the battlefield, Behan, Orpa, and Gleen grew visibly tense as they observed Jett. Their previous confidence had evaporated, replaced by an unease that they couldn't shake. Each movement Jett made, casual yet precise, further solidified that they had severely underestimated him.
Jett smirked, his confidence unshaken. "I guess if you won't come to me, you won't mind if I come to you," he said with a taunting edge to his voice. Without warning, he blitzed toward Lyla, closing the gap between them in the blink of an eye.
Gleen, sharp in his reflexes, immediately moved to intercept, raising his shield to block the incoming blow. Jett's fist collided with the shield in a resounding crack that echoed through the arena. The force behind the strike sent a ripple of shock through Gleen's arm, but what startled him more was the subtle crack that appeared on his shield.
He stared at it, eyes wide. 'He was able to damage my shield with his bare hands? That's insane.' His thoughts raced as he struggled to comprehend the sheer power behind Jett's attack. Discover exclusive content at M V L
Behan and Orpa exchanged quick, worried glances. They were no longer just wary of Jett; they were afraid.
'Darn, I cracked his shield,' Jett thought, trying to hide a faint sense of sympathy as his eyes swayed toward Gleen's damaged defense.
The spectators, wide-eyed and mouths agape, were stunned by the display of skill and raw strength Jett had just shown. Murmurs spread quickly through the crowd, their astonishment evident as they tried to make sense of what they'd just witnessed.
"Did he even use a single skill yet?" one of the onlookers whispered in disbelief.
"He's just toying with them," another student muttered, shaking their head in awe. The arena buzzed with excitement, and even the skeptics were starting to doubt their earlier assumptions about Jett's abilities.
"You're strong, I'll give you that much," Behan gasped, still struggling to catch her breath after being sent flying. Despite her words, her pride and determination hadn't faltered.
Gleen, seeing the condition Behan was in, quickly placed a hand on her shoulder. "[Heal Blessing]," he whispered, his voice filled with focus as a soft, warm glow enveloped her, beginning to mend her wounds. Behan followed up with a [Quick Heal], a skill of her own, layering the healing magic to speed up her recovery even more.
Behan slowly rose to her feet, still gasping but visibly stronger now. The healing spells had done their job, and though she wasn't at full strength, she was ready for another round.
Her eyes narrowed, and her expression hardened with resolve as her body began to change.
[Feline Transformation]
She growled, activating the skill that gave her heightened speed, strength, and agility. Her muscles tensed, and her features became more feral: her ears sharper, her eyes glowing with an animalistic intensity, and her claws longer and deadlier.
"Get ready," Behan warned, her voice carrying a fierce determination. "We won't be holding back from this point on." She crouched low, ready to strike, her entire posture radiating danger.
Jett's smirk only widened. He stood there, calm and composed, as though the escalation of the fight was exactly what he had been waiting for.
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He's enjoying himself