Chapter 334 Lily's Counter Attack



The tension in the arena was palpable as the battle between Lily and Jason reached its crescendo. Every eye was fixed on the combatants, eagerly awaiting the outcome of their fierce clash.

However, before Jason could make another move, a sudden interruption echoed through the air, shocking the entire audience.

The voice, powerful and commanding, boomed from the midst of the crowd, breaking the silence that had engulfed the arena. "Lily, thirty minutes is up!" The unexpected interruption reverberated through the space, catching everyone off guard.

Gasps of surprise and confusion rippled through the audience. Whispers of astonishment filled the air as they tried to comprehend the significance of those words.

The spectators exchanged puzzled glances. Their brows furrowed in anticipation of what would happen next.

Amidst the murmurs, a voice from the back row exclaimed, "What does this mean? Has the time limit for the battle expired?" The question hung in the air, accompanied by a wave of uncertainty that swept through the spectators.

Another voice chimed in, "I can't believe it! The battle was so intense, and now it might end without a clear winner?" The frustration in the speaker's tone was palpable as they grappled with the unexpected turn of events.

The audience erupted into a chorus of speculation, each person voicing their own thoughts and theories. Some expressed disappointment, hoping to witness a definitive victor emerging from the intense clash.

Others debated the implications of the time limit, pondering the possibility of a draw or the need for a decisive tiebreaker.

"I never expected the battle to come to an end like this," a spectator mused, their voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and disappointment. "What will the judges decide? Will they extend the time or declare a draw?"

In the midst of the fervent discussions, an air of anticipation settled over the arena. The crowd waited with bated breath for a resolution, their collective gaze shifting between Lily, Jason, and the judges who held power to determine the fate of this intense duel.

The tension in the arena reached its zenith as the judge, aware of the audience's confusion, stepped forward to address the situation. The spectators quieted down, their attention shifting to the figure of authority at the center of the stage.

"Please, sir," the judge began, his voice firm yet diplomatic, "do not say anything that will misguide the audience." His words carried a sense of caution, a plea for clarity amidst the swirling uncertainty.

The judge's remark echoed in the minds of the spectators, momentarily soothing their apprehension. Their gazes fixated on Orion, waiting for him to respond, hoping that his words would bring illumination to the perplexing turn of events.

Orion, aware of the judge's request and the weight of his words, paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts. He understood the importance of providing accurate information to prevent any misunderstandings or false assumptions among the audience.

"I apologize for any confusion caused," Orion spoke, his voice projecting authority. "My earlier statement was made in error. It was a wrong call and unrelated to the ongoing battle. I ask for your understanding and patience as we proceed."

A collective sigh of relief swept through the crowd, followed by a murmur of acknowledgement and acceptance.

The judge's clarification and Orion's admission of his mistake reassured the spectators, assuaging their concerns about the battle's outcome being compromised by an arbitrary interruption.

The judge, his voice resonating with a sense of resolution, continued, "The battle shall proceed as scheduled, unaffected by the previous interruption. Let us return our focus to the remarkable display of skill and determination exhibited by both contestants."

The spectators, their initial confusion replaced by renewed anticipation, cheered in approval. They were eager to witness the conclusion of the battle, to see Lily and Jason resume their clash and determine a clear victor through their skills and strategy.

With the judge's authoritative declaration, the tension in the arena lifted, replaced by a renewed sense of excitement. The audience refocused their attention on the stage, their eyes fixed on Lily and Jason, waiting to witness the continuation of their enthralling duel.

Whispers of anticipation swept through the crowd as they exchanged hopeful glances. The unexpected turn of events had momentarily disrupted the rhythm of the battle, but now the spectators were eager to immerse themselves once more in the electrifying atmosphere of the arena.

As the seconds ticked away, a hush fell over the spectators, their collective breath held in anticipation of the next move. The battle was far from over, and the resolution was yet to be revealed.

With renewed vigor, the crowd braced themselves for the thrilling conclusion that awaited them, eager to witness the triumphant warrior who would emerge from this intense and captivating clash.

Amidst the charged atmosphere, a small commotion unfolded near the back of the arena. Leon's servant, a discreet figure clad in the Ignatius Clan's insignia, leaned toward Leon and whispered, "To think that it is nothing."

Leon glanced at his servant, his expression betraying a flicker of annoyance. He had hoped for more insightful information or analysis from his trusted aide.

However, his attention swiftly shifted as his gaze landed on Orion, the very person who had caused the previous interruption. A bead of sweat trickled down Leon's temple, his brows furrowing in concern.

Leon's mind raced, trying to comprehend the implications of Orion's presence. He couldn't believe that fate had conspired to bring them together at this crucial moment. It was a convergence he had never anticipated.

"Damn it," Leon muttered under his breath, his voice laced with frustration. He didn't know that he would meet him here.

Sensing Leon's unease, his servant exchanged a knowing glance with him. The servant understood the weight o

With a nod of affirmation, he silently conveyed his loyalty and readiness to support his master in whatever decision he made.

"I am going back," Leon announced, his voice filled with determination. He knew that retreating from the arena was the best action for now.

His servant, though unaware of the intricacies behind Leon's choice, respected his master's judgment without question.

The servant nodded in acknowledgement, his unwavering loyalty shining through his eyes. He would support Leon's decision, trusting that it was born out of wisdom and foresight.