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    But before the dust could even settle, within three minutes of kickoff, Marisa had already delivered a crushing blow to her opponent and imed her victory.


    Her moves were a masterss in precision — each decision clean, calcted, and lethal. Like a sword unsheathed, she struck once and left no room for resistance. The crowd gasped, a wave of awe sweeping over them.


    “This one’s a beast! Could she be ranked top ten on the national leaderboard?”


    “I didn’t even catch what she did — the match ended before I could blink!”


    Even the host was swept up in admiration, singing praises for her wless execution.


    Her defeated opponent, unable to swallow the loss, yanked off his headset and stormed off in a huff.


    From the audience, students from ss Three burst into cheers. “Marisa, you’re the best!”


    A few momentster, Mnie wrapped up her match as well, her victory equally effortless.


    A local game streamer, unable to contain his excitement, jumped to his feet and shouted, marveling that Wront had given rise to not one, but two prodigies of the digital arena.


    Although the other contestants showed impressive skills, none coulde close to the electrifying impact left by Marisa and Mnie’s earlier performances!


    The massive screen at the venue lit up, reying the highlights of their intense match, sending the crowd into a frenzy of cheers and deafening screams.


    The camera smoothly swept over to the row ofpetitors’ seats, zooming in on the tense atmosphere among them.


    Mnie lounged back in her seat, a smug grin tugging at her lips as she watched the rey unfold.


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    The moment the screen shed Marisa’s swift five-minute victory, Mnie’s lips twisted into a faint, disdainful sneer.


    In Mnie’s mind, Marisa had simply lucked out by going up against an inexperienced rookie. If she had been the one facing that beginner, she would’ve crushed the match just as easily.


    Mnie shot a sideways nce at Marisa, her lips curling into a mocking smile. “You’re nothing special — just a little luckier than the rest of us,” she said, tossing her hair back with an air of superiority.


    Marisa, halfway through peeling the wrapper off her lollipop, paused and lifted an eyebrow at the jab. Letting out a soft chuckle, she twirled the candy between her fingers and said, “Luck’s just another kind of talent, don’t you think?”


    Mnie let out an exaggerated snort, her whole posture dripping with bratty, princess-like arrogance. “You’re lucky we didn’t meet before the finals,” she huffed proudly. “I would’ve sent you packing without a second thought!”


    Marisa shed a slow, mischievous grin, slipping the lollipop into her mouth with azy flick. “Actually, I’m eager to go head-to-head with you. Just try not to cry when Ie out on top!” she teased, her voiceced with yful bravado.


    Choosing to ignore Mnie’s sour expression, Marisa redirected her attention toward the screen showing Ethan’s match.


    She tuned in just in time to witness the final, decisive moments of his gamey.


    Ethan hade out on top.


    His win wasn’t exactly shy — he kept a steady rhythm throughout, never pushing for any big, dramatic moves.


    In the end, it was his opponent’s sloppy mistake that practically handed Ethan his first win on a silver tter.


    “Not bad,” Marisa remarked, her tone light but approving. She quirked an eyebrow and added with a teasing smirk, “You did better than Mnie, that’s for sure!”


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