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    Even members of the Star Society found themselves questioning reality. Though Lexi’s win ignited a rush of excitement among them, they struggled to ept that Lexi had toppled Sombra so effortlessly. This battle was a far cry from the epic showdown they had anticipated.


    Elliana stood rooted to the spot, eyes fixed on Jason sprawled in the dust, too shocked to make sense of what she’d just done. A victory this quick had never crossed her mind. She realized now that all her careful preparations and anxious calctions had been for nothing—Jason hadn’te close to matching the threat she’d imagined.


    Jason’s earlier bravado—offering her three free attacks—echoed in her mind, and she nearlyughed aloud at the memory. Had he known he’d wind up defeated and humiliated like this, he would have swallowed those words. His pride had taken a brutal hit.


    After a brief pause, the realization clicked for Elliana. Jason had acquired genuine techniques from Seth and grown into a daunting fighter in his own right, yet he’d never managed to eclipse his mentor’s legacy. She, on the other hand, hadn’t just absorbed Donovan’s teachings—she’d advanced past him, forging her own innovative style that no longer relied solely on his methods. This put her leagues ahead of Jason in terms of raw talent and adaptability, creating an unmistakable gulf in their abilities. Given this disparity, her decisive win over Jason no longer seemed surprising.


    Still, by all ounts, Jason’s reputation alone suggested he wasn’t supposed to go down so fast, regardless of the difference in their skills. But the reality was, after only a few dozen rounds, he had been thoroughly beaten.


    Elliana’s swift instincts had carried her—her edge in battle had never been about fancy techniques, but pure, unbridled speed. Her attacks came in rapid session, each move seamlessly shifting into the next, leaving Jason struggling to keep up. He moved fast, but not fast enough. She seized on his hesitation and drove her foot straight into his chest. Nothing couldpete with blinding speed in a fight. Against overwhelming quickness, even the finest techniques and raw power faded into irrelevance.


    Right then, Jason stirred, forcing his face up from the dust. Just as everyone expected him to struggle back to his feet, he doubled over and coughed up a thick mouthful of blood.


    “Sombra!” Atst, the Moonveil members snapped out of their shock and hurried over, crowding around him in a panic as they tried to assess the damage.


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    Elliana awkwardly rubbed the bridge of her nose. She had regarded Jason as a true rival—his relentless, aggressive attacks had forced her to stay on high alert, and that tension had driven her to fight with a brutal edge. Because of that, her blows hadnded harder than intended, leaving Jason seriously hurt.


    The moment her foot struck his chest, she had sensed the unmistakable give—at least three of his ribs had snapped under the force. Now, watching blood spill from Jason’s lips, she realized his internal injuries had to be severe. Then, without warning, her mind shifted to Cole. If Cole ever found out she’d beaten his cousin this badly, would he resent her for it? If she’d seen how easily Jason would crumble, she would’ve gone easier on him. But there was no undoing it now. Jason was fortunate just to be alive, though he’d be bedridden for weeks.


    Matthew sidled over and lowered his voice. “Lexi, is it possible this isn’t the real Sombra?”


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