*Thud*

    *Thud*

    *Thud*

    *Thud*

    The relentless sound of Braun''s fists crashing into Seraphine''s body echoed across the arena like thunder.

    The once-roaring crowd had fallen into an eerie silence. Gasps of horror replaced their earlier cheers, and the excitement had turned into a visible sense of dread.

    "Braun... isn''t stopping," the announcer stammered, his once-enthusiastic tone reduced to a murmur. "This... this is brutal."

    The Queen, sitting on her throne high above the arena, observed the scene with a steady gaze. Her brows knitted ever so slightly, showing a trace of discomfort. She didn''t speak, but her frown deepened as blood began pooling beneath Seraphine''s crumpled body.

    Braun''s fists continued to rain down, his massive body hunched over Seraphine as if he were a machine programmed for destruction. Each punch landed with precision, drawing more blood from her limp.

    The crowd couldn''t bear to watch any longer.

    "Someone stop him!" a woman screamed.

    "This isn''t a fight! It''s a massacre!"

    But no one moved. The arena''s rules were ironclad. Interference wasn''t allowed, no matter how brutal the battle became.

    Finally, Braun''s fists slowed. He raised himself from his kneeling position. His cold, lifeless eyes stared at Seraphine''s broken body. Satisfied that she wouldn''t be getting up, he stood tall and released her from his iron grasp.@@@@

    *Thud.*

    Seraphine''s body collapsed onto the blood-stained ground, limp and unmoving.

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    Braun turned his back to her, his massive frame casting a long shadow over the silent arena. Without so much as a glance at his fallen opponent, he began to walk toward the exit.

    The announcer fumbled for words, his voice shaky as he tried to make the official call. "L-Ladies and gentlemen... the victor of this match is Braun! Seraphine is—"

    He stopped mid-sentence.

    A collective gasp erupted from the crowd, followed by an audible *woahhh* that swept across the arena like a wave.

    Amid the stunned awe, a sharp, unexpected sound echoed loud and clear.

    *Pop.*

    Before he could recover, Seraphine moved again, her speed blinding. She appeared behind him, her foot connecting with the side of his face in a brutal roundhouse kick.

    *THWACK!*

    The crowd erupted into cheers, their voices blending into a new excitement.

    "She''s too fast! Braun can''t keep up!" the announcer screamed.

    Braun roared in frustration, swinging his massive arms wildly in an attempt to catch her. But Seraphine was relentless, her movements fluid and precise.

    She darted around him, landing strike after strike. Each blow sent shockwaves through the arena, her speed and precision leaving Braun struggling to make sense of what was happening.

    Her eyes were different now—no longer filled with fear or hesitation. They were cold, calculated, and focused.

    Braun swung again, his fist slicing through the air, but Seraphine dodged effortlessly. She slid to the side, her aura glowing brighter with every movement.

    And then, she made her move.

    Charging her aura to its maximum, Seraphine leaped into the air, her fist crackling with energy.

    "Here it comes!" the announcer shouted. "The finishing blow!"

    With a fierce cry, she drove her fist into Braun''s chest.

    *BOOM!*

    The force of the impact sent Braun flying backward, his massive body hurtling out of the arena. He crashed into the ground outside the boundaries, a cloud of dust and debris rising around him.

    The arena fell silent.

    The crowd held their breath, the shock of what they had just witnessed made them speechless.

    And then, the announcer''s voice broke through the silence.

    "She... she did it! Braun is out of bounds!" he screamed. "Seraphine has won! I can''t believe it—She has done the impossible!"

    The crowd exploded into cheers, their voices shaking the very earth beneath them.

    Seraphine, however, didn''t bask in the glory of her victory. She fell to her knees, her body finally succumbing to the toll of the battle. Blood dripped from her face, pooling beneath her as she struggled to stay conscious.

    The cheers of the crowd seemed to grow distant as my eyes drifted to Braun.

    Despite being beaten and thrown from the arena, he stirred. Slowly, he rose to his feet, his massive hand reaching down.

    And then, he picked up one of his fallen axes.