Genesis's Crushing Defeat

Genesis gradually began to look utterly exhausted.

His steps grew heavy, and every swing of his sword seemed increasingly strained.

That once-sharp aura had now vanished completely, replaced by endless passivity and helplessness.

His eyes revealed an indescribable despair, as though he had already foreseen his own defeat.

In contrast, Zack seemed more and more invigorated. His eyes flashed with a determined light, and every swing of his sword was filled with strength and resolve.

He knew this was his chance to prove himself, and to fight for those who believed in him.

Their clash grew increasingly fierce, the sound of swords striking swords echoing through the night sky. Every exchange was accompanied by sparks flying, as though they would tear apart the darkness itself.

Finally, during a violent exchange, Zack found a perfect opening. Spotting Genesis's weakness, he brought his sword down in a fierce slash.

This strike contained all of Zack's strength and conviction. The sword tip cut through the air with a piercing whistle, driving straight for Genesis's chest.

Genesis sensed the danger. He tried to dodge, but it was already too late.

He could only watch helplessly as the sword tip closed in, his heart filled with despair and unwillingness.

With a soft "squelch," the sound stood out sharply in the silent night.

Like a streak of silver lightning, the sword tip instantly pierced Genesis's clothes, its icy edge touching his warm skin.

A violent pain surged through Genesis's entire body like an electric current. He let out a shrill cry and staggered back several steps as though struck by a heavy hammer.

He clutched his wound as blood seeped through his fingers, staining his palm red.

An expression of disbelief appeared on his face. Those eyes once filled with confidence and pride were now full