Chaotic Thoughts

Raven's figure vanished once more into the chaotic void. No one knew when she would appear again.

Ronan panted heavily, hovering in the center of the Ambush Circle and slowly turning in place. Muscles all over his body twitched faintly as he sweated profusely. The life-support module of the Exoskeleton Armor had long since failed. in fact, the armor was already in tatters. Outer plating and parts occasionally peeled away, only to be swept into the invisible vortexes of warped turbulence around him, shattered to pieces, and ultimately annihilated into nothingness.

Throughout their sparring, Raven had never landed a solid blow. All the damage to the Exoskeleton Armor had not come from ordinary physical strikes, but from the distortion and erosion of the "Ambush Circle" and even the "sandstorm" beyond it.

This was rejection at the level of rules.

Even if Ronan wore a hundred layers of armor, as long as their force output, operation, or even their very existence failed to conform to the assembly rules of this domain space, they would inevitably endure immense repulsive pressure.

That was already the case for Ronan and the tools he had personally modified. For "outsiders," it went without saying. And that was precisely why this space was called the "Ambush Circle."

His sparring with Raven had gone on for nearly half an hour without him realizing it. Even after the fragile Electromagnetic Muscle Membrane Structure had given out long ago and turned to ash, they had not stopped. This seemed somewhat at odds with Ronan's purpose in coming here, but by the end, he truly could not stop himself—there were glaring mistakes right in front of him. How could he pretend not to see them?

Whether it was the "Ambush Circle" or the combination of the Exoskeleton Armor and the Electromagnetic