Viscount Shameen stared at the scene unfolding before him, certain he had seen something like it somewhere before. Whenever he recalled that moment, all that remained was awe and a shiver of fear.
It had been the battle in the valley during the Festival of the God of War! That figure who had moved through the ranks of the young noble elites of the Galactic Empire as if no one stood in his way would haunt the Starrealm Knights' nightmares to this day.
Then and there, just like now and here!
Once he understood, regret filled Shameen's heart. He knew that, back during the Festival of the God of War, he had actually held a certain advantage in raw strength over that great enemy.
I should have set everything aside after that battle in the valley and fought him to the death.
But through all sorts of coincidences and the cruel turns of fate—or perhaps because he had been a coward—the duel that should have happened during the Festival of the God of War never took place.
Now, not even two years later, the other man had left him far behind, advancing an entire level beyond him.
So was he doomed to face an insurmountable peak, just as Teacher Saduran had spent his whole life overshadowed by Lan Jiufeng?
This battle, which would decide their lives and fates, should have happened two years ago. But his cowardice had delayed it until now. So he would inevitably have to pay a greater price. Was this fate?
He felt trapped in an overwhelming sense of helplessness before fate, and the moment of crisis meant for him had arrived.
Viscount Shameen had prepared himself to face the battle with every fiber of his being, yet he was still caught completely off guard.
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