On the Brink of Battle

Skylar's appearance was like a dim gleam cutting through thick fog. As he slowly stepped into the battle zone, the air itself seemed to fall silent for an instant.

His gaze first fell upon Morgan le Fay. The corner of his lips lifted as he said in a flippant tone, "Beautiful Miss Morgan, we meet again. Looks like you've recovered quite well—even that arm has grown back."

Morgan's expression froze, and her gaze at Skylar became immensely complicated. She had originally believed that, even if that palm strike had not killed him, it would at least have left him bedridden for months. Who would have thought he would recover to peak condition so quickly? Her eyes flickered, and she suddenly looked behind him as if searching for something.

Skylar saw through her thoughts and smiled leisurely. "No need to look. She didn't come."

Morgan's pupils contracted slightly. The "she" Skylar referred to was the terrifying sniper from that day. The power of that shot remained unforgettable to this day. With shooting skills at that level, Morgan had no doubt that the other party had deliberately avoided her vital points. The reason she had escaped with her life that day was largely thanks to this body's original owner.

"Still, whether she's here or not, don't even think about leaving easily today." Skylar's tone was calm, yet it carried a chilling threat.

Morgan snorted coldly. "You're underestimating me too much."

Though she spoke stubbornly, the sudden shot from that day and the bone-deep terror that had followed could not help resurfacing in her mind. Her panicked escape back then had not been because of Skylar, but because of that mysterious sniper lurking in the darkness, capable of taking her life at any moment.

After hearing Skylar's words, she became even more uncertain.