Bab 2432: The Final Attack

The spectating Martial Artists froze as they gritted their teeth.

The air boiled with tension.

The atmosphere tingled with peril.

Everyone could sense it.

The end was nigh.

They could feel it.

They could almost taste it.

There was no more room for miracles.

Whoever emerged victorious in the brutal, gruesome brawl that had overtaken the fight would win.

There was no doubt about that.

They stood poised as their Martial Hearts and Minds came ablaze.

They would readily burn their stamina in vain if it meant reducing the lag of their intervention by a beat.

They stood by in wait as they watched.

They grew mesmerized by the battle that unfolded before them.

A battle that encompassed the future of an entire section of human civilization. 

A battle that redefined the limits of Martial Art.

A battle that was surely written by the gods of Martial Art, if they did exist.