Lisvern's eyes almost popped out of his head as soon as he witnessed that blade that was supposed to be an illusion now stabbing him through the chest.
His body immediately felt weak as he went down on one knee, facing the demonic figure gazing at him like he was nothing but a simple insect…
That man… That man had just single-handedly ruined his life… Everything that he had built up so far for nothing, and to him, it seemed like no big deal. What was an assured, easy victory in his eyes suddenly turned into his worst nightmare as the sword was pulled out of his chest, making him drop like a corpse on the ground.
"And the winner is Moby Kane!"
Moby took a deep breath and smiled hearing those words, dispersing all the clones with a single snap, looking up at the crowd.
Sorry for inconsistent chapters. School has been getting wild towards the end will all my AP tests. I'm already behind on some assignments but I'll still try my best. I once again apologize.