Chapter 300
Amidst the chaos of the coliseum battles, one duel stood out—a clash of raw elemental might that had the spectators on the edge of their seats.
It was the fierce confrontation between Greg and Dante, both natural elementalists. Sparks of lightning danced across the arena as Greg unleashed a relentless barrage of attacks.
Yet, Dante, cool and composed, effortlessly raised compact earth walls to block each strike with surgical precision.
But Greg had had enough of the back-and-forth.
His figure blurred as he burst into motion, dashing with electrifying speed. With a powerful kick to the ground, he launched himself behind Dante, his hands crackling with electricity as he conjured a lightning-forged blade.
With a grin tugging at the corner of his lips, Greg swung the blade with lethal intent.
"Gotcha," he whispered, lightning humming in his voice.
But Dante spun around smoothly, a confident smirk playing on his face.
"Did you?" he said calmly.
