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Shadow's blade glinted in the dim light as he twisted it, his cold eyes locked onto the scimitar-user. The man gasped in pain, blood seeping from the wound as he struggled to breathe. Laura's whip tightened around his leg, ensuring he couldn't escape.

"You're done," Shadow whispered, his voice as chilling as the blade he wielded. With a swift, decisive motion, he yanked the blade free and delivered a final strike, sending the scimitar user sprawling to the ground, unconscious and defeated.

The shield-wielder, still struggling against Mia's icy grip, saw his comrade fall and roared in fury. Desperation fueled his efforts as he channeled energy into his shield, attempting to break free from the encroaching frost. But Mia was relentless, layering her attacks with freezing energy, reinforcing the ice that held him in place.

With the scimitar user done for, Shadow and Laura were free to deal with the shield-wielder, as well as the spellcaster, who had just gotten up from the ground. Shadow moved, immediately going after the spellcaster, appearing from under the man's shadow and attacking him.

He was like a phantom that one could never see before it was too late, an enemy that appeared whenever he wished, wherever he wished.

Of course, the truth was that Shadow was already in a bit of a pinch, he had burned through a lot of mana, as have the others, while battling the enemies.

He had to deal with the spellcaster quickly and have Mia and Laura eliminate the shield-wielder right away in order to be able to stop anyone else from attacking. There were still more enemies present, some fighting against the wyvern and the flood dragon, others waiting for an opportunity further away from the throne, and the rest were currently locked in battle with their army.

Yes, their army.

Tank had used his ability.

He hadn't used it in a while, mostly because they were leveling up rather quickly, and thus, his generals and soldiers were unable to keep up, to reach a level high enough to help them battle against their enemies.

Now, however, they had managed to reach Tier VI, and even though they were not that powerful in that Tier, they could hold on against a couple of enemies by themselves.

Tank had summoned 20 warriors, all 20 were Tier VI combatants, and they were currently locked in battle against 5 men, even with such an advantage in numbers, they were barely holding on.

The five enemy combatants were all elite warriors with impressive skill and power. Each one moved with the precision of a master, tearing through the ranks of Tank's soldiers with deadly efficiency. Two of the enemies wielded massive greatswords that cleaved through armor and bone alike. Their strikes were slow but devastating, forcing Tank's warriors to dodge with everything they had.

Another enemy, a wiry man with twin daggers, darted between the soldiers like a wraith. His strikes were quick and lethal, each one aimed at a vital point. He was more assassin than a warrior, slipping through defenses and attacking the soldiers before they could even react.

He was the most dangerous among them, his movements almost impossible to track as he cut down his targets with ruthless precision.

The fourth enemy was a heavily armored knight wielding a flail. His armor was nearly impenetrable, and his flail smashed through shields and weapons with ease. Each swing of his weapon sent shockwaves rippling through the battlefield, forcing Tank's soldiers to scatter in order to avoid being crushed.

The last enemy was a mage, weaving spells that hindered Tank's forces at every turn. He summoned barriers of flame and arcs of lightning that made it impossible for Tank's warriors to coordinate their attacks. His presence on the battlefield was a constant threat, as he unleashed spells that decimated ranks of soldiers with ruthless efficiency.

Despite their numbers, Tank's warriors were gradually being pushed back. Each time they tried to regroup, the greatsword-wielders would charge forward, breaking their formation with sheer brute force. The dagger-wielder would then slip in, trying to pick off isolated soldiers before they could rally.

The knight's relentless assault with his flail created chaos in their ranks, while the mage's spells ensured that Tank's forces couldn't recover from the relentless onslaught.

But Tank's soldiers were disciplined, and they fought with unwavering resolve. They knew their role wasn't to overpower the enemy—it was to delay them, to buy time for Tank and the others to finish their battles and join them. The soldiers held the line, coordinating their movements to cover each other's weaknesses and focusing on defensive maneuvers rather than direct attacks.

Tank's generals did the best they could, fighting with zeal and not allowing their enemies to hold a massive advantage.

Their strategy was simple: wear the enemies down, make them overextend, and create openings for counterattacks. A group of spearmen formed a phalanx, holding off the knight and greatsword-wielders while archers rained arrows down on the mage. Meanwhile, a trio of swordsmen attempted to surround the dagger-wielder, cutting off his escape routes and forcing him to fight on their terms.

It was a brutal and bloody fight. The enemy's skill and power were undeniable, but Tank's warriors refused to give ground. Every inch they lost was fought for fiercely, and whenever it seemed like they were about to break, they regrouped and pushed back with renewed determination.

Yet, even as the battle raged on, Jin's own confrontation was entering its final, decisive phase.

Jin's battle against the tonfa-wielding opponent had become a spectacle of raw power and precise technique. The tonfa-wielder had managed to turn the tide momentarily, dispelling Jin's attack and launching a counteroffensive that had caught him off guard. But Jin was not someone who gave in easily.

As the tonfa-wielder pressed his advantage, Jin's expression shifted from surprise to grim determination.

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The aura around Jin darkened further as his mark pulsed with ominous energy. The crimson and shadowy tendrils that had been swirling around him grew denser, wrapping tightly around his limbs and torso like living chains. His eyes glowed with an eerie light, and his presence on the battlefield became almost suffocating.

The tonfa-wielder charged forward, his movements a blur as he aimed a rapid series of strikes at Jin's vital points. But this time, Jin was ready. He deflected the blows with pinpoint accuracy, each movement economical and precise. The tonfa-wielder, sensing that something had changed, tried to retreat, but Jin wouldn't let him.

With a burst of speed, Jin closed the distance, delivering a crushing elbow strike to the man's ribs.

The impact sent the tonfa-wielder skidding back, but he recovered quickly, his eyes narrowing as he assessed the situation. "You've got more left in the tank, huh?" he growled, his tone laced with frustration. "Fine, let's see how you handle this!"

The tonfa-wielder's aura flared as he activated his mark to its fullest, creating a vortex of wind around him. The air crackled with energy as he spun his tonfas, generating enough force to tear through stone and steel alike. He shot toward Jin with all the power and speed he could muster, aiming for a decisive blow.

But Jin's response was not what he expected. Instead of dodging or blocking, Jin stood his ground, his aura growing more oppressive by the second. The air around him distorted, and a low, resonant hum filled the battlefield as his energy coalesced into a single point.

Just as the tonfa-wielder's attack was about to connect, Jin moved. His hand shot out, catching one of the tonfas mid-strike. The force of the impact sent shockwaves through the ground, but Jin didn't even flinch. His grip was unyielding, his eyes locked onto his opponent with a cold intensity.

"You're done," Jin said, his voice carrying a finality that sent chills down the tonfa-wielder's spine.

With a single, fluid motion, Jin twisted his body, disarming the tonfa-wielder and delivering a crushing knee strike to his chest. The man gasped as the air was forced from his lungs, his eyes widening in shock. But Jin wasn't finished. He followed up with a rapid series of punches, each one delivered with pinpoint accuracy, targeting pressure points and joints.

The tonfa-wielder's body convulsed as he was overwhelmed by the sheer brutality of the assault.

Each punch held an explosion in it, each strike imbued with an explosion equal to one that a missile would produce, and the punches came without any breaks, with Jin punching the man about 16 times in a single second.

Blood sprayed from the man's mouth as Jin's final punch landed squarely in his solar plexus, a powerful explosion passing through his body, the impact causing immense internal damage, sending him crashing to the ground. The tonfa-wielder tried to push himself up, but his limbs wouldn't respond. He was completely immobilized, his body wracked with pain as Jin loomed over him.

"You lost the moment you underestimated me," Jin said coldly, raising his hand as his energy gathered around it.

And just as all those battles had entered their peaks, just as many of Reign's teammates were winning, the battle between Reign and the Mysterious swordsman entered its peak as well, and it was not looking good for Reign.