Love at the Wrong Table:

Chapter 2174 The Fourth Whip–Life Without Regret.

The black whip spun faster and faster, like a chain forged from the essence of a dark star.

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Its length was stained with blood and infused with internal strength, gradually transforming into what resembled blood–black lightning, slashing through their with a chilling hiss.

Scarlet’s gaze was resolute, her face emotionless, like a faite carved from stone.

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Yorick recognized that look.

Once upon a time, he had carried that same pure determination–the burning desire to challenge the strong, to surpass his limits, to prove himself.

Yet, such single–minded warriors were rarely accepted by the world. Over time, he had adapted.

Still, it didn’t stop him from admiring this younger fighter standing before him.

With a calm demeanor, he prepared to confront her all–out attack.

Barchanded and fearless against the threat of her whip, he even wore a faint, expectant smile.

This opponent was exponentially rarer and more formidable than Florus Admon

To exchange blows with such a challenger made his arduous journey worthwhile, revjving the fiery spirit of his youth, when he had lived solely for the art of combat.

The atmosphere froze, as if time itself held its breath in this tense moment.

Sage found it hard to even breathe, his eyes glued wide open, unwilling to blink for fear of missing this once–in–a–lifetime duel.

The next moment, the battle began.

The whip lashed out like a venomous serpent, carrying an overwhelming force as it struck mercilessly toward its target.

However, it wasn’t just the force. It carried something even thore terrifying–conviction.

Yorick could feel it. The whip seemed alive.

Gone were the lamentations of countless Towerine women. The whip had transformed, elevated by Scarlet’s blood and vitality into a pure manifestation of purpose–a purpose that sought a worthy adversary to lay everything on the line against.

Perhaps now, it had found one.

The whip cracked through the air with a sound so sharp and piercing it seemed to split reality itself.

Yorick sidestepped, moving with the speed of the wind, but the whip had its own will and pursued him relentlessly.

spot where Yorick had stood erupted into fragments of stone and debris,

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the black whip launched 17 strikes,

had uncovered the terrifying truth about this technique,

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longer just a weapon; it had fused with her very essence. Unless one of them fell in

the fourth form of the Towerine Whipping Dance—Life Without Regret. Let our lives conclude in the brilliance of this final dance,”

elevated beyond the chains of hatred. to a

radiated satisfaction.

a promise forged on

had led her to unleash it here, against an even worthier opponent, making its execution all the

was a true master–a Sage–level fighter.

for victory was a tangible reward, adding

perish in a battle so dazzling that it etched her existence into the annals

shouted, taking a calculated risk by letting the whip graze him in exchange for

its weakness.

the opportunity, he launched a ferocious

the sound of rushing wind,

air in elegant arcs, colliding with Yorick’s fists in sparks of violent beauty.

clouds twisted into vortices, and the very sky seemed to bend under the weight

duel of convictions, of two

itself.

grace, creating a spectacle so breathtaking it left

awestruck.

what

epitome of pure

Boom!

Sage unconscious, is body unable to withstand

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The Fourth Whip–Life

Gautier had long since descended from the mountain. He did not dare to return.

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for him reviewing half

subsided, Gautier gathered his courage and

he could see was

fiery wounds all

lay in a pool of blood. She seemed to

a worthy opponent.” Yorick sighed,

reached out

fingers. Simba then jumped

placed him

be the one defeated. Hence, I’ll keep my promise

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