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Chapter 1239 A Magnificent End

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For 20 days, the Borcalis night sky had been ravaged by blizzards. Then, suddenly, the storm stopped.

The thick, ancient clouds, once suffocating the land, cracked open. A brilliant, searing white light pierced through the darkness.

A full moon emerged, its icy glow cutting through the night.

Thousands of stars followed, each burning fiercely in the brief moment between seconds.

The moon’s cold rays washed over the endless snowfield.

The thick smoke still coiled in the air, heavy with the stench of death.

Blood had frozen, solidifying into jagged ice.

Lifeless bodies, torn apart by explosions, littered the frozen wasteland.

Each shattered corpse was a stark reminder: peace had never existed here.

The law of survival had always been simple: the strong survive, the weak fall.

Civilization? Harmony? Beauty? Illusions. Mere facades built by the powerful to conceal the truth.

Only those at the top knew the unflinching reality. In the end, the strongest fist decided everything.

Moonlight glinted off Gustov’s trembling body, casting a ghostly glow.

His arm–the one that had thrown countless punishing strikes–swelled with visible damage.

He understood now.

Robin had barely used 30% of his power during their exchange.

Had Robin gone all out, Gustov would’ve been nothing but a smear of blood after the first punch.

Gustov’s fury erupted. “Divine Drakebane! Why didn’t you use your full strength? Are you trying to mock me?!”

Robin’s gaze flicked up, his eyebrow arched lazily.

“The reason I didn’t use everything I had,” he said smoothly, “is because I remember the bond you shared with my grandfather, Dragon Lord.”

“Twenty punches of mercy are over.”

“From now on, we fight for our own reasons.”

“Get ready. I won’t hold back.”

Gustov froze, his rage replaced by a flicker of respect..

eyes, a brief

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breath, gathering every

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through countless battles, clenched tighter, the force of 70 years

It.

like

frozen carth, leaving deep craters in his

every step, his massive

strike

moonlight, his hair

god of

the raw, deadly power of centuries

like a mountain, unshaken. With a single hand,

The impact was deafening.

crack tore through the

distant moon trembled, as if it, too, had felt the

hundred feet backward, his arm disintegrating

in motion, leaping through the air like a missile, charging for the fallen war

even brace himself, Robin’s fist slammed

sound of it

broad chest caved in with a sickening

from his mouth, staining the

deep crimson–like a blade stained with blood, lost in its

wrist, Robin sent Gustov’s nearly six–foot–five frame flying another 150 feet, crashing

fell

and deliberate, as he approached the struggling

was a countdown. A toll. A death bell

officials, frozen in place, felt

end of a

Cod of War shattered before

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hung in the air, thick as smoke, the calm

One spark. One mistake.

would crupt in a bloodbath that

his eyes sharp

heart pounded in his chest, out

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Zayden stepped in his way. “Mr. Morrison, think this through. Your arrogance

ran down Thomas’s

hit him. Divine Drakebane was no one a

unfolding was the fight of

risen through favors, had

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