The Valkyrie Returns and Slays (Raven)

Chapter 170

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Raven stood silently on the sidelines, her gaze locked on Caleb's battered figure.

Despite the overwhelming disadvantage, the boy still gritted his teeth and fought with every last ounce of strength.

For the first time, a flicker of approval appeared in her usually indifferent eyes.

He was finally showing it-that ruthless will to fight like his life depended on it. During training, Caleb had always performed decently, but he'd lacked a vital edge: the ferocity to stake everything in a real battle.

Without that, he could never break into the ranks of the Elite Warriors.

But now, thanks to Jedidiah's relentless provocation, the blood in him had finally begun to boil.

This was exactly why she had purposely awarded Caleb the first Hundred-Man Unit slot-so Jedidiah would emerge from the shadows and set his sights on him.

As for Caleb's injuries, as long as he didn't die, she was fully confident she could have him back to full health within three days.

Meanwhile, Jedidiah was spiraling into a frenzy.

The moment Caleb's teeth sank deep into his leg, his strikes turned savage.

Crack after crack echoed as Caleb's bones fractured under the assault.

His body was now a mess of blood and broken limbs, his breaths shallow and fading.

But even then, his jaws refused to unclench.

"Someone help him!"

"Get him out of there-now!"

"Hell no. This is our land, and I'll be damned if some punk from Sunset Empire thinks he can run wild here!"

to Jedidiah's repeated mentions of the Vyrdenian monarch,

about to watch one of their own be beaten to death

were about to leap into action, a sudden voice rang out from the courtyard gates-cold/sharp, and impossible to

"Enough."

single word sliced through the chaos

froze and turned toward the source

a procession of over a

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each one emanating an

the group were two middle-aged men

the pristine white uniform of Sunset Empire's military, the insignia on his chest identifying him as

one spared him more than a

eyes were drawn instead to the man beside him-dressed in Vyrdenia Military's highest-grade

several onlookers in

no

Vyrdenia Military, and more importantly, the younger

all of Vyrdenia, few

lounging indifferently until now, rose instinctively from

flickered in

his sharp gaze fell on the bruised,

and spoke, his voice calm but layered with

spared him a glance and showed no

at his side stepped forward with a smile and said, "Mr. Macy, Vyrdenia claims to be a land of civility and decorum. Before you order my soldier to stand down, shouldn't this Vyrdenian fighter kneel and apologize for his

"Kneel?" Benson's eyes narrowed.

"Without even clarifying the situation, you want my people to kneel and beg? Tell me, Mr. Ortega, does Sunset

Ortega's face in an

head, throwing

replied, voice solemn, "I only wanted to test this so-called number one pick for your Hundred- Man Unit. But it turns out... he's trash. In fact, I'd go as far as to say

to mind his soldier's blatant