Chapter 792 – Impulse [Part 2]
The Wrath noble threw another heavy strike.
Lux sidestepped.
And this time… He struck.
Not flashy.
Not dramatic.
A clean palm strike to the stomach.
Perfect timing.
Right at the breath disruption window.
[Critical Hit!]
The Wrath noble's eyes widened.
Air left his lungs violently.
Lux followed immediately, short elbow to the jaw.
Controlled.
Precise.
The larger demon staggered.
Dropped to one knee.
The arena fell quiet.
Lux stepped back.
Hands relaxed at his sides.
Breathing steady.
Not even slightly winded.
The Wrath noble tried to rise.
Failed.
Coughed.
The Envy field wavered for half a second.
Lux looked down at his opponent calmly. "You overcommit," he said quietly. "And you lead with your right shoulder."
No arrogance.
Just observation.
Then he looked up at the others.
"Next?"
Casual.
Almost bored.
