Echo was still retreating when Overload appeared.
Not from the shadows. Not from the water. From above, descending like a bolt of lightning, his fist already crackling with red-tinged electricity.
Echo didn't have time to react.
His body was broken. His images were gone. His pride was shattered. He was just a man walking away from defeat, hoping to survive.
Overload's fist slammed into his chest.
CRACK.
The sound echoed across the arena.
Echo's body flew backward, slamming into the crystal barrier with bone-shattering force. His spine arched. His mouth opened in a silent scream. Then he slid down, limp, leaving a trail of blood on the glass.
He didn't move.
Overload landed gracefully.
His boots touched the stone. His posture was relaxed. His expression was calm.
He walked toward Echo's body.
Stood over it.
"Losers don't deserve to live."
His voice was cold. Flat. Without mercy.
"This world is for the brave and strong. For the proud and honorable."
