"Stage Three: Begin!"
The machine core pulsed again, and the orbs shot out with blazing speed.
Seenu and Max moved instantly.
Their hands blurred, slicing through the air with precision.
Steel clashed with the glowing orbs—slash! crack! whoosh!—each impact met with clean cuts.
Max gritted his teeth. "I thought this katana was old and rusty... it should've snapped by now!"
Yet it didn't. It carved through the reinforced orbs like they were paper.
The students watching murmured in disbelief.
"How's that blade still in one piece?"
"Third stage orbs should've cracked it!"
Aamir, arms folded, smirked.
"Believe me, that katana only looks rusty. It can cut through a Monarch-class beast like butter."
"What?!" a nearby student gasped, eyes wide.
The third round ended with a loud ding. Both participants stood steady, breathing calmly.
"Stage Four: Begin!"
This time, the pressure increased.
