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Now he’d mucked up the entire operation.
It looked as if they were going to have to improvise.
* * *
Max watched the dust settle.
Through the dust, he saw the figure of his opponent get off the ground.
“It looks like Cyrus Archer is getting up! The boy is not down for the count just yet!”
One punch would have been too easy. On the bright side, Max thought to himself: I might get to punch Cyrus in the face a second time.
Max rushed the Archer boy once more with a raised fist.
He sprinted towards Cyrus, closing the gap that separated them.
“Max! Max! Max!” cheered the crowd.
Now that he knew how low Cyrus’ endurance stat was, it was all a matter of sneaking in one more devastating hit.
Max rushed towards Cyrus but then suddenly found himself frozen mid-step.
What!? he thought. Why can’t I move!?
Cyrus snickered in front of him.
Had Cyrus paralyzed him somehow? Was this his trait ability?
“You idiot,” said Cyrus. “Did you really think you could beat me?”
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Samuel sighed with relief as he watched the battle down below.
Cyrus was back on his feet. The plan was slowly getting back on track.
“It looks like Max will have to fight a bit more for his victory,” smiled Sakura at Samuel.
The insolent woman, Samuel thought. She dared to mock him and his family. Just wait. Her time would soon be coming to an end.
“Your pupil is very talented,” said Samuel. “But don’t forget my boy has been in the tower-zone all his life. Max may have dealt the first blow, but he’s still the underdog.”
He looked out the window and grinned at the red-haired boy, squirming on the ground.
C’mon now, Cyrus, stop toying with this boy and initiate the plan.
* * *
Max squirmed, frozen in place.
He willed himself with all of his might to move forward and yet he was completely stuck, as if he’d been glued to the ground.
What’s happening to me? Max thought with a new found panic.
The audience had grown silent. They were in awe at the turn of events. They waited now with bated breath to see what happened next.
How had Cyrus paralyzed him like this? There must be some kind of trick to escape this power?
Cyrus smirked and started slowly walking towards Max.
The blond-haired boy reached into his pocket and pulled out a long silver scalpel.
The crowd gasped.
What was Cyrus going to do with that scalpel?
“You know why the Archer family is the most powerful family in all of the tower-zone?” said Cyrus. “Because we can see what lies beneath the skin of each and every person. I can see the very vessels that carry your blood. I can see your heart beating. Faster now as I approach you.”
Cyrus was revealing himself to be the psychopath Max had always suspected him of being.