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- Tower Climber
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“Woooahhh!” shouted Max, falling through the air on the newly decapitated dragon head.
He quickly shadow blinked back onto the drake with Casey.
The climber president fell towards the ground once more, holding onto the dragon corpse as a landing pillow.
SMASH!
The climber president’s wolf mode began to disappear, his hair reversed back beneath his skin, and he morphed back into his normal human body.
Max and Casey flew down to the ground to check on him.
Healer climbers surrounded him.
“He’s dying,” shouted one.
“We need to use our highest level mending skills quickly,” shouted another.
“He’s sustained injuries all over,” shouted one more. “He’s not going to make it. The move he used. Wolf’s Rage. It’s incredibly deadly to the user.”
Max ran up to the climber president.
He couldn’t die. There was so much left for the man to tell him. They had their meeting arranged for after the tournament.
The climber president grabbed Max’s hand.
“The fight isn’t over yet, Mr. Rainhart,” said the president, coughing up blood. “Don’t waste my sacrifice.”
The old man then smiled oddly at him. “Only your unique ability might be able to save us now. Go!”
Max ran back to the drake, hopped onto it, and hurried across the city towards the arena.
Sakura, he thought to himself. Please hang in there.
107
Sakura lay on the ground, dying.
Blood was leaking out of her stomach. Her whole body ached.
“Any minute now,” said Samuel. “Bye bye Sakura and farewell to the tower-zone as you know it.”
Sakura squirmed. How was this man still alive after all her attacks? He barely had a scratch.
He walked up to her and kicked Sakura in the gut.
“Did you honestly think you could beat me?” asked Samuel. “I’m A-rank. You’re B-rank. There is a huge gulf between us in terms of power. You never stood a chance.”
He imbued mana into his feet and kicked her in her bleeding stomach once more.
She croaked and coughed out a huge gob of blood onto the dirt of the arena.
“I’m so sick of this city and its rules,” said Samuel. “I’m ushering in a new age where I make the rules and the first rule will be: the powerful can do whatever they like, including killing you.”
* * *
Max flew over the walls of the arena on the back of the drake.
Below him, he could see two figures. Samuel standing over Sakura. His mentor was dying on the ground.
Oh no, he thought. Am I too late?
* * *
Sakura squirmed on the ground. She moved her fingers gently in the dirt.
Good, she thought. She still had control over her hands. She was dying but she was not dead yet.