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Chapter 146: Let the Games Begin
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... ne moment, Jinway the Silverscale stood there, frozen mid-step, his mouth still trying to form the word how—and the next, the Stitched Man’s maul descended like the judgment of some bored god who had grown tired of waiting for permission.
There was no flourish, no roar, no display of power—just one single swing. A dull, wet sound followed, and suddenly the Fishman ceased to be a person and became something far less dignified.
The sand where he’d stood erupted into a cloud of red ...
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