Beyond the Gate: The Last Gozzaki - Capítulo 68

68: Beyond the Gate: The Last Gozzaki Chapter 62: The Falling Giants 68: Beyond the Gate: The Last Gozzaki Chapter 62: The Falling Giants Beyond the Gate: The Last Gozzaki Chapter 62: The Falling Giants The arena was slick with blood, and the crowd’s cheers had turned into gasps of horror.

A new USA knight, Kenji the Swift, entered the ring with a massive surge of soul energy.

He radiated “swag,” his aura literally cracking the concrete beneath him.

But in the next heartbeat—SHINK!

Kenji’s head spun through the air before his body even hit the ground.

Standing behind him was Takeo, the previous winner, wiping his blade.

“Aura is just a show,” Takeo muttered.

“To win here, you need the power to actually end a life.” “Enough talk!” a voice boomed.

From the Indian tunnel, an S-Rank knight named Vikram the Mirage stepped out.

The fight began instantly.

Takeo lunged, but Vikram moved with an eerie grace.

Suddenly, two identical versions of Vikram appeared—clones.

The three Vikrams surrounded Takeo, their palms glowing.

“Triple Solar Beam!” they shouted in unison.

Three blinding pillars of white light converged on Takeo.

The explosion filled the arena with smoke.

When it cleared, the center of the ring was empty.

“Behind you,” a voice whispered.

Takeo had used a burst of speed to appear behind the real Vikram.

He swung his sword for a decapitation, but his blade passed right through—it was another clone.

The real Vikram appeared above him, driving a soul-infused spear through Takeo’s heart.

JAPAN’S FIGHTER: DECEASED.

The USA was down to its final hope: Ares, the God of War.

Rumors said he was secretly an X-Rank knight.

He walked out with a presence that silenced the stadium.

But the fight was over before the announcer could even finish his name.

Ares fell.

His throat was slit, and his body slumped into the dirt.

“What…

what just happened?!” the Chairman shouted, standing up.

“Ares was our strongest benchmark!

How could he be eliminated so easily?” “He was slow,” Yujo said, his eyes narrowed as he watched the Indian team.

“Wait until I get in there.

I’ll show them what real speed looks like.” With the USA officially eliminated, only four nations remained: Japan, Pakistan, India, and South Korea.

[The Gozzaki Residence – Living Room] Maki, Kim, and Kage were huddled on the sofa, snacks forgotten on the table.

The TV screen was a blur of violence.

‘Xyron…

please,’ Maki thought, her heart racing.

‘I told him not to go.

Last year, every Japanese knight who entered that ring was killed.

Stay home, brother.

We don’t need the glory.’ [The Arena Stands] High up in the back row of the stadium, a figure sat perfectly still.

He wore a heavy black hoodie and dark trousers, his face and upper body completely obscured by a black cloth wrap.

He looked like a “Don” from the underworld, radiating a cold, silent pressure.

He watched the matches with hollow eyes.

To him, these “S-Rank” knights looked like children playing with wooden sticks.

Down in the ring, the Indian team wasn’t finished.

Vikram let out a roar.

“Is there no one left who can challenge the pride of India?!” A gate on the side opened, and a massive man walked out.

He was Rudra the Titan, an Indian knight built like a professional bodybuilder, his muscles shimmering with a bronze soul-aura.

He looked at the remaining Japanese bench and spat.

“Send me your best, or send me your corpses.

It makes no difference to me.” Editor’s Comment: The USA is out.

Japan is on the verge of total humiliation.

Rudra and Vikram have turned the Mega Fight into an Indian showcase.

The Chairman is desperate, and Maki is terrified.

But the “Don” in the stands has seen enough.

Xyron is here, but he isn’t entering as a knight—he’s entering as the storm that will swallow them all.

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