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. Yun-Jin turned just as he reached her, her pink strand wrapping around his wrist and yanking him off balance. With a fluid motion, she spun and kicked him squarely in the chest, sending him flying back into his companion.

"Last chance," she said, her voice steady but laced with an undeniable threat. "Leave now, or you won't get back up."

The two remaining fighters scrambled to their feet, their confidence shattered. Without a word, they turned and fled, their forms disappearing into the shadows of the arena. Yun-Jin exhaled softly, her aura settling as she turned her attention back to Osalf.

He hadn't moved during the fight, his blade still raised and his stance unwavering. But his eyes told a different story—there was no fear in them, but a spark of something sharper, more calculating.

"You've improved," Osalf said, his voice calm but measured. "I'll give you that. But you're still no match for me."

Yun-Jin stepped forward, her pink strand flaring as it coiled around her arm like a living thing. "Let's find out," she said simply.

Osalf didn't waste time with further words. He lunged forward, his blade humming with energy as he swung it in a wide arc. Yun-Jin dodged, her movements precise as she closed the gap between them. Her fist shot out, colliding with his chest and forcing him back a step, but he recovered quickly, countering with a rapid thrust.

The battle became a blur of motion, their strikes clashing with an intensity that left the spectators breathless. Osalf's blade glowed brighter with each swing, his precision unmatched as he aimed for Yun-Jin's weak points. But she matched him blow for blow, her pink strand weaving around her like a shield and a weapon, deflecting his strikes and retaliating with her own.

For a moment, the battlefield seemed to shrink, the world narrowing to just the two of them.

Yun-Jin moved like a blur, her pink strand flaring as it coiled and whipped with each precise step she took toward Osalf. His strikes were relentless, his blade moving in sharp arcs that hummed with energy. But she was faster, weaving through the onslaught with fluidity, her light manipulation creating momentary bursts that disoriented him.

Osalf gritted his teeth, his frustration growing with each missed strike. He lunged forward, his blade aimed at her midsection, but Yun-Jin sidestepped and countered with a swift kick to his knee. The impact forced him to stagger, and she capitalized, bringing her elbow down on his shoulder with a sharp crack.

"Is this all you've got?" Yun-Jin said, her voice steady but cutting. She jumped back as Osalf swung upward, his blade slicing through the air just inches from her face.

"You'll regret underestimating me," Osalf snapped, his free hand glowing faintly as energy began to build around him. He raised it sharply, sending a shockwave toward her. Yun-Jin skidded back, bracing herself against the force as her pink strand coiled tighter around her.

"I don't underestimate you," she said, her tone unwavering. "I just know I'm better."

Osalf snarled, his aura flaring as he raised his blade high. The ground trembled beneath them as he brought it down, a wave of energy exploding outward. Yun-Jin leapt into the air, her light manipulation propelling her upward as the wave passed harmlessly beneath her. She landed with a roll, her pink strand extending outward as she struck the ground with her fist.

The battlefield lit up as a pillar of light erupted from the point of impact, the energy slamming into Osalf's midsection and sending him flying backward. He hit the ground hard, his blade clattering to the side as he struggled to his feet. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, but his smirk remained intact.

"You think that's enough?" Osalf said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He snapped his fingers, the sound sharp and deliberate. "It's already over."

Yun-Jin's eyes narrowed as she felt a shift in the air around her. She spun just in time to see an explosion rip through the space where she stood. The force was immense, a swirling mass of energy and debris meant to consume her entirely. But instead of being caught in the blast, she moved—an almost imperceptible flicker of light enveloping her as she darted forward through the chaos.

Osalf's smirk faltered as Yun-Jin emerged from the explosion, her knee slamming into his face with bone-rattling force. The impact sent him sprawling to the ground, his blade spinning out of reach as he clutched his nose in pain.

Yun-Jin didn't hesitate. She planted her foot on his chest, pinning him to the ground as her pink strand flared brighter than ever. Her hand raised, fingers outstretched in a knife-hand stance, glowing with focused energy. She pressed the edge of her glowing hand to his throat, her eyes locked onto his with unrelenting intensity. Your journey continues with My Virtual Library Empire

"It's over," Yun-Jin said, her voice low but resolute. Her fingers trembled slightly, but her determination never wavered.

Osalf glared up at her, blood dripping down his face as he sneered. "You don't have it in you," he said, his voice laced with defiance. "You're weak, just like the rest of them."

Yun-Jin's jaw tightened, but she didn't strike—not yet. Her glowing hand hovered just above Osalf's throat, the energy radiating from it casting a faint light over his bloodied face. His smirk faltered for the briefest moment, replaced by something closer to apprehension.

"What's the matter?" he taunted, though his voice lacked its usual sharpness. "Can't do it? I thought you were better than this."

Yun-Jin's pink strand flared again, the intensity of the light making Osalf wince as she pressed her weight further onto his chest. "You've done nothing but tear this world apart," she said, her voice calm but cold. "You don't deserve mercy."

Her hand tensed, the energy around it growing sharper, but before she could move, a faint ripple of energy caught her attention. She glanced to the side, her focus shifting as a strange sensation washed over her.

Meanwhile.