baam and khun

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The Colosseum of Shadows – Floor 63

The 63rd floor had one rule: Only those who win 10 consecutive fights in the Coliseum get to go up. No teams. One by one.

Khun looked at the list. “Number 3 is from the Lo Po Bia family. He controls Shinsu beasts. Bad matchup for you.”

Baam bandaged his knuckles. “And what about you?”

“For me, every match is a bad one if I can’t plan,” Khun said with a smirk. “So today we’re improvising.”

Fight 1: Baam vs. Rak hallucinating The Colosseum projected fears. Baam entered and saw Rak bleeding. “You stupid turtle, you abandoned me!” shouted the fake Rak, lunging forward with a spear. Baam blocked with his forearm. Black Shinsu erupted. “You’re not real,” Baam said, and pierced him. “The real Rak would call me ‘turtle’ before attacking.” The dream was shattered. 1-0.

Fight 5: Khun vs. Arie Hon Junior Khun coughed up blood. The swordsman was fast. Too fast. “Are you tired already, puppet of the Khun family?” mocked the Arie, his sword millimeters from his neck. Khun spat blood onto the ground. “No. I was just counting.” “Counting what?” "Your steps. You take 3 before each side cut. Predictable." He threw his suitcase. The ice caught Arie's ankle for half a second. Enough time for Khun to put a lighthouse to his face and electrocute him. 5-0.

Final fight: Baam and Khun vs. The Guardian of the Colosseum Trap. The floor changed the rules. Two against the Guardian, or no one goes up. The Guardian was 4 meters tall. Skin of steel, dense shinsu.

Khun shouted, running: “Baam, left! Its core is exposed 2 seconds after roaring!” "How do you know that?!" "I don't know! But if I don't guess, he'll kill us both!"

Baam held a lotus flower in his right hand. The Guardian roared. “Now!” Khun shouted.

Baam launched the attack. The Guardian spun around and the blow only grazed him. He fell to his knees, exhausted. “I failed,” Baam murmured.

The Guardian raised his fist to crush Khun. Khun didn't close his eyes. "Hey, Baam. If I die, burn my body."

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The Colosseum of Shadows – Floor 63

The 63rd floor had one rule: Only those who win 10 consecutive fights in the Coliseum get to go up. No teams. One by one.

Khun looked at the list. “Number 3 is from the Lo Po Bia family. He controls Shinsu beasts. Bad matchup for you.”

Baam bandaged his knuckles. “And what about you?”

“For me, every match is a bad one if I can’t plan,” Khun said with a smirk. “So today we’re improvising.”

Fight 1: Baam vs. Rak hallucinating The Colosseum projected fears. Baam entered and saw Rak bleeding. “You stupid turtle, you abandoned me!” shouted the fake Rak, lunging forward with a spear. Baam blocked with his forearm. Black Shinsu erupted. “You’re not real,” Baam said, and pierced him. “The real Rak would call me ‘turtle’ before attacking.” The dream was shattered. 1-0.

Fight 5: Khun vs. Arie Hon Junior Khun coughed up blood. The swordsman was fast. Too fast. “Are you tired already, puppet of the Khun family?” mocked the Arie, his sword millimeters from his neck. Khun spat blood onto the ground. “No. I was just counting.” “Counting what?” "Your steps. You take 3 before each side cut. Predictable." He threw his suitcase. The ice caught Arie's ankle for half a second. Enough time for Khun to put a lighthouse to his face and electrocute him. 5-0.

Final fight: Baam and Khun vs. The Guardian of the Colosseum Trap. The floor changed the rules. Two against the Guardian, or no one goes up. The Guardian was 4 meters tall. Skin of steel, dense shinsu.

Khun shouted, running: “Baam, left! Its core is exposed 2 seconds after roaring!” "How do you know that?!" "I don't know! But if I don't guess, he'll kill us both!"

Baam held a lotus flower in his right hand. The Guardian roared. “Now!” Khun shouted.

Baam launched the attack. The Guardian spun around and the blow only grazed him. He fell to his knees, exhausted. “I failed,” Baam murmured.

The Guardian raised his fist to crush Khun. Khun didn't close his eyes. "Hey, Baam. If I die, burn my body."