Chapter 2316

The illusion around Luna collapsed inward, pressing hard from all directions. Her body jerked uncontrollably as she was thrown into the air, then slammed heavily onto the ground.

A massive black-and-white palm print came crashing down from above, aiming straight for her head.

She looked up and spat a mouthful of blood, anger flashing in her eyes as she twisted her body and narrowly dodged the strike. Even so, the shockwave hurled her across the arena.

Struggling to her feet, Luna wiped the blood from her mouth. Despite the pain, her expression carried a grim, almost beautiful fierceness.

Ezekiel smiled and was about to speak when he, too, coughed up a mouthful of blood. He staggered back two steps, nearly losing his balance.

His composed demeanor vanished instantly as he cursed under his breath, "Damn it!"

Luna said coldly, "Looks like maintaining The Dragon's Cyclone puts quite a burden on you, too! You can't use The Dragon's Cyclone freely yet, can you? While you did gain the upper hand by relying on Mr. Sloan's secret techniques, life and death between us? That remains to be seen."

Ezekiel gave a harsh snort. "What, Luna, do you really want a fight to the death? If so, then your Holtrien military would be ganging up on one man. That wouldn't be a challenge anymore; it'd just be dishonorable."

Luna turned and walked away. "Congratulations, you've passed. I concede! You're right, the Holtrien military won't gang up on you! Ezekiel, you have the ability, and you've earned my acknowledgment!"

Ezekiel secretly breathed a sigh of relief and immediately sat cross-legged on the spot to meditate and recover. Strictly speaking, their clash had ended in mutual damage, but with Luna conceding first, it was exactly what he wanted.

Meanwhile, Luna’s face was pale. Instead of resting immediately, she went straight to find Philip! "General Turman, I lost. I’m sorry for embarrassing you!"

The usually stern Philip was in unexpectedly high spirits. "Silly girl, who said you lost? Ezekiel is Sorya's future number one, and he was even using Waylon's The Dragon's Cyclone.

"Luna, you didn't lose… On the contrary, I’m very pleased to witness another step in your growth! Only by seeing the mountain can you know how high it is and eventually surpass it!"

Luna’s eyes were dazed. "But I still couldn’t stop Ezekiel! What do we do next? Do we just watch him…"

Philip raised his hand to cut her off. "Silly girl, you think your mentor sits here like a dead man? That brat thinks he can cause trouble under my watch? He's biting off more than he can chew. Go rest now. As for handling Ezekiel, I already have someone in mind. After this fight, your progress will be obvious to everyone."

Luna shook her head. "I don’t want to rest yet. I want to know who’s going to stop Ezekiel? Is it Conrad? Or… Andrew?"

Philip rubbed his temples and pointed at the office phone beside him. "See? I’m already calling in favors. That brat never gives me any respect. Out of all the lunatics in Chetvine, he’s the only one who dared tell me to get lost!"

Luna froze, her eyes widening. Someone told Philip to get lost? Even Conrad would not dare say that.

There was only one person reckless enough to do it: Andrew.