The Cursed Extra: Bloodline of Sacrifice-Chapter 118: Entrance Exam [18] 2 vs 2

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The battlefield was a ruin of broken ground.

The invisible cameras caught every detail.

And now, the last battles were reaching their climax.

Marin staggered back, her breathing ragged, her body covered in deep bruises and cuts.

She had fought fiercely, her relentless onslaught nearly overwhelming Vynesaa. But nearly wasn’t enough.

Vynesaa’s eyes glowed faintly, her breath heavy, her body trembling from overexertion.

Her fingers were broken, her right hand barely able to move.

Yet, she gritted her teeth, gripping her blade with her left.

Marin saw it—the madness in Vynesaa’s eyes, the refusal to fall, the absolute hunger for victory.

Then—a greenish arc painted the air.

Marin’s body stiffened before she collapsed, her sword slipping from her fingers as she hit the ground.

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A deep slash across her torso marked her defeat.

Vynesaa exhaled sharply, her knees almost giving out beneath her.

She had won.

On the other hand—

Calenthir wasn’t winning.

She was surviving.

Raidon was relentless, his strikes like a storm, his spear moving like a serpent ready to pierce through flesh.

Calenthir’s left arm was shattered, limp at her side.

Her movements were slowing.

She barely dodged another piercing thrust—but she knew.

One more attack, and she was done.

Then, a blur from the side—

Lyrius.

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THUD!

The moment Raidon turned, Lyrius crashed into him like a meteor, tackling him to the ground.

"What the—" Raidon barely had time to react before Lyrius’ fists slammed into him.

One. Two. Three.

The strikes came down like a hammer, breaking bone, tearing flesh.

Raidon roared, swinging his spear wildly.

It hit Lyrius square in the ribs, cracking at least two of his bones.

Lyrius coughed blood. He didn’t care.

With a brutal stomp, he crushed Raidon’s wrist, making the spear drop.

And then—Calenthir moved.

The finishing blow.

Calenthir blade plunged deep into Raidon’s chest.

The fight was over.

.

Caspian stood, blood pouring from the stump where his arm used to be.

His face was pale.

He wasn’t trembling.

He wasn’t panicking.

He had already accepted the pain.

But Vynesaa—

Vynesaa was not calm.

She rushed toward him, stumbling from exhaustion, her broken fingers twitching as she reached out.

Her hands hovered, unable to properly grab him, trembling in helpless fury.

"Your hand… I—" Her voice cracked.

"Who did it?" Her voice was cold."Darian?."

Caspian glanced at her, unreadable.

Her pupils contracted.

She wanted to kill someone.

Caspian’s gaze softened for just a second. "I’m fine."

Liar.

.

The last four fighters stood, barely holding themselves together.

Caspian – One arm gone. Two fractured ribs. Blood loss, but still standing.

Vynesaa – Right hand unusable. Fingers shattered.

Lyrius – Several bones fractured. Black bruises covering his torso.

Calenthir – Left arm shattered.

But none of that mattered.

Not now.

All of them wanted to win.

All of them refused to lose.

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Now it was—

Two vs. Two.

Caspian and Vynesaa vs. Lyrius and Calenthir.

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Caspian exhaled slowly, gripping Bloodmoon tightly in his remaining left hand.

His ribs ached, fractured from earlier blows.

Across from him, Lyrius.

Beside Lyrius, Calenthir wiped blood from her lips. Her dominant arm hung uselessly at her side.

And Vynesaa—

She stood just a step behind Caspian.

Caspian knew they were all at their limits.

And that’s exactly what made them dangerous.

He turned his head slightly toward Vynesaa, his voice a rasp.

"Do exactly what I say."

Vynesaa’s breath hitched. Then, slowly, she nodded.

For once, she trusted him completely.

And then—

The final battle began.

Calenthir moved first.

She kicked off the ground, as she lunged at Caspian portals forming in her route to make it unpredictable.

She was fast, even with a broken arm, her movement unpredictable as she closed the distance.

Caspian barely managed to parry—

CLANG!

The impact rattled his bones. His left-handed grip on Bloodmoon wasn’t as strong, and the force of her strike nearly sent it flying.

Damn—!

Before he could recover, Lyrius was already there.

A fist smashed into his ribs.

CRACK.

Caspian’s vision blurred, pain blooming in his side like wildfire.

His knees buckled—

But lyrius’ sword was already coming down.

Caspian barely twisted in time, but the shockwave of the attack still sent him skidding backward.

He coughed. Blood splattered onto the dirt.

But he had no time to breathe.

Calenthir was on him again, her sword slashing in rapid succession—

One cut—two—three—

Caspian’s body screamed.

Blood dripped from fresh wounds, his already battered form pushed beyond its limit.

Vynesaa wasn’t idle.

The moment Caspian was forced onto the defensive, she struck.

Her broken fingers barely obeyed her, but she forced her magic through sheer willpower.

Thick thorned vines erupted from the ground, twisting toward Lyrius like snakes.

He barely had time to react before they lashed out, wrapping around his already-fractured arm—

SNAP!

Lyrius screamed.

His bone, already cracked, shattered completely.

But even through the pain, his rage remained.

He ripped through the vines with brute force, his sword tearing through Vynesaa’s defenses.

And then—

A portal formed and Lyrius was infront of Vynesaa.

SMACK!

He punched her directly in the face.

Her head snapped back.

She stumbled.

Lyrius followed through, his knee slamming into her gut.

She choked on her breath, but before he could hit her again—

Caspian was there.

His sword found its mark.

A deep slash across Lyrius’ ribs.

Lyrius gritted his teeth, refusing to fall, his willpower monstrous.

But Caspian knew his weakness.

Lyrius was not the strongest alone.

He was strong with Calenthir.

And now—

She was his next target.

Caspian turned just in time to see her move.

Calenthir had one chance.

She knew she wasn’t going to last.

Her body was breaking.

Her breathing was ragged.

But she refused to die without taking one of them down.

And the only one not focused on her…

Was Vynesaa.

With the last of her strength, Calenthir lunged toward her, sword raised.

Vynesaa, still dizzy, barely registered it in time.

But Caspian did.

And he made his choice.

His grip on Bloodmoon tightened.

With one final movement—

He drove his sword straight through Calenthir’s chest.

Her body jerked.

Her sword fell from her fingers.

Her breath came out in a ragged whisper.

She stared at Caspian.

A look of disbelief… then understanding.

Then—

She collapsed.

Her lifeless body hit the ground.

The battlefield fell into silence.

Lyrius froze.

For a moment, he didn’t breathe.

He couldn’t.

His gaze locked onto Calenthir’s motionless form.

The one person who had always been by his side.

The one person he promised to win this exam with.

Gone.

The realization sunk in.

Something inside him broke.

He clenched his fists, his entire body shaking.

And then—

He snapped.

A roar ripped from his throat.

He moved with one purpose.

To kill Caspian.

To destroy him.

Caspian barely raised his sword before Lyrius was already upon him.

And in that moment, as the battle reached its final breaking point—

Everything descended into chaos.

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