The Cursed Extra: Bloodline of Sacrifice-Chapter 143: The Breaking Point

The battlefield was shifting.

Vera was out.

And that changed everything.

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Caspian felt the weight of it sink into his gut. The moment the buzz of Vera's elimination rang across the arena, Team Void moved like a machine with a missing restriction—pushing harder, striking faster, overwhelming every gap left in Team-Z's defense.

It was five against four now.

Kairos was the next target.

And Caspian knew it.

CLACK-CLACK-CLACK-CLACK

Caspian's blocked Marcus' relentless assault.

He could see the shift happening.

Seraph, the brawler with Burst Step, flickered in and out of vision, his short-range teleportation making him an unpredictable menace.

Varren, the spear user, stood as a wall between Caspian and Kairos.

Aegis, the barrier user, was reinforcing gaps, his shields appearing at the perfect moment.

Zane, the artillery mage, was setting up. His orbs of Explosive Convergence hovered ominously in the air, waiting for the moment to lock onto Kairos.

And Marcus—the unrelenting force of destruction—was keeping Caspian in check.

Caspian gritted his teeth.

They weren't just targeting Kairos.

They were isolating him.

"Kairos—move!" Caspian barked, lunging forward to intercept Seraph as he teleported toward the long-ranged fighter.

Too late.

Kairos barely managed to dodge the first strike before another figure blurred into position—Varren's spear thrust toward his ribs.

Kairos parried, but the moment his attack connected, the worst possible thing happened—

Kinetic Counter activated.

A ripple of force erupted from Varren's spear, reversing the impact and doubling it back toward Kairos.

THUD!

It hit him like a hammer.

Kairos stumbled, his combat suit taking a heavy shock. One of his capsules cracked but didn't burst—yet.

One more solid hit and he was out.

Caspian clenched his jaw.

He moved.

The moment Marcus' axe came for him again, he pivoted—letting it graze past him. His body twisted as he lowered his stance—like a predator about to pounce.

A surge of raw, untamed force erupted within him.

His muscles coiled. His heartbeat roared. His vision narrowed onto one single target.

Feral Charge.

Caspian launched himself forward with inhuman acceleration.

A blur.

A storm.

A beast breaking free.

His entire body became a projectile—slamming straight into Seraph mid-teleport.

A sharp CRACK echoed as the impact sent the brawler spiraling backward.

The suit's first capsule burst on contact.

[Seraph – 2 Capsules Remaining.]

Caspian barely had time to breathe before he followed through—his instincts taking over, moving before he could think.

Another strike. Another charge. Another push.

If he could keep this up—if he could disrupt their coordination—Kairos could escape, reposition, retaliate—

But then he felt it.

A sudden, heavy force weighing down on him.

Shit.

Marcus was already behind him.

And the axe was already swinging.

Caspian barely managed to shift his body before the weapon came down—too fast, too strong.

THUD!

It slammed against his left shoulder—sending a bone-shaking impact through his entire body.

His first capsule shattered.

[Caspian – 2 Capsules Remaining.]

His vision blurred from the force, but his mind sharpened.

Pain.

Pain was nothing.

The fight wasn't over.

"Not yet." Caspian growled through gritted teeth, twisting his stance to retaliate—

But Varren's spear was already incoming.

Too fast.

Too precise.

Caspian lifted his arms to block, but he knew—

He wouldn't make it.

And in that moment—

"MOVE!"

Kairos was suddenly there.

His hands glowed, the air around them distorting.

Wave Distortion—Full Release.

A pulse erupted outward, redirecting Varren's spear just enough to miss its mark.

For a split second, it looked like they had a chance to turn it around.

But Team Void was merciless.

Caspian barely caught his breath before a bright red glow flared in his peripheral vision.

Zane.

His Explosive Convergence was finally ready.

The orbs twisted mid-air, honing in on Kairos with deadly precision.

There was no time to dodge.

No time to counter.

Caspian lunged to push him away—

Too late.

The orbs struck.

BOOM!

One.

Two.

Three.

Each impact detonated against Kairos, bursting his remaining capsules in rapid succession.

[Kairos – Eliminated.]

A heavy silence followed the explosion.

Caspian's breath came in short, sharp gasps. His fingers curled into fists.

Damn it.

He looked around.

Kairos was gone.

Vera was gone.

That left just him, Lyrius, and Calenthir against all five members of Team Void.

A nightmare scenario.

And the worst part?

It was his fault.

If he had been stronger. Faster. Smarter.

Kairos might still be here.

A bitter taste filled his mouth.

Caspian hated losing.

And yet—

They were losing.

Marcus rolled his shoulders, casually resting his axe against his shoulder as he exhaled.

"Two down," he muttered. "Three left."

Varren,Zane and now Aegis against Calenthir and Lyrius.

.

Caspian exhaled slowly.

Kairos was gone.

Are they going to lose this.

The thought clawed at the back of his mind.

But there was still a fight to win.

His body ached, his left shoulder still numb from Marcus' last strike.

Marcus—the walking mountain of an axe-wielding menace—stood before him. Caspian could still feel the weight of their last exchange, the raw force behind every swing of that weapon.

Marcus wasn't just strong.

He was relentless.

And that's why he had to go next.

Marcus met Caspian's stare, resting the massive axe against his shoulder.

"Damn, you're still standing?" he mused, rolling his neck. "Guess you're tougher than you look."

Caspian didn't respond.

Marcus was the single largest threat in direct combat.

His strength alone made him a problem, but it was his sheer stamina that made him overwhelming.

He wasn't the fastest or the most technical, but he could keep swinging long after others would've burned out.

A war of attrition against him was suicide.

Which meant Caspian had to end it. Fast.

Seraph, still recovering from the earlier Feral Charge, positioned himself nearby, his stance slightly off-balance.

One of his capsules was already go.

.

Caspian surged forward, his footwork light.

Marcus was ready, expecting a frontal clash—so Caspian didn't give him one.

Instead of meeting Marcus head-on, Caspian feinted left—then cut sharply right.

Too fast. Too sudden.

Marcus' axe whiffed through empty air.

And in that split-second opening, Caspian attacked.

BAM!

His fist drove into Marcus' ribs—with precision.

The impact struck just beneath his floating rib, a weak spot that momentarily disrupted his balance.

Marcus grunted, his footing staggering—

And Caspian capitalized.

His fingers curled into Marcus' wrist, twisting sharply.

The axe wobbled.

Seraph was already moving in to counter.

Caspian saw the flicker—the telltale shimmer of Burst Step activating.

Not this time.

Before Seraph could teleport—

Lyrius.

A flash of silver blitzed across the battlefield.

Lyrius' rapier carved a crescent arc, striking mid-air—exactly where Seraph reappeared.

A direct hit.

Seraph's second capsule shattered.

[Seraph – 1 Capsule Remaining.]

He barely had time to recover before Calenthir followed up, her twin daggers flickering like wraiths, forcing Seraph back.

For the first time, Team Void looked shaken.

.

Marcus growled, shaking off the brief stagger, his massive axe swinging in a brutal arc.

Too wide. Too slow.

Caspian ducked low, letting the weapon carve empty space above his head.

He surged up inside Marcus' reach, slamming his elbow into the bigger fighter's chin—snapping his head back.

Marcus stumbled.

His grip loosened.

Now.

Caspian's fingers curled around Marcus' wrist—and he wrenched it forward.

Not a push.

A full-bodied takedown.

Marcus' own momentum betrayed him, and for the first time—

He fell.

The axe hit the ground first.

Marcus hit second.

And Caspian—

Caspian drove his knee straight into Marcus' chest.

The shockwave of impact was brutal.

Marcus' final capsule shattered beneath the force.

[Marcus – Eliminated.]

A deep silence followed.

Then—

A sharp, electric buzz as Marcus' body vanished from the battlefield.

Caspian exhaled.

One down.

Four to go.