Chapter 1219 The Hate That Eats at the Heart

• Jayce’s raw power might not match Nicholas Page’s, but he was done playing nice. No way in hell was he letting Nicholas Page get what he wanted.
• Jayce’s sword flashed faster and faster. He dodged the heavy hits, gave ground, then punched back in. That was his best shot.
• That deep-sea scepter weighed over three hundred pounds, like a mountain crashing down. Even two Jayces might not hold it off. Nicholas Page, hailed as Atlantis’s greatest warrior—clearly not just propaganda. Jayce knew the only path to victory was simple: play to his strengths, hit Nicholas’s weak spots. Bleed the man’s power dry while boosting his own.