Chapter 243 The Heart To Victory

• The Mountain’s roar rolled like thunder, shaking the shattered ground beneath them. Cracks split wider as molten veins blazed beneath its skin of jagged stone and tangled roots. Its colossal form—half rock, half living fire—shuddered, and then, impossibly, it moved.
• Despite its towering bulk, the Mountain launched forward in a blur, as if gravity itself bent to its will. Its pillar-like legs coiled, then hurled it across the battlefield with the weight of a collapsing world.
• Twin blades, born from its own arms—jagged obsidian streaked with glowing magma—came cleaving down. The air split with a howl, and the ground erupted as the strike carved a canyon of fire through the arena floor. The impact sent shockwaves outward, boulders and molten shards exploding into the air like arrows of flame.