Chapter 22 - The Rematch Everyone Wanted
The Tribunal arena looked like a corporate conference room designed by psychopaths.
White marble.
Leather seats.
A combat platform surrounded by executives drinking tea.
Blake entered wearing gold armor under a tailored suit.
Mason wore sweatpants.
"You couldn't dress properly?" Blake asked.
"I got fired before the uniform stipend."
The bell rang.
Blake attacked with Golden Share Fist, a Mercer technique powered by stored family fortune.
Last time, Mason could barely see him move.
Now every strike dragged a bright thread.
Mason stepped between them.
Empty Pocket Step.
Blake missed.
Again.
Again.
His confidence turned to anger.
"Stand still!"
"Terrible martial arts advice."
Blake poured more fortune into one huge punch.
Mason saw the hidden red chain connecting the technique to the Mercer Fate Well.
Debt-Cutting Palm struck the chain instead of Blake.
Snap.
The golden fist collapsed.
Blake punched himself in the face with his own redirected momentum.
He hit the floor.
Silence.
Then Tasha screamed from the audience.
"DISHWASHER SUPREMACY!"
Mason wanted to disappear.
[VICTORY.]
[FORTUNE +31.]
[PUBLIC HUMILIATION OF REGISTERED OPPRESSOR: BONUS +10.]
Blake looked up, bleeding and furious.
"My father will destroy you."
A man in the executive seats stood.
Victor Mercer.
He smiled at Mason.
"No," he said. "I think I'll buy him."
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