Chapter 75 — I am.
The duel between Kaden and Kenan was over.
The crowd had already gone back to their lives.
Some were thrilled—shouting, laughing, counting their winnings after betting on Kaden. Others were pissed off, muttering curses at their luck, at Kenan, even at fate itself.
But even as they walked off to their everyday grind…
They couldn't shut up.
Couldn't stop talking about that duel.
Couldn't stop talking about the youngest Warborn who controlled blood.
Couldn't stop talking about the youngest Warborn with his sword.
Couldn't stop talking about… The Crimson Sword.
Kaden's name didn't just rise. It surged. Among the commoners, the adventurers, the low-level fighters—he became a name you didn't forget.
And it might've stayed just a street legend if he'd beaten a nobody.
But the one he beat wasn't just anybody.
It was the heir of the FireBorn.
And so… the ones with power began to take notice.
And among them, naturally…
The FireBorn themselves.
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