958 Planned Ahead

In a mesmerizing display of dominance, Kahn had effectively controlled the tide of the battle against Zolvik, all while maintaining an air of detachment.

While Zolvik had desperately thrown his most potent attacks, Kahn had repelled them without so much as a flinch, much less an injury.

Seated upon his throne, Kahn directed his gaze towards his flustered opponent. With an air of casual curiosity, he questioned Zolvik's remaining arsenal.

"Do you have any more tricks?" his voice was composed, betraying none of the intensity that lay beneath.

Zolvik, caught between frustration and wariness, sought to understand the enigma before him.

"You… Why are you still unscathed? What kind of trick is this?" His demeanor was cautious, as his earlier confidence had crumbled against the reality of Kahn's apparent invulnerability.

"Not a trick. It's a Plot Armor." Kahn's response was as nonchalant as ever.