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Shambala Sect 46

“Where did that little rat sneak away to?” Boksa was looking everywhere for Lirzod, his veins tumefied, and skin reddened from rage. His eyes, cheeks, and lips bloated and blackened with every passing second, owing to distress. Not far away from him, Divas and Fimbry were also doing the same thing, except that their targets also included Burton and Sariyu, and they didn’t strike to the eyes as woebegone as Boksa. “I was sure they took off in this direction,” Divas scanned around, feeling the presence of things to some distance all around him, despite a lot of fog fattening his surroundings, but he still couldn’t find much that would help him reach the three youngsters.

Shambala Sect 45

Breaths turned almost as silvery as the fog began to bit by bit freeze everything it made contact with, including the water surface of the ice dumpster; the wind and water together chilled people's bodies, not leaving any spots warm—not even the hairy ones. Colder than the cold before dawn, the scenery for those who could see it and feel it was both beautiful and blood-curdling. Lost in the fog, most men suffered a similar fate—thrashed to the hilt, for Hardy Brothers took them out like snakes do frogs in a murky pond. Those who sensed the movements of Hardy Brothers in advance either tried to make a break for it or played possum, but none showed the will to fight back, or so it seemed. Somewhere in the ice dumpster, hidden from the eyes of the audience by fog, two people were having a go at it, and the fog's density around those two was quite low as compared to their surroundings to the point it could be called mist.

Shambala Sect 44

As most of the contestants tussled near the center of the ice dumpster, the sudden reckless move of Brown Hill threw them into disorder, also hindering Burton and Sariyu’s plan of facing the four brothers together with other contestants. As if that wasn’t enough, the moisture of the air above the ice dumpster boosted in a matter of seconds as sheets of fog took shape in midair followed by jets of mist that spurted out of the water and hastily covered all the ice dumpster before spreading to the audience stands, seemingly swallowing everyone in sight. The mist's momentum alone played with people's hair, twisting and turning their strands in weird manners.  The lighting of the area all around the ice dumpster paled apace, despoiling all the clime. Men turned mad with the whelming thrill and tumult. Most hearts missed a beat or two. All the contestants, who were visible just a few seconds ago, now got secreted from the audience’s eyes, especially the ones present near the cen

Shambala Sect 43

She had the combined grace of a dancer and the smile of a performer enjoying the heat of the moment as she frolicked past the cohorts of frogs and their choruses—other contestants and their calls—with fleet feet. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that a few minds felt motivated to train upon feasting their eyes on her artistic maneuvers. “Like flies collecting near honey, everyone is attracted to her, although love is felling all who approach her, or should I say 'her loving feet?'” the referee spoke through the mic, referring to Sariyu. “Ahem, is anyone who can hold off her kicks going to stand in her way before she reaches the end of the ice dumpster?” “Hehehe, he must be talking about us,” like wolves prowling through the snow hail in search of prey, the brown-haired man and the gray-haired man crept through the packs of scuffling men and hounded the only girl in attendance for the test.