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Chapter 481: Marisa looked closely at Ethan's slightly refined features, her thoughts drifting for a brief moment. Then, out of the blue, she asked, "Do you really care that much about winning the championship?" Ethan gave a firm nod. Marisa raised an eyebrow and went on, "Is it about the million-dollar prize? Or do you want to get picked up by Ark Technology and go pro in esports?" Ethan stayed silent. He pressed his lips into a tight line and kept his eyes locked on the keyboard in front of him. Marisa observed him for a few quiet seconds, then a faint smile tugged at her lips.

"Whatever your reason is, I won't go easy on you. I hope you won't go soft on me either. The beauty of esports lies in its fairness!" Her gaze grew intense as she looked him straight in the eye. "If you really want that title, then beat me and show the world you're worthy of being the champion!" Ethan's eyes lit up with fierce resolve. He looked straight at Marisa and gave a firm nod. "You may have helped me before, but I won't hold back. I'm going to beat you. I promise - I'll give it everything I've got!" Marisa grinned and gave his shoulder a quick pat. "That's the spirit!

Be bold - fight like a man!" With those words, she turned and headed back to her station, crunching down on the lollipop in her mouth. Her fingers landed on the keyboard, and in an instant, her playful look vanished - she was all business now. The moment both players were set, the host's voice rang out, loud and clear. "Ladies and gentlemen, the final round is officially underway!" The countdown on the massive screen struck zero, and like clockwork, Ethan and Marisa sprang into motion!

Their silhouettes zipped across the battlefield, locked in a fast-paced game of wits and instinct - each move sharper than the last, like blades clashing in a silent duel. Latest chapters g@lnσvls․c〇m To Marisa's surprise, Ethan kept pace with her, neither yielding ground nor faltering. Meeting such a formidable adversary sent a jolt of exhilaration through her veins. "Let's go, Ethan! Prove them all wrong. Show them what you're made of!" Marisa urged silently, relishing the electric thrill of the confrontation.

The clash was fierce, a tug-of-war with no rope - no clear victor, only momentum swinging like a pendulum. Yet, the crowd's excitement reached a fever pitch, erupting into thunderous cheers and applause that shook the room like a storm breaking loose. Maxwell, caught up in the frenzy, leaped onto his chair in a burst of enthusiasm, entirely forgetting that Ethan was, after all, Chris' brother-in-law. Meanwhile, the commentators were practically tripping over their own words, trying to keep pace with the whirlwind of tactical brilliance unfolding before them.

In the live chat, the energy was no less explosive. "Oh my God, what kind of celestial showdown is this? My mind's blown - this match is off the charts!" "This is pure madness. The level of skill makes every previous match look like child's play!" "Ethan's a total knockout - I'm falling head over heels for him!" "Marisa is beyond cool! I love them both to bits!" "Ladies and gentlemen, I'm shipping them. They're rivals with chemistry - like fire and ice learning to dance." "You're not the only one! I've fallen for them completely!

What a perfect match!" Back in the audience, Maxwell sat frozen in disbelief. This wasn't the narrative he'd written in his head, where his sister would breeze past Ethan with ease. Could she actually... lose? . . .