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Leo flicked his wrist. It looked like a casual nudge, but the puck spiraled in a tight arc—a "Curve-Shot" that defied the usual linear physics of the game. Jax lunged, barely catching it on the edge of his mallet. He sent it back with a heavy cross-table bank.

"Ready to lose the title, Ghost?" Jax smirked, his mallet gripped white-knuckle tight. Elite Air Hockey

The air hissed, a steady, low-frequency hum that signaled the start of the . Leo flicked his wrist

Leo feinted a hard smash. Jax leaned left. Instead of striking through, Leo used the "Whisper Touch." He barely grazed the puck, letting it trickle at a snail's pace toward the right corner of the goal. Ghost?" Jax smirked