"Wow! She’s finally found her own size and got her kicked pretty hard!" Akirion muttered to himself, eyes narrowing as he watched Elina sprawled on the ground, winded and battered. She was drained. Her arcana was pretty low.
’Mhh! That Lucas guy is pretty good, Akirion thought, a sly sneer curling his lips. ’I’ll see him soon enough. Maybe a duet with him in the future, yeah, that’d be fun.’ His heart fluttered with mischief, a dangerous shine dancing behind his gaze as he observed the furious Lucas, who won and left unsatisfied.
Lucas’s growling voice boomed across the arena, voice thick with frustration and disappointment as he sputtered on the ground, clutching his side. "I had high hopes for you, Class A. Now you’re all swept away like trash, leaving me pissed off, grrr!" His voice echoed, raw with rage, veins forming on his neck, every word fueling his fury.
"Wow, that guy’s really mad," said Fiana, with her eyes staring at the bruised Elina.
"Oh yeah, his look is intimidating, like he’s ready to tear someone apart." Kaid supported her thoughts.
"Yeah, sure, I can’t wait to see him fail."
"Come on, Fiana, you know that guy could be the strongest ever if he keeps pushing."
"No way, brother. That black-haired kid from before? He’s got potential."
"Which one?" Kaid asked, with his eyebrows furrowed.
"You know, the one who played that quick short match."
"Ohh, the first one?"
"What was his name again?"
"Somewhere around... Akirion! Yeah, Akirion."
Kaid chuckled as he looked at Fiana. "You remembered his name so quickly; something smells fishy."
"Nothing fishy, brother. Just impressed by how he fought; there’s something about him that got me happy."
"OHH, okay, clear enough."
"So, who do you think will win this next round?"
"Really? How about Akirion?"
"He might be weak against Lucas; at least, that’s what everyone’s saying."
"Maybe. But if you ask me, I’d say it’s a tie if Lucas is that strong."
The arena cleared, the dust settling as the crowd’s eager eyes fixed on the next combatants: Taro from Class A and Aiden from Class C. The anticipation was thick in the air, a mixture of excitement and rivalry fueling every breath.
"Wow, look at the crowd; Class C’s fans are everywhere." Fiana said, with her eyes filled with mischief, ready to watch the event.
"Oh yeah, it’s like they’re the only winners here." Kaid’s eyes were glued to the stage, as if they were fixed to look there since he wasn’t blinking.
He then continued, "Maybe they’ll end up winning, since I’m rooting for them."
"Come on, brother. Class A will win; bet on it."
"Sure, why not?" ’Why does she always praise class A?’ Kaid silently asked himself. Get full chapters from novel•fire.net
The two fighters stepped into the arena, waiting for the announcer’s signal. The crowd roared, their cheers echoing through the stadium, hunger for action radiating from every corner.
The countdown began, tension mounting. The air crackled with anticipation as the announcer’s voice boomed: "Three! Two! One! Fight!"
The bell rang out sharply, signaling the start of the match. Aiden took a deep breath, channeling nature’s essence within him, while Taro summoned water, swirling around him like a protective barrier.
The battle erupted instantly. Aiden moved with a cautious, instinctive grace, trying to leverage his connection to nature to gain an edge. Taro responded swiftly, water twisting and swirling as he commanded it with precision.
Aiden wasn’t a master fighter; his strength lay in his reflexes and instinct. He dodged Taro’s icy assaults, narrowly avoiding freezing his limbs solid. His plants sprouted from the ground, attempting to trap Taro, but the water user was quick, agile, and untouchable, skipping over the ground, letting his water carry him in an ice form like a kid sliding on a water slide.
Taro’s attacks grew more aggressive, icy spikes stabbing towards Aiden, who countered with quick, calculated movements. The fight was fierce, each combatant pushing their limits, both beginning to feel the drain of their arcana.
Aiden’s plants wrapped around Taro’s ankles, trying to hold him in place, but the water user shattered them with a simple cut, sending a spray of icy mist into the air. Taro retaliated with a powerful surge, water forming a swirling vortex, aiming to overwhelm Aiden.
As the battle raged on, both fighters’s movements slowed, their breaths were ragged, and their energy reserves were visibly depleting. The arena echoed with the sound of whips of plants and crackling ice and strained breaths; the two warriors were pushing beyond their limits, fighting not just each other but their own exhaustion.
The crowd watched in silence, sensing the climax approaching. Neither combatant had given up, but their energy was waning fast. Aiden’s plants wilted, and Taro’s water slowed to a sluggish stream as their arcana nearly depleted.
Finally, both fighters stagger, gasping, eyes flickering with tiredness and determination. Neither could summon the strength to continue, their arcana exhausted, yet they stood firm, glaring at each other as the realization dawned.
Taro stood up with his shaky body, watching Aiden, who slowly fell down.
Taro collapsed after, but he was still breathing, while Aiden ran unconscious.
Taro was announced a winner of the round.
"Wow! She’s finally found her own size and got her kicked pretty hard!" Akirion muttered to himself, eyes narrowing as he watched Elina sprawled on the ground, winded and battered. She was drained. Her arcana was pretty low.
’Mhh! That Lucas guy is pretty good, Akirion thought, a sly sneer curling his lips. ’I’ll see him soon enough. Maybe a duet with him in the future, yeah, that’d be fun.’ His heart fluttered with mischief, a dangerous shine dancing behind his gaze as he observed the furious Lucas, who won and left unsatisfied.
Lucas’s growling voice boomed across the arena, voice thick with frustration and disappointment as he sputtered on the ground, clutching his side. "I had high hopes for you, Class A. Now you’re all swept away like trash, leaving me pissed off, grrr!" His voice echoed, raw with rage, veins forming on his neck, every word fueling his fury.
"Wow, that guy’s really mad," said Fiana, with her eyes staring at the bruised Elina.
"Oh yeah, his look is intimidating, like he’s ready to tear someone apart." Kaid supported her thoughts.
"Yeah, sure, I can’t wait to see him fail."
"Come on, Fiana, you know that guy could be the strongest ever if he keeps pushing."
"No way, brother. That black-haired kid from before? He’s got potential."
"Which one?" Kaid asked, with his eyebrows furrowed.
"You know, the one who played that quick short match."
"Ohh, the first one?"
"What was his name again?"
"Somewhere around... Akirion! Yeah, Akirion."
Kaid chuckled as he looked at Fiana. "You remembered his name so quickly; something smells fishy."
"Nothing fishy, brother. Just impressed by how he fought; there’s something about him that got me happy."
"OHH, okay, clear enough."
"So, who do you think will win this next round?"
"Really? How about Akirion?"
"He might be weak against Lucas; at least, that’s what everyone’s saying."
"Maybe. But if you ask me, I’d say it’s a tie if Lucas is that strong."
The arena cleared, the dust settling as the crowd’s eager eyes fixed on the next combatants: Taro from Class A and Aiden from Class C. The anticipation was thick in the air, a mixture of excitement and rivalry fueling every breath.
"Wow, look at the crowd; Class C’s fans are everywhere." Fiana said, with her eyes filled with mischief, ready to watch the event.
"Oh yeah, it’s like they’re the only winners here." Kaid’s eyes were glued to the stage, as if they were fixed to look there since he wasn’t blinking.
He then continued, "Maybe they’ll end up winning, since I’m rooting for them."
"Come on, brother. Class A will win; bet on it."
"Sure, why not?" ’Why does she always praise class A?’ Kaid silently asked himself.
The two fighters stepped into the arena, waiting for the announcer’s signal. The crowd roared, their cheers echoing through the stadium, hunger for action radiating from every corner.
The countdown began, tension mounting. The air crackled with anticipation as the announcer’s voice boomed: "Three! Two! One! Fight!"
The bell rang out sharply, signaling the start of the match. Aiden took a deep breath, channeling nature’s essence within him, while Taro summoned water, swirling around him like a protective barrier.
The battle erupted instantly. Aiden moved with a cautious, instinctive grace, trying to leverage his connection to nature to gain an edge. Taro responded swiftly, water twisting and swirling as he commanded it with precision.
Aiden wasn’t a master fighter; his strength lay in his reflexes and instinct. He dodged Taro’s icy assaults, narrowly avoiding freezing his limbs solid. His plants sprouted from the ground, attempting to trap Taro, but the water user was quick, agile, and untouchable, skipping over the ground, letting his water carry him in an ice form like a kid sliding on a water slide.
Taro’s attacks grew more aggressive, icy spikes stabbing towards Aiden, who countered with quick, calculated movements. The fight was fierce, each combatant pushing their limits, both beginning to feel the drain of their arcana.
Aiden’s plants wrapped around Taro’s ankles, trying to hold him in place, but the water user shattered them with a simple cut, sending a spray of icy mist into the air. Taro retaliated with a powerful surge, water forming a swirling vortex, aiming to overwhelm Aiden.
As the battle raged on, both fighters’s movements slowed, their breaths were ragged, and their energy reserves were visibly depleting. The arena echoed with the sound of whips of plants and crackling ice and strained breaths; the two warriors were pushing beyond their limits, fighting not just each other but their own exhaustion.
The crowd watched in silence, sensing the climax approaching. Neither combatant had given up, but their energy was waning fast. Aiden’s plants wilted, and Taro’s water slowed to a sluggish stream as their arcana nearly depleted.
Finally, both fighters stagger, gasping, eyes flickering with tiredness and determination. Neither could summon the strength to continue, their arcana exhausted, yet they stood firm, glaring at each other as the realization dawned.
Taro stood up with his shaky body, watching Aiden, who slowly fell down.
Taro collapsed after, but he was still breathing, while Aiden ran unconscious.
Taro was announced a winner of the round.