Kai and Leo engage in a fierce duel, revealing both are rare Eminence-class warriors.
A flashback reveals the hidden ranking system of magic users, including legendary titles like Overlord and Primarch.
Kaien explains how these titles reflect power beyond normal ranks, rooted in ancient systems.
Back in the present, Kai unleashes devastating lightning attacks, but Leo counters with brutal stone magic.
Just as Leo gains the upper hand, Kai vanishes and retaliates with a powerful lightning clone technique, turning the tide.
The arena roared with silence—if such a thing could exist.
Moments ago, the brutal duel between Kai and Leo had ended. Kai stood barely upright, blood trailing down his forehead, his back pressed against the barrier wall.
Leo lay unconscious, his metal club shattered, sparks still hissing from Kai's final technique: Sword Rainfall.
The commentator, stunned, finally spoke:
"KAI ALDEN IS THE WINNER…!!"
The crowd exploded. Cheers roared like a tidal wave. Magic surged through the stands as medical teams rushed forward. Despite the wounds, Kai refused the stretcher and walked beside Leo, step by step.
From the waiting area, Imperial moved forward—ready to check on his brother.
But Zeran Drake stepped in with a calm smirk.
"It's time for our battle."
Imperial paused, eyes narrowing. Then he nodded.
"Yeah… you're right."
"I'm not holding back—even if you're like a little brother to me," Zeran said, fists lighting up in flame.
"That's what I want to hear, bro," Imperial replied, electricity crackling along his arms.
Arena Announcer:
"Now calling Imperial Alden and Zeran Drake to the battlefield! Fighters, take your positions!"
"Are you ready?"
Imperial: "Yes."
Zeran: "Let's light this up."
"BEGIN IN 3… 2… 1… FIGHT!"
Zeran moved instantly.
"Fire Vortex!"
A spiral of flames wrapped around him as he charged.
But Imperial vanished with a flash—Lightning Walk.
He reappeared behind Zeran, blade ready.
Zeran grinned.
Snap.
The entire arena floor burst into flames.
Imperial winced as the searing heat kissed his boots.
"Tch... this heat."
He shut his eyes.
A subtle shimmer began to coat his body—Magic Waves.
Invisible energy rippled around him like armor, shielding him from the heat.
Zeran's eyes widened.
"He's using that already?"
Imperial grabbed his sword.
"Lightning Blade: Thunder Cross!"
He slashed in an X-pattern, lightning exploding outward.
Zeran met it head-on.
"Fire Phoenix!"
A blazing phoenix burst forward.
BOOM!
The clash rocked the field. Dust and flame erupted as both were thrown apart.
Zeran didn't hesitate. He lunged, arm blazing red.
"Fire Fist: Hammer Shot!"
His fiery punch grazed Imperial's ribs. Heat seared into him.
"Damn… that's a hot one," Imperial hissed.
Zeran stepped back, gathering mana.
"Fire Magic: Flame Storm!"
Flames whipped together into a monstrous cyclone.
Imperial raised his blade.
"Lightning Magic: Slashing Blade!"
A blue arc carved the storm in half—only for it to reform seconds later.
"It… reconnected? I can't just cut through it."
Zeran absorbed the flames into his arms—molten armor wrapped around his fists.
BOOM!
He charged. Punch after punch collided with Imperial's electrified strikes.
Flame and thunder danced in chaos.
CRACK!
Zeran landed a brutal punch—knocking Imperial's sword loose.
"No!" Imperial cried.
Zeran's second hit slammed into his chest—sending him flying into the barrier wall.
"Gahh…!"
Wincing, Imperial dragged himself across the battlefield—hand reaching for his blade.
"Lightning Magic: Voidquake!"
The ground trembled.
Cracks shattered the arena.
Zeran stumbled as the earth cracked beneath his feet.
In a flash—Imperial was up again. Sword humming.
"Now take this!"
He swung.
The commentator screamed:
"Zeran Drake just blocked the lightning slash—with his bare hand?!"
Imperial froze in disbelief.
Zeran gripped the blade tightly, spun, and hurled Imperial like a ragdoll across the field.
He crashed—hard.
But as he rose, something strange stirred. A dark aura began wrapping around his body.
His wounds started to heal—slowly.
"…What is this power?" Imperial muttered.
But there was no time to think.
Zeran stood tall, summoning something new.
A flaming bow formed in his hands. Lava-like arrows pulsed with raw heat.
"This ends now!" Zeran roared.
"Inferno Dragon!"
He released the shot—three arrows mid-flight transforming into roaring dragon heads of flame.
Imperial's eyes widened.
"No time to dodge—!"
BOOM!!!
The explosion lit up the sky. Flames roared skyward, consuming the battlefield in fire and light.
And then…
Silence.