The fight began, instantly catching the crowd's attention as they grew quiet, waiting to see which side would emerge victorious.

Renn stood tall with a mischievous grin, creating a rumbling world around him as he summoned his magic. Waves of energy rippled through the stage, making it unsteady beneath their feet. The ground trembled as Renn's power surged, a clear sign he was confident and ready to dominate.

In response, Yuna made a fierce face, her red aura erupting outward as her magic flared fiercely in her hands. Her expression hardened, her entire body radiating intensity.

"Fireball, activate," she declared, her voice echoing with authority. She pointed her right hand at Renn, her voice rising in a chant as she summoned her magic.

Renn sneered at her, his eyes narrowing with amusement. "What a weird way of using magic," he mocked, a crooked grin stretching across his face like a Cheshire cat. "That's totally ridiculous." His tone was taunting as he watched her, confident that her approach was flawed.

Yuna's voice changed, dropping into a deeper, more commanding tone that sent shivers down the audience's spines. "What do you want me to do? That's my style. It's not ours!"

"Yeah, your style," Renn taunted, rushing toward her with incredible speed. "Here I come—witness the real thing!"

Yuna quickly realized Renn's plan. She started shooting fireballs at him, aiming to slow his advance. But before she could even land her attack, Renn caught her off guard. He moved with swift precision, knocking her down with a sharp attack that caused her to tumble backward by moving the ground upward with his earth magic.

"Wow, what a sick trick you've got there," Yuna muttered, picking herself up. "Let's see if you can keep this up…"

She was actually plotting a plan, but suddenly, a massive boulder fell from the sky, heading straight for her. Her eyes widened in alarm, and she gasped before she could even finish her sentence. Recognizing the danger, she released her attack mid-flight and darted away from the falling debris.

Her hidden trick was the fireballs she'd previously summoned, lurking behind Renn, waiting for the right moment. Without paying attention, Renn sneered again, watching Yuna run like a trapped animal. He made her move in place while the boulder descended, unaware of the danger behind him.

The fireballs struck Renn, blasting him toward the edge of the stage. His mistake was releasing his spell prematurely, giving Yuna the chance to escape. But just as she was about to take her second step, the boulder slammed onto the ground with a deafening crash, creating a massive pressure wave that sent her flying across the stage.

Fortunately for her, she managed to brace herself with her hands and fingers, gripping the ground to stop her momentum before reaching the forfeiting zone. She landed with a thud, a fierce sneer on her face as she looked at Renn, who lay sprawled out. Her eyes flickered with a mischievous glint, a small thought crossing her mind—she might have won.

To confirm her victory, she prepared to cast a high-level spell she hadn't yet used—one she couldn't normally cast due to a lack of arcana. It was called FIREARROW, a spell that Akirion once used to annihilate his previous enemies.

With her body straight, her right hand aimed at Renn, her left supporting her right arm for stability, and her stance balanced. Her eyes showed no mercy, her lips pressed into a thin line. She began chanting, summoning a brilliant, glowing FIREARROW that pointed straight at Renn, who was lying motionless on the ground.

The entire arena gasped as they watched Yuna's final, merciless attack. Her face stretched into a grin, lips curling as she released the spell—her eyes glowing with fiery intent.

'Huh,' Akirion muttered under his breath, eyes wide with astonishment as he saw her cast the spell. 'She can use Firearrow too? That's rare. I thought I was the only one, and that made me think that I was unique.'

Suddenly, a wall of energy appeared before the arrow reached Renn. A flash of anger and surprise crossed Yuna's face as she saw the tension returning.

Before she could react, a gust of wind and debris blew; fortunately for her, she jumped from her original place as she rolled to the other side. Sharp spikes erupted from the ground where she had been standing, piercing the air with deadly intent.

A gasp escaped her lips as she glimpsed a shadowy figure in the smoke caused by the collision of a wall and a fire arrow spell. A sharp spear-like object appeared beneath her leg, causing her to scream in agony. The searing pain raced through her body, fueling a wave of emotion that rippled through the crowd—some pitied her, others feared her suffering.

Yuna was already drained—she had just unleashed a high-level spell, and her magic was on cooldown. She couldn't cast again, leaving her vulnerable and in hot soup.

Renn sneered as he saw her bloodied leg. His eyes narrowed, a wicked gleam flickering inside them.

"Did you really think you could get rid of me that easily?" he asked, bending down toward Yuna, who was lying on her stomach, trembling.

Yuna clenched her teeth, silent, unable to respond.

Annoyed, Renn summoned another sharp object—this time aiming to pierce her other leg. Her suffering intensified, causing tears to fall from the others in the crowd who watched helplessly.

Her strength was slowly fading. The open wounds sapped her stamina, and instead of regaining her footing, she was slipping into unconsciousness. Her eyelids fluttered, her last breath shallow as her body grew limp.

Renn waited, eager for a final blow, but Yuna remained frozen, immobile—completely unresponsive.

"Come on, dammit, wake up!" Renn shouted, panicked, as he created multiple pikes that pierced her remaining, battered legs.

The fight was over. The referee announced her defeat, declaring Renn the winner since she hadn't moved. The crowd roared with cheers, their excitement erupting in a wave of noise and applause.

Renn stormed off the stage with angry strides, his feet pounding the ground. His eyes blazed with rage, teeth clenched as he exited in fury. Despite his temper, the crowd was already looking forward to his next appearance—his display of power had left a lasting impression.

The announcer's voice boomed, announcing the next quarterfinal match: Anda versus Lucas.

The crowd buzzed with excitement, eager to see more.

"Wow," Fiana said, her eyes wide with admiration. "This guy really has fans. Did you hear all those cheers for Lucas?"

The prince nodded, a proud smile on his face. "Yeah, I'm rooting for him too."

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