Almost imdiately, a figure stepped forward with graceful confidence—it was Dong Wan'er. Her long, dark hair flowed like a waterfall over her ornate, battle-ready attire.
"I will take seat number 14," she declared, her voice assertive and unwavering.
A shadow crossed Lin Xue's face at her words. Claiming a seat so boldly ant she did not take him seriously, an affront to his very pride.
Without another word, Lin Xue ascended the stage to confront Dong Wan'er. His eyes bore into hers with icy intensity, a storm of unspoken challenges.
Inside the parallel dinsion, Lin Xue's voice was as cold as an arctic wind. "Why , Dong Wan'er? Why didn't you challenge Liang? I have no enmity with you."
"Enmity?" Dong Wan'er scoffed, her lips curling into a sneer. "You think too highly of yourself, Lin Xue. Why didn't I challenge Liang? Even a fool would know the answer to that."
Lin Xue's eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint flashing within them. "What's that supposed to an?"
Dong Wan'er's laughter was laced with mockery. "You were present at the gathering, weren't you? Could you have missed the obvious? Dong Rui, who usually wouldn't even dream of achieving fifth place, suddenly skyrocketed to second. "
Lin Xue nodded, conceding the point. "You're right. But that doesn't indicate anything about his battle prowess."
"I have only one chance to issue a challenge," declared Dong Wan'er. Her voice was steady, but carefree. "I haven't seen him fight, but I have seen you. You are indeed powerful... but that's it."
A gleaming rune blazed into existence on her forehead, a profound transformation then washed over Dong Wan'er.
Her lithe form was enveloped in an armor of the deepest purple-black, its surface shimring with otherworldly brilliance. Its intricate etchings seed to writhe and dance, as if imbued with a life of their own. The armor clung to her body like a second skin, accentuating her every curve.
A deep V-shaped neckline frad her delicate collarbones, while an intricate belt cinched her waist, drawing the eye to her hourglass figure.
Next, a second rune erged, swirling with chaotic energy.
In her right hand, a majestic spear materialized. Its shaft was crafted from a deep violet tal, its surface smooth as glass. Its weight seed to defy gravity, as Dong Wan'er effortlessly twirled it in her hand, its movents a blur of violet light.
From her forehead, a third rune began to unfurl, morphing into a streak of purple light that danced and twined about her like a live serpent, casting an almost hypnotic glow.
With a flurry of movent, four additional runes erupted, whirling around her left hand.
Around her left hand, a golden gauntlet ford, its surface adorned with four distinct crystals. Each crystal emitted a different radiant hue - azure, erald, ruby, and topaz , The gauntlet's intricate engravings seed to writhe and dance, as if imbued with a life of their own. It extended from her fingertips to her mid-forearm.
The crowd could no longer contain their astonishnt, erupting into a cacophony of discussions.
"The war goddess, indeed," gasped a young woman, her eyes wide with wonder. "She is truly otherworldly."
"She's brought out her Everlasting War Gauntlet," another whispered. "This is a serious affair."
"That Lin brat is in deep trouble," a third chid in.
Amidst the commotion, Dong Xian'er's gaze fixed upon Lin Xue's figure. Her eyes held a glimr of concern.
Lin Xue stood amidst the storm of gasps and whispers, Not an iota of fear marred his calm composure. From his brow, a similarly radiant rune of deep azure began to glow. The symbol, a stylized dragon's head, writhed and twisted as if alive.
Like a celestial guardian, an azure dragon armor materialized around Lin Xue's fra, each scale gleaming like a star in the night sky. A helt shaped like a majestic dragon's head adorned his visage.
With a deafening roar that shook the heavens, an azure rune illuminated the air above Lin Xue. In an instant, it transford into an imposing trident, its three razor-sharp prongs radiating an ominous glow that seed to cut through the very fabric of reality.
This was the Azure Sea Trident.
As if summoned by an unseen force, five ethereal runes erged in quick succession, each illuminating the space around Lin Xue with a brilliant azure light.
Each rune represented a different aspect of the Azure Sea's might.
Dong Wan'er was the first to strike, her spear appearing before Lin Xue in the blink of an eye. The clang of tal on tal reverberated through the arena as Lin Xue's azure trident t her spear.
Above Lin Xue, the ethereal manifestation of an azure dragon roared, its scales shimring like a thousand stars. Across from it, the spectral form of a war god erged, its eyes blazing with an otherworldly intensity.
The aura emanating from the clash was awe-inspiring, eliciting gasps of admiration from the seasoned warriors in the audience.
"As expected," Lin Xue thought to himself, "her Everlasting War Spear is a match for my Azure Sea Trident. But let us see how she responds to this..."
With a thought, the five runes hovering around him connected, forming a majestic formation.
Imperial Dragon Palace Array~
Behind Lin Xue, the ethereal manifestation of an imperial palace erged, its golden roofs and towering spires shimring in the radiant azure light.
The azure dragon above him roared, its aura surging even more powerfully. The trident in Lin Xue's hand emitted a blinding azure glow, forcing Dong Wan'er's spear back.
Dong Wan'er's eyes narrowed, keenly observing the transformation occurring before her. Without missing a beat, the violet light surrounding her fused seamlessly with her spear, empowering it with an energy that rivaled the Trident.
"If that is all you have," Dong Wan'er said coldly, "then you are finished."
Lin Xue snorted in response, his expression determined. Suddenly, the palace gates behind him creaked open, releasing a majestic and almost divine aura that filled the entire dinsion, even spilling over into the outside world.
With a thunderous roar, five magnificent dragons erged one after another, each one brimming with ancient, unyielding power.
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