Between the round of 16 and the quarterfinals, there would once again be two days of rest. But since Davi had barely worn himself out in his fight, he decided to spend most of that ti training and, of course, paying attention to his girls.
Ember, in particular, helped him train, as he wanted to be prepared to combat fire magic. Furthermore, she knew Drako; they weren’t close, but they were from the sa clan, so they had fought before.
Ever since Rowan was humiliated during the tournant and punished, many said Drako would be the clan’s new successor.
Others said it would be Ember, as the power she demonstrated with her transformation was impressive.
Lina had been discharged from the hospital, but Davi hadn’t even had the chance to visit her. Still, that wasn’t so bad, he wanted to save their reunion for after he defeated Drako.
At last, the mont to fight had arrived, and the boy stepped into the arena.
The judge excitedly announced the nas of the two competitors, briefly comnting on their achievents up to that point in the tournant.
In the stands, the crowd watched with great anticipation, so excited, others anxious, but most simply curious.
Davi had reached this stage by defeating a weak opponent in the round of sixteen, and his first match had been interrupted by the referee. So everyone wanted to see what he was truly capable of.
"I hope you last more than a single strike," Drako said arrogantly as soon as he stepped into the arena. "It wouldn’t be any fun if the fight ended too quickly."
He pointed his sword at his opponent with a smug grin, flas beginning to dance around him.
"Be a good toy for ," he added.
"You really talk too much," Davi replied with a faint smile. "But don’t worry, I’ll give you a chance. For this first strike, I’ll defeat you using fire, so co at with everything you’ve got."
Flas began to condense around Davi’s sword as he prepared to unleash .
Drako clenched his fists, his eyes widening in anger. As a fire mage, it was nearly impossible for anyone to defeat him with fire. That could only happen if his opponent was considerably stronger.
"I’ll kill you!" Drako roared in fury.
The ground of the arena trembled as the two of them focused their energies.
Drako’s flas rose like incandescent walls, coiling around him, each blaze vibrating with savage fury. His sword seed like an extension of those flas, a blazing beacon ready to annihilate everything in its path.
On the other side, Davi twisted his wrist, the fire condensing tightly around his blade as he observed his opponent with a calm smile.
Drako’s power was imnse, but not nearly enough to make him flinch.
Both activated at the sa ti, and the air filled with an infernal tempest.
The clash was brutal: two massive waves of fire collided at the center of the arena, forming a blazing vortex that distorted the air and blurred their vision.
The flas roared, each trying to consu the other, while the heat scorched even the air they breathed.
But behind the fiery mantle, Davi moved forward, gripping his sword tightly. Then he activated .
A silent slash cut through the chaos.
The whirlwind of fire split apart for just an instant, and in the next mont, the blade of wind struck Drako on the shoulder, carving a deep wound.
As he scread in pain, his blood spilled out—only to evaporate instantly under the overwhelming heat of the arena.
Drako staggered back, eyes wide in shock.
"But... how...?" he growled, his voice shaking with rage. "You dare use... cheap tricks against ?!"
The flas around him erupted in an even more violent flare, and the arena trembled as if it were about to collapse. Davi only smiled, raising his sword.
"Sorry, using sothing other than fire against soone as weak as you really was a bit unfair," he answered in a mocking tone.
Before Drako could react, Davi activated , gaining a sudden burst of speed and catching his opponent completely off guard.
Davi’s body shifted in the blink of an eye. His muscles tensed, his pupils narrowed, and his stance transford.
Drako barely had ti to lift his sword before Davi was already upon him, a blur of motion. The first strike ca upward, knocking the weapon from Drako’s hands with a sharp crack.
"Tsk... I expected more." Davi shook his head.
Before his opponent could recover his balance, Davi spun gracefully, his leg carving a perfect, brutal arc.
The side kick landed squarely against Drako’s ribs, producing a sickening crack that echoed throughout the arena.
The blow sent him flying like a ragdoll arrow, sliding across the stone floor until he nearly crossed the arena’s edge.
But Davi had no intention of letting the fight end so quickly. In an instant, he vanished from his original position and reappeared right in front of Drako.
Then he drove his fist into the man’s back with all his strength.
The impact was devastating.
The ground beneath them gave way, cracks spiderwebbing in every direction as the stone shattered.
A muffled boom echoed, and a dense cloud of dust and debris rose, obscuring the spectators’ vision for several seconds.
When the dust settled, Drako was sprawled in the center of a small crater, his body trembling in agony, while Davi stood tall and unfazed.
"Co on, get up already," he said with disdain.
The man slowly rose to his feet, while Davi watched him with little interest.
But before he could even attempt to cast a spell, Davi was on him again, launching a relentless flurry of kicks and punches.
Every ti Drako tried to counter, Davi was already at another angle—striking his face, his abdon, his legs. A storm of sharp, precise blows rained down on him.
"Co on, fire mage..." Davi sneered coldly, grabbing Drako by the collar and lifting him off the ground as if he weighed nothing. "Where is all that power of yours?"
Wanting to provoke him further, Davi began charging at him , then hurled Drako away.
"Alright, I’ll give you one more chance. Use your strongest move. I’ll show you that my flas can defeat even your most powerful skill."
"And why should I believe you?" Drako asked, struggling to stay on his feet, though his tone was still sohow arrogant.
"Do you really have a choice?" Davi smirked, his voice dripping with contempt. "If you’d rather, you can surrender now. Or are you afraid to fight?"
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