This was an impressive fight," Zaroth couldn't help but exclaim as he glanced at Sofia, who was lying on the ground unconscious, and Grace, who looked like she was barely able to keep standing on her feet.
It seed that Sofia was much stronger than he had originally expected. He wondered how he would have fared if he had been matched up against her.
Her ability to move with incredible speed, combined with her exceptional swordfighting skills, made her a formidable opponent. To make matters worse, she could control these strange water rays that not only enhanced her attacks but also seed to act on their own, making her a true nace to deal with.
One thing was certain—he wouldn't be able to win easily against her. He'd have to pull out nearly every hidden card up his sleeve, with the exception of Luna.
But this wasn't his only concern as he gazed at Grace. Sure, she was clearly spent, but she had displayed extre mastery over her golden threads.
Zaroth struggled to imagine how he would win against her. After all, even if he summoned all of his beasts, it would all be aningless if they were caught in her golden threads, making them immobile.
He wouldn't be able to summon Luna, as he was going to keep her a secret for as long as possible, so it would an that he would be forced to try and catch up to Grace before becoming exhausted.
Would he be able to do that?
Sure, he was a bit shorter than average, aning that her threads would have a harder ti trapping him, but that wouldn't work for long. He would still have to sohow reach her while evading dozens, if not hundreds, of threads all around.
Was his stamina going to last long enough? Did Grace have more skills that she kept hidden, only for when things beca truly dire?
He didn't have the answer to these questions, which ant that fighting her was not only going to be hard, but he should also expect her to have more tricks up her sleeve.
He gritted his teeth. In this theoretical fight, while he might have a chance, it wouldn't be a very high one. He just hoped he wouldn't be paired up against her.
With a sigh, he got up from his seat and began to head down. He had made use of the privilege of observing the fights of the others participating in the tournant, learning about what they could do and what they were weak against, but now it was his ti to fight.
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"No matter how many tis I step into the arena, it always feels epic," Zaroth muttered as he gazed at the seats that were full of people.
Not only was he watched live by tens of thousands of people, but probably many more were watching him using the orbs that had been distributed.
From what he had heard, they were in high demand, as people bought them eagerly. Not only that, but they weren't nearly as expensive compared to getting tickets to actually watch the tournant live.
So, it was safe to say that he was watched by over a million people in total.
How did that make him feel?
Strangely, he didn't feel very nervous. It was mostly excitent and disbelief.
After all, he struggled to imagine a million people, much less all of these people, having their eyes on him, watching with various expressions.
So he tried not to think too hard about it as he gazed at his opponent.
This past week, he hadn't done much when it ca to getting stronger. Sure, the training with his friends was as hard as any other day, and training his harmony with his beasts, but that was pretty much it.
He had begun to hit a plateau when it ca to the sparks connected to his mana core, his mana regeneration, capacity, and output as well.
His body didn't grow as strong as quickly as before, which was to be expected, after all, one couldn't progress so fast forever.
His technique was still lackluster, but he did everything he could to get better, though that took ti.
Midnight didn't agree to teach him more demonic skills, as according to her, he was still not ready, as their connection hadn't been strong enough.
And on top of that, the number of beasts he could command seed to have reached its limit—for now.
So, because his rate of progress had stalled significantly, he was left with no other choice but to study his opponent before the match, as this was the best way to prepare.
As such, he wasn't surprised when his gaze fell upon her.
A very tall woman with short red hair. She had muscles that were a sight to behold, it was obvious that the three years she had spent in the academy hadn't been wasted, as she had trained to the limit.
Moving her arm, she grabbed the giant hamr that she was carrying on her back and held it firmly with both hands.
A single glance was all it took for a person to see how tough the hamr truly was. It was about a ter in width and about two ters in length. It must have weighed a ton, and yet the woman held it like it was no big deal at all.
Zaroth couldn't say for certain, even after getting as much insight about his opponent before the fight, but it seed that her class and blessing gave her a body that was incredibly strong.
Or in other words, she was the epito of brute force.
Zaroth had yet to fight an opponent with that kind of specialty, so he couldn't help but feel his heart rate increase in anticipation of the fight.
Taking a step back, he unsheathed the sword that he was carrying on his back with his right hand.
In his left, he grabbed one of the daggers that he was carrying at his waist.
From the green liquid that was applied to the weapons, it was clear that he had used Hellweaver's poison on them before the match started.
His eyes narrowed as he summoned Nightshade, Silverfang, and the other wolves.
He was still keeping Hellweaver a secret for when he truly needed it.
The emperor's voice was firm as he announced the start of the fight,
Zaroth almost smiled as his beasts charged towards their enemy.
What was she going to do now? Use brute force to fight alone, or was she going to use a technique he had yet to see, ruining his plans in the process?
In response to seeing so many creatures charging toward her at full speed, the woman smiled, as her eyes seed to sparkle with excitent.
Raising her giant hamr above her head, she then brought it down, making the entire arena shake with her power alone.
The ground cracked and exploded by her brute force alone.
In that mont, Zaroth's eyes darkened. Just by that swing alone, it was clear that the woman didn't need to use any kind of technique to fight, after all, her brute force was a terrifying nace on its own.
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