Rachel stood on the deck of the flying ship, her hands pressed lightly against her chest.
Her eyes stayed wide as she watched the arena below, not believing the scene below.
Rynor had stood tall after defeating four opponents at the same time, and he wasn't even that tired at all.
Rachel's mouth opened slightly.
"He... he beat all four of them that easily?"
She shook her head slowly.
"And what was that movement? It looked like he was dancing weirdly, but every next step was an attack."
Garion, standing beside her, just smirked.
"That's one of the martial arts I taught him. It's called Capoeira. It's a style that focuses on kicks and flows."
"It's basically a martial art with constant movement and no fixed stance. It may look playful, but it's quite dangerous."
Rachel turned toward him, still amazed.
"I've never heard of that kind of martial art. You're saying fighting like that... actually works?"
Garion nodded.
"It does. As long as the user has balance and rhythm, they can be lethal."
He gestured toward Rynor below.
"Rynor did it perfectly and managed to beat all four of them with rhythm, not anger or recklessness."
Rachel's eyes softened.
"So that's why he moved like that... it's like he wasn't just fighting with anger, just rhythm."
Garion smiled faintly.
"Exactly. A fight isn't about anger or power or even mana. It's all about flow and control."
Rachel's voice then lowered, full of pride.
"I still can't believe my dear Rynar and Rynor could grow this strong in just a year."
Garion leaned back, arms crossed.
"Effort changes everything, Miss Rachel. They trained harder than most. Even though they still make excuses when training, they still do train without stopping."
Rachel smiled softly.
"I see... I have seen how weak they were before they left the clan, and now look at them..."
Garion's grin then widened slightly.
"And they're actually just getting started."
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Rynor stood in the middle of the arena, looking up toward the waiting area.
His eyes narrowed slightly, a small grin forming.
"Alright. Come on up. We don't have all day here."
The announcer hesitated but finally raised his hand.
"Next round! Eight contestants remain! Who will challenge the red twin, Rynar?"
There was a moment of silence, then six cultivators stepped forward.
They exchanged quick nods before leaping down one after another, landing on the arena floor.
The crowd grew louder. The tension shifted again.
Rynar took a few steps forward, rolling his shoulders and flexing his hands.
"Six of you, huh? Looks like my brother left me all the leftovers."
Rynor grinned from the side.
"Don't underestimate them. They look tougher than the last batch."
Rynar cracked his neck once.
"Good. That makes it more fun."
The six cultivators spread out, forming a half-circle around him.
Three of them wore flame crests, and the other three carried the thunder insignia.
One of the thunder cultivators, the one with a metal hammer, pointed at Rynar.
"You may have beaten the others, but we're not them. This time, we're ending your streak."
Rynar rolled his wrists, smirking.
"You can try."
Another, a woman with bright red hair and a short spear wreathed in flames, stepped up.
"You'll regret fighting alone. Six-on-one isn't fair for you."
Rynar smiled faintly.
"Then I guess I'll have to move faster."
The crowd started chanting. The noise filled the air as the announcer lifted his hand.
"Ready! Begin!"
All six moved instantly.
The three flame users' weapons ignited at once, the air heating around them.
The other three thunder cultivators let lightning spark around their bodies.
Six attacks came from every direction, fire and lightning flashing together.
The crowd screamed from the impact, the entire arena glowing red and yellow for a moment.
When the smoke cleared, Rynar was still standing in the middle, crouched low with his fists raised.
His gauntlets glowed faintly from the heat, but his eyes were calm.
He looked up, grinning.
"Is that all you got?"
Before any of them could react, he stepped forward. His foot slammed into the ground, cracking the stone beneath him.
He closed the distance to the nearest thunder user in a single breath and threw a clean, heavy punch.
THUD!
The man's hammer went flying from his hand.
Rynar followed up with a body blow, then an uppercut. The thunder user dropped instantly.
Another came from his left, fire trailing behind his sword.
"[Flame Slash]!"
Rynar ducked under the swing, his gauntlets glowing faintly.
He slammed a jab into the man's ribs, then twisted and threw a right hook to the jaw.
The fighter hit the ground hard.
Rynor whistled from the side.
"That's boxing for you. Straight and fast."
The remaining four circled quickly.
A thunder user jumped in from behind, shouting, "[Lightning Drop Kick]!"
His legs sparked bright yellow.
Rynar stepped sideways, caught the man's leg midair, and twisted.
He then threw him into one of the flame users who was charging with [Burning Palm Smash].
Both crashed together, making the crowd roar even louder.
Two were left.
Both thunder cultivators clenched their fists, lightning snapping around them.
They shouted at once.
"[Twin Thunder Smash]!"
They rushed forward together, swinging their fists like hammers.
Rynar exhaled once, planting his feet.
His gauntlets hummed as he blocked the first hit and then slipped under the second and countered with a straight punch to the gut.
His fist landed deep, forcing one to double over.
The second thunder user jumped in again, roaring, but Rynar stepped forward and threw a clean left hook.
The sound echoed, and the last man hit the ground face-first.
The arena fell silent for a second. Six opponents were down.
Then the cheers exploded again, shaking the air.
"Six down!"
"He beat them all with just fists!"
"No skills! Just punches!"
Rynor clapped slowly, grinning wide.
"Told you they were tough, not smart."
Rynar lifted his hands, flexing his fingers inside the gauntlets.
"They're strong. But they were not trained for this kind of fight."
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