The arena had grown quiet.

Dozens of fallen fighters were being carried away, leaving only four figures still standing.

Rynar and Rynor stood side by side. Both of them turned toward the waiting area, where two familiar figures were watching

They were the only ones left, Rovric and Ragric.

Rynar lifted his chin slightly, his tone steady but sharp.

"Now it's just the two of you left. Come on down. Let's finish this today."

The crowd stirred instantly.

The Revalis clan's top youth cultivators against the terror twins.

Everyone could feel the weight of the moment.

Rovric stepped forward first, his red cloak fluttering slightly behind him.

He rested his sword against his shoulder, his eyes locked on Rynar.

"Indeed, you've both become stronger than before. I'll give you that much."

He tightened his grip on the sword, flames flickering along the blade.

"But don't think we've been sitting around doing nothing. We've trained harder than anyone else. Just like you."

Ragric walked up beside him, his spear resting at his side, lightning running faintly along the shaft.

"We're not the same people that bullied you years ago."

Rynor smiled faintly, shifting his stance a bit, his hands dropping to his sides.

"Good. Then this won't be boring."

Rynar raised his gauntlets, his body lowering slightly into a boxing stance.

"No more talking then. Let's see how much stronger you've really become."

Rovric pointed his sword straight at Rynar.

"You'll find out soon enough."

Ragric mirrored the move, his spear aimed toward Rynor.

"Don't think we'll lose to someone like you two."

The tension snapped. Mana pressure filled the arena like a wave.

The announcer gulped, stepping back nervously.

"F-Final round! Rovric and Ragric of the Revalis Clan… versus the Terror Twins! Begin!"

Rynor turned his head slightly toward Rynar. "Ready?"

Rynar smirked. "Always."

Both sides moved at once.

Rovric burst forward, his sword igniting in bright red light.

"[Flame Edge Rush]!"

His swings came fast, one after another, each strike heavy and sharp.

Rynar met him head-on, blocking the first swing with his gauntlet, sparks flying.

He stepped in, throwing a tight left jab straight into Rovric's ribs.

Rovric grunted, sliding back a few steps, but steadied himself. His sword flared hotter.

"Not bad. But don't get ahead of yourself."

At the same time, Ragric lunged toward Rynor, thunder bursting around his legs.

"[Thunder Spear Thrust]!"

Rynor leaned back just in time, the spear tip slicing past his chest.

He turned and delivered a quick side kick that hit the spear's shaft, deflecting it away.

Ragric smirked, his grip still on his spear.

"Quite a fast reaction, but still too light."

He spun his spear and launched another attack.

"[Thunder Chain Assault]!"

Three thrusts came in a blur, each one faster than the last.

Rynor twisted his body, blocking the last strike with his gauntlet before flipping sideways and driving a kick into the ground.

The crowd roared as the battle split into two sides.

Rynar's fists moved fast, blocking and striking back in rhythm.

Each punch landed with a sharp echo, his gauntlets glowing faintly with heat from Rovric's sword.

Rovric's blade cut through the air again, releasing bursts of flame each time it struck.

"[Flame Burst Slash]!"

Rynar crossed his arms, blocking with both gauntlets, the impact pushing him back but not breaking his stance.

He grinned through the heat. "You really hit harder now."

Rovric sneered. "And you still talk too much."

He jumped back, gathering mana.

"[Explosive Flame Step]!"

He disappeared in a flash of red light and reappeared behind Rynar, swinging his sword down.

Rynar turned instantly, his right arm snapping up to block. The sword hit the gauntlet, scattering the sword's flame.

He countered with a quick hook, the punch grazing Rovric's cheek and drawing a thin cut.

The crowd gasped.

Rovric wiped the blood with his thumb and smiled coldly.

"Good. You made me bleed."

Rynar smirked back. "I'll do more than that."

Meanwhile, Rynor and Ragric clashed again. Ragric's movements grew faster, his spear spinning in wide arcs.

"[Thunder Flow Dance]!"

Lightning ran through the weapon, forming a golden glow around him.

Rynor exhaled slowly and smiled. "That's your rhythm? Not bad."

He shifted his footing, moving into his flow. His short steps, quick pivots, and every motion were sharp and clean.

Ragric lunged again. "[Thunder Burst Pierce]!"

Rynor slid to the side, caught the spear with his left gauntlet, and punched the spear's center with his right.

The shock ran up Ragric's arm, breaking his stance.

Rynor's knee came up fast, striking Ragric's chest. The sound made several people in the stands flinch.

Ragric stumbled back, clutching his ribs but still standing, his eyes blazing.

"You really have changed. You are way stronger than before."

Rynor shrugged.

"So are you. But I'm faster now."

Both sides paused, circling, eyes locked. Sweat dripped down their faces, but both pairs were grinning.

The announcer's voice trembled as he spoke over the roaring crowd.

"Unbelievable! The final four are fighting evenly! Who will fall first!?"

Garion watched calmly from above.

"They're holding back less now."

Dahlia smirked beside him. "You can tell? They're just getting started."

Rachel clutched her hands together, her voice soft but steady. "Be careful, boys…"

Back below, Rynar and Rynor stood back-to-back, their opponents regrouping on the other side.

Rynar cracked his knuckles. "Not bad for a warm-up."

Rynor smiled. "Ready to finish this?"

Rynar nodded once. "Let's make it clean."

On the other side of the arena, Ragric and Rovric stood shoulder to shoulder, breathing heavily.

Ragric gripped his spear tighter, lightning crawling up the shaft.

"It seems we don't have a choice anymore. It's time to use our ultimate skills."

Rovric nodded, wiping a streak of sweat and blood from his face.

"Yeah. I never thought the two twins we used to mock and bully would grow this strong."

Ragric's eyes narrowed, his voice low but steady.

"Guess we were wrong about them."

Rovric smirked faintly.

"Then let's stop holding back. If they want a real fight, we'll give them one."

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