The arena was still shaking from the final impact as the twin stood in the center.

The crowd finally erupted. Cheers and shouts of disbelief filled the entire stadium.

"The twins won!"

"To think they really managed to beat both Rovric and Ragric!"

The twins looked at each other, grinning.

"Well," Rynar said, stretching his arms.

"I guess that's it. We won, avenging our bad blood with them."

Rynor laughed softly.

"Yeah, and also quite easily too. I wonder if revenge is always this easy."

They both then turned toward the stands, raising their fists high.

They didn't care about the fallen opponents anymore, as they had finished what they wanted to do here.

Then, suddenly... from the elder area, Patriarch Raviel stood up and stepped forward.

Not only that... he also started to walk in the air, flying straight toward the arena.

Up on the flying ship, Garion's eyes widened when he looked at the flying Raviel.

"This... this must be the ability of someone from the third realm. He can just fly in the air without any tools."

Raviel then landed gently in front of the twins, and his presence alone made the air quite heavier.

He looked at both of them, smiling wide.

"Congratulations! You both have won the yearly Revalis Clan tournament."

The crowd clapped again, though a bit quieter, as Raviel was in the arena this time.

Raviel then continued, his tone turning more formal.

"However, you are not entirely members of the Revalis Clan. You're also members from another sect..."

He looked between them. "So tell me... what is it you want as your reward?"

The twins exchanged a glance, then smirked.

Rynor shrugged. "Not much."

Rynar explained it more clearly.

"Just send some good resources to our sect. That'll do."

Ravue chuckled softly. "Simple and direct. I expected no less from you two."

He then turned his gaze upward toward the flying ship and flew to it and looked at Garion standing at the ship's deck.

"It seems that it's your time to fulfill your promise, sect leader Garion."

Garion only smiled and flexed his body. "Alright. Who will be my opponent then?"

Raviel smiled faintly, gesturing to himself. "It will be me."

The elders sitting in the elders' area all stood up in shock.

"Patriarch, you can't!"

"Just let us handle it!"

"There is no need for you to come down!"

Raviel raised his hand, silencing them. "No need. I will handle this situation by myself."

He turned back to Garion, smiling. "And also I was quite curious the moment I heard about your path last night."

He rubbed his chin, smirking. "From your explanation and the fight the twins presented before me, your path is really amazing."

Garion smirked slightly, bowing down a bit like a gentleman. "You flatter me."

Raviel smirked back. "Not at all. I simply said the truth. I'm indeed interested and amazed, wanting to test it myself."

He then tured toward the elders. "And also, I doubt that any elders can even force you to fight seriously."

He gestured toward himself. "So as the most curious one, I'll just face you personally to satisfy my curiosity."

He rested his hand on the sword on his waist.

"Besides, it's also a good chance to show you what a third realm cultivator can really do."

Garion stepped closer to the edge of the ship, his tone calm but sharp.

"It's decided then, patriarch. We will fight, and also, I'm indeed curious about the power of the third realm."

Garion looked at the arena for a moment, then turned back to him.

"But it seems the arena was too small for us... so where will we fight?"

Raviel smiled and pointed toward other side and everyone turned their heads.

In the distance, there was a wide and empty land beyond the clan's main field. It was barren, open, and surrounded by low hills.

"It's large, empty, and far enough from here so no one else will get caught in what's coming."

Then he reached into his robe and pulled out a small metallic orb.

Garion narrowed his eyes, looking at the mysterious orb. "What's that?"

Raviel tossed it into the air, and the orb floated above them, humming softly.

A moment later, a glowing screen appeared midair, showing the area from above.

Garion's eyes narrowed as he watched the feed. "A magic drone..."

Raviel was also confused, not knowing what Garion was saying.

"A drone... I don't know about that. Still, this magic item will let everyone witness our battle. Consider it both a lesson and a warning."

He then glanced back at Garion quite confidently.

"Now, sect leader Garion... show me what your path truly stands for."

The crowd began to buzz again, half in awe, half in fear.

The patriarch of the Revalis clan and the sect leader of God Gym were about to clash before everyone's eyes.

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Garion and Raviel moved toward the open plains with Garion's flying ship.

The crowds and elders stayed behind, watching from the distance, whispering about what was about to happen.

Raviel then started a conversation before their flight to ease the situation a bit.

"Tell me, sect leader Gairon, have you read the [Cultivation Secrets Vol. 3] Elder Rendric gave you this morning?"

Garion nodded once.

"Yeah, I went through it. It was mainly about the third realm, or [Domain Realm], right?"

Garion glanced at him, shrugging and smirking.

"It is the realm where cultivators form a domain that bends to their will. Basically... a place where you're the god inside, right?"

Raviel smiled faintly.

"That's right. But tell me... do you truly understand what that means?"

Garion thought for a moment, then shook his head.

"Not really. I only know it lets you control everything within a certain area. I assume it's something like that."

Raviel chuckled quietly.

"Indeed, that's the basic idea. But knowing the words and feeling the reality are two very different things."

His tone shifted slightly.

"You can't understand a domain until you stand inside one."

Garion raised an eyebrow.

"Then I guess I'll find out soon."

Raviel nodded. "You will."

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