After Oasis's duel against Duwe, the rest of the matches for the first group of the third round ended swiftly, each clash echoing with roars of power and shimmering flashes of elemental brilliance.Then the next group followed, and another after that.One match after another, victors were decided not by luck, but by sheer strength, mastery, and the will to stand proud under the eyes of thousands.The sunlight cascaded across the Grand Sanctuary of Greatness, its polished marble and golden engravings glowing like molten fire under the noon sky.Cultivators unleashed their best—fiery auras crackled, spiritual energy waves pulsed, and the faint scent of scorched stone lingered in the air long after each bout ended.By midday, the grand stage had been scarred and mended countless times by the enchantments sustaining it.When the final strike of the round settled, the crowd roared like an ocean of thunder—64 had entered the third round, but only 32 now stood victorious.Among them, certain

“I’m sorry, kid… I’ll have to end this as fast as possible,” Iken Hua said, his tone low and impatient, voice half-drowned by the storming cheers of the crowd.His eyes flicked toward the massive stands trembling with thousands of chanting spectators, and he clicked his tongue.“As you can see, the noise is getting on my nerves. I’m not used to this kind of spectacle. It’s making me… a bit nervous.” His lips curved into a thin, menacing smile.“So I’ll end this before I lose control and accidentally kill a noble’s child.”Before Antonov Gallado could respond, Iken Hua’s body shifted—his stance relaxed, weight balanced lightly on his heels.Then, in an instant, he moved.The movement was fluid yet sharp—a blur of motion that cut through the air like a shadow dancing in floating lamps.His blade shimmered black under the arena lights, a streak of dark steel veiled in a sinister, smoky aura.Every step he took left faint ripples of dark essence trailing in his wake.His eyes narrowed, hi

The crowd held their breath as Delight’s aura surged to life, glowing with a divine radiance that spread across the colossal panels surrounding the battlefields.Waves of energy rippled through the stands — not faintly, but with enough force that even those behind layers of barrier enchantments felt its tremor deep in their chests.It was not merely power that emanated from her — it was beauty.A beauty of chaos.Her aura bloomed like a field of golden-pink petals scattered in a storm, mesmerizing to behold yet dangerous enough to destroy anything that lingered too close.The light shimmered in fractal patterns, bending the air around her as if reality itself bowed to her presence.The spectators whispered in awe, their words drowned beneath the symphony of humming energy.Delight stood at the center of it all, her hair flowing wildly, her robes fluttering like sacred banners caught in divine wind.Her aura painted the entire battlefield in hues of rose-gold — beautiful, radiant, yet

“Can danger be this beautiful? Vivian surely has grown stronger,” Murime muttered, his eyes reflecting the emerald glow of the floating swords above the battlefield.Each spectral blade shimmered like moonlit glass, humming in harmony, suspended between grace and destruction.“Y-yeah… yes…” Gita replied, his voice trembling.Beads of sweat rolled down his temple, soaking through his collar.His hands, resting on the railing, quivered as though he were gripping lightning itself.His face was pale — not from heat, but from the lingering terror of what he had just witnessed earlier:Oasis’s aura, that blinding cyan inferno that felt as if the sun itself had descended into the arena.Murime turned his head slightly, brows furrowed. “Huh? What’s wrong with you?”Gita snapped, his breathing heavy.“You just want to act like what we saw earlier didn’t happen? That kid — that thing — is a monster!I’ve never seen martial aura without even a trace of Enlightened suppression crush an Enlightene

Earlier...The battlefield stood beneath the gaze of the crowd, its barriers pulsing softly with mana as the duel between Nova Sparrow and Amori Yuyu proceed.The air trembled with layered anticipation;As all the other battlefields had already concluded, the crowd were forced to Watch the remaining one of the first group.And it was something else entirely.The duel between Nova and Amori wasn’t just a contest of strength; it was a war of words, pride, and venom.Amori Yuyu stood with her chin raised, her beauty deliberate and intoxicating, every motion deliberate like a dancer on stage.“If it isn’t Nova Sparrow,” she said, her lips curving into a mocking smile. “One of the beauty of the Phantom Petal region, they say.”As she spoke, Amori’s body swayed like a serpent.A silken scarf, glowing faintly with traces of violet mana, danced in rhythm with her movements, coiling and uncoiling through the air like a living creature.The fabric hissed softly, cutting through the air with an