The crowd in the arena was buzzing with excitement as the match between Mark and John had just ended. The referee stepped forward and raised his wand, signaling for everyone to quiet down.
"Ladies and gentlemen, that was an incredible match between Mark and John," he said, his voice echoing throughout the stadium. "But now, it's time for our third pair to take the stage. Please welcome Levi and Dran!"
Levi and Dran took their positions at opposite ends of the platform, their wands at the ready. The referee stepped back, raising his wand once again.
As Dran looked at Levi, he couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation mixed with nervousness.
He knew that Levi was a skilled mage, and he had heard rumors about his impressive power. But Dran was confident in his own abilities, and he refused to back down without a fight.
"Good luck to you, Levi," Dran said, offering his hand to shake.
Levi looked at Dran and then at his hand, hesitating for a moment before shaking it. "Good luck to you too," he replied, his voice cool and measured.
Dran could tell that Levi wasn't one for small talk, so he decided to get straight to the point. "So, what's your strategy for this match?" he asked, trying to sound casual.
Levi raised an eyebrow, studying Dran. "I'm not sure it's wise to share my strategy with my opponent," he said, his tone indicating that the conversation was over.
Dran couldn't help but feel a twinge of annoyance at Levi's dismissive attitude, but he decided to let it go. He knew that he had to focus on the match ahead, and he couldn't afford to get distracted by his emotions.
"Fair enough," Dran said, nodding his head. "May the best mage win."
Levi gave a small nod in acknowledgment, and then the referee signaled for the match to begin.
The Ice Bolt spell was a powerful and precise spell that required great skill and focus to execute correctly.
As Dran cast the spell, he felt the power of the ice magic flowing through his wand and into the world around him. The spell was designed to create a bolt of ice that could be used to attack an opponent or to freeze objects in place.
As the ice bolt shot out of Dran's wand, it quickly gained speed and momentum, hurtling towards Levi. The bolt was narrow and focused, designed to hit its target with pinpoint accuracy.
Levi's eyes widened as he saw the Ice Bolt hurtling towards him. However, he didn't panic. Instead, he remained calm and collected, quickly analyzing the situation and formulating a plan.
He raised his wand and muttered an incantation, casting his spell "Aqua Wall." A powerful jet of water shot out of his wand, forming a thick wall of water between him and the oncoming Ice Bolt.
The Ice Bolt collided with the wall of water, causing a loud hissing sound as the ice began to melt. The water from the Aqua Wall splashed onto the ground, forming a small puddle.
Dran was impressed by Levi's quick thinking and reflexes. He had never seen anyone react so quickly in a match before. But he wasn't deterred. He had more tricks up his sleeve.
Levi maintained his focus, watching Dran closely for any further attacks. He knew that Dran would not give up easily and that he would have to be prepared for anything.
As the two mages stood facing each other, the crowd watched with bated breath. The tension in the arena was palpable, and everyone knew that this was going to be a close match.
Dran had a fierce determination in his eyes as he raised his wand again, ready to cast another spell.
He knew that he had to think fast and act even faster if he wanted to win this match. He scanned the arena, looking for any openings in Levi's defenses.
But before he could even utter a single word, Levi was already casting his next spell. "Aqua Jet!" he shouted, pointing his wand at Dran.
A powerful jet of water shot out of Levi's wand, hurtling towards Dran at lightning speed. Dran quickly realized that he didn't have enough time to cast another spell to defend himself.
He could feel the cool water droplets hitting his face as he tried to dodge the oncoming Aqua Jet.
The Aqua Jet collided with Dran, hitting him hard in the chest. The impact sent him flying backward, his wand slipping out of his hand as he fell to the ground. The crowd gasped in shock as they watched Dran go down.
The referee rushed over to Dran, checking for any signs of movement. But it was clear that he had gone down and passed out. The referee quickly signaled for a medic to come over and tend to Dran.
The audience was silent, watching anxiously as the medic rushed over to Dran. They could see that he was breathing, but he was still unconscious.
Levi watched from a distance, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. He knew that it was only a matter of time before Dran would fall. He had been planning this victory for weeks and had trained tirelessly to ensure that he would come out on top.
As the medic worked on Dran, the referee announced that Levi was the winner of the match. The audience erupted into cheers and applause, congratulating Levi on his victory.
Levi walked out of the arena, a sense of satisfaction washing over him. He knew that he had done everything he could to win, and he had succeeded.
But the shock of the quick defeat still lingered in the air. No one could believe that Dran had been defeated with just one spell. It was a testament to Levi's strength and skill as a mage.
Some audience members whispered in disbelief, while others shook their heads in disappointment. There were even a few who booed, clearly unhappy with the outcome of the match.
Levi tried to ignore the negative reactions and focus on the positive ones. He raised his hand in victory, smiling at the cheering crowd. He could hear his name being called out, along with praises for his performance.