As the battle raged on, the once vast field of competitors dwindled to a mere ninety.
The cream of the crop was starting to rise to the top as more and more competitors began to showcase their stronger abilities in a dazzling display of power and skill.
The arena crackled with energy as the more powerful combatants unleashed their ultimate techniques.
Lassim leaned forward, in focus as he observed the intense clashes. "It seems like everyone is starting to not hold back anymore," he remarked.
Hallen nodded in agreement, his gaze shifting between the fighters. "Well, when you only have one chance each month, it makes sense to save your stronger attacks for the last moments."
In the midst of the chaos, one particularly heated exchange caught Lassim's attention, as two fighters locked eyes with unmistakable animosity.
