Aric retaliated with a rapid series of strikes, his sword moving in a blur. Jarod parried and dodged with agility, their movements a deadly dance of skill and precision. The ground beneath them cracked from the sheer force of their blows.
With a roar, Aric spun around, his sword slicing through the air in a wide arc. Jarod ducked and countered with a quick thrust aimed at Aric's shoulder. Aric twisted his body, narrowly avoiding the strike, and launched a counterattack, his blade cutting through the air with deadly precision. Jarod blocked with his sword, the force of the impact vibrating up his arm.
Aric saw an opening and launched his Tengzhi Fusion Fist, a powerful technique that combined his physical strength with his martial arts prowess. The blow connected with Jarod's side, sending him skidding across the arena.
"You're strong, but strength alone won't win this," Jarod said, grimacing as he regained his footing.
He countered with his Shadow Step Technique again, appearing above Aric and striking down with a spinning Asura Slash. Aric barely managed to raise his sword in time to block, the force of the impact driving him to one knee.
The audience erupted into a frenzy, the intensity of the battle captivating everyone. The air was thick with anticipation, every clash of swords causing hearts to race and breaths to be held.
"That was close!" a young warrior exclaimed, clutching the railing in front of him.
"Aric is relentless," a woman in a crimson robe murmured, her eyes wide with admiration. "But Jarod... he's not backing down at all."
In the VIP section, an elder with a long, white beard stroked his chin thoughtfully. "This match is a testament to their hard work and dedication," he said to his companion. "Such talent in the younger generation is truly remarkable."
"Remarkable indeed," his companion agreed, nodding.
Aric's eyes narrowed as he activated the first subskill of his Eclipsing Shadow Blade, Shadow Slice. Instantly, his blade multiplied, striking from multiple angles at once. Jarod, though skilled, struggled to keep up. He blocked most of the attacks, but a few nicked him, drawing blood that stained the arena floor.
The crowd gasped, eyes wide with anticipation.
Aric sneered, his confidence unshaken. "Let's see how long you can last."
He activated the second subskill of his Eclipsing Shadow Blade, Phantom Strike. Shadows enveloped his form, and he seemed to split into multiple afterimages, each one launching an attack on Jarod.
Jarod's eyes darted around, trying to discern the real Aric from the illusions. He activated his Shadow Step Technique, his form becoming a blur as he weaved through the afterimages, countering with a powerful Asura Slash. The arena erupted in a symphony of clashing blades and crackling energy.
The ground beneath them trembled, cracks spreading out like spiderwebs from the force of their attacks. Both fighters were now breathing heavily, their bodies bruised and battered. Each strike and parry resonated with the audience, who watched in breathless silence.
"Why do you keep fighting, Jarod?" Aric spat, his voice filled with venom. "You know you're outmatched. Just give up and accept your fate."
"I'll never give up," Jarod replied, his voice steady and resolute. "I fight for those I love, for the honor of my family, and for my own redemption. You fight only for yourself, Aric. That's why you'll never truly win."
Aric's face twisted in anger. "You're a fool, Jarod. Your ideals will be your downfall."
Jarod's gaze hardened. "Maybe, but at least I'll fall with my integrity intact."
With a swift motion, Jarod reached into his robe and pulled out two talismans. One glowed with a fierce red light, the other shimmered with a protective blue aura. He knew this was his chance to turn the tide.
"Let's see how you handle this," Jarod said, activating the offensive talisman, the Inferno Talisman. Flames erupted around him, the air crackling with intense heat. He swung his sword, sending a wave of fire towards Aric.
Aric's eyes widened in surprise, but he quickly activated the third subskill of his Eclipsing Shadow Blade, Eclipse Barrage. A torrent of shadowy blades erupted from his sword, converging on Jarod's fiery attack. The two forces clashed mid-air, creating a spectacular explosion that sent shockwaves through the arena.
As the dust settled, Jarod activated the defensive talisman, the Aegis Talisman, creating a protective barrier around him. Aric's shadowy blades crashed into the barrier, each impact sending ripples through the shimmering shield.
"You think you can hide behind that shield forever?" Aric taunted, pouring more energy into his attacks.
Jarod gritted his teeth, the strain evident on his face. "I'm not hiding," he said, his voice filled with determination. "I'm fighting."
With a roar, Jarod launched himself at Aric, his blade blazing with a fierce light. The two collided once more, their clash sending shockwaves through the arena. Aric's Phantom Strike faltered under Jarod's relentless assault. Aric was forced to dodge and deflect with increasing desperation.
"You can't keep this up forever," Aric growled, his voice strained. He channeled more energy into his blade, the shadows around him growing darker and more menacing. "I'll break you."
"I'd like to see you try!" Jarod shouted back, his resolve unwavering. He activated his Asura's Berserker Rage, his aura flaring a deep red. His strength and speed increased dramatically, catching Aric off guard.
The audience was on the edge of their seats, the tension in the air almost tangible. Gasps and murmurs rippled through the crowd as they watched the two combatants push each other to their limits.
Jarod focused, drawing upon his Primordial Chaos Scripture to steady his mind. The intense battle had taken its toll, but he knew he had to dig deeper. He channeled his energy into Asura's Soul Devour, a technique that targeted Aric's very soul. The air around him crackled with dark energy as he unleashed the attack. Spectral tendrils shot forward, aiming directly for Aric.
The spectral energy crashed into Aric, who staggered back, a look of shock crossing his face. He felt an intense pressure on his soul, a sensation unlike any he had ever experienced. For a moment, fear flickered in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a seething rage.
"You'll pay for that," Aric growled, his voice low and dangerous. Summoning his Phantom Strike subskill again, shadows enveloped his form. He seemed to split into multiple afterimages, each one launching a coordinated attack on Jarod.
The crowd gasped in unison, the tension in the arena escalating with every passing second. Jarod's eyes darted around, trying to anticipate the oncoming onslaught. With a swift movement, he began to counter the attacks, his sword moving in a blur. He managed to block most of the strikes, but a few slipped through his defenses, nicking him and drawing blood that stained the arena floor.
Aric's eyes blazed with fury. The sight of Jarod's blood only seemed to embolden him further. "I'm just getting started," he hissed. With a flick of his wrist, he activated the third subskill of his Eclipsing Shadow Blade, Eclipse Barrage.
A torrent of shadowy blades erupted from his sword, converging on Jarod from all directions. The sheer volume of blades was overwhelming, darkening the arena as they closed in. The audience held their breath, the sheer scale of the attack leaving them in awe and terror.
Jarod's mind raced. He knew that he couldn't dodge this attack; it was too widespread. Instead, he planted his feet firmly on the ground and summoned all his remaining energy. His aura flared around him, creating a protective barrier of crimson light.
The shadowy blades crashed into the barrier with tremendous force, each impact sending shockwaves through the arena. Jarod grunted, the strain evident on his face, but he held firm. The ground beneath him cracked and splintered from the sheer force of the barrage.
Aric watched, his eyes narrowing. He could see the strain on Jarod's face, the way his body trembled under the relentless assault. "You're finished, Jarod!" he roared, pouring even more energy into the attack.
Jarod's barrier began to flicker, the strain becoming almost unbearable. He knew he had to do something, and fast. Summoning the last of his strength, he let out a roar and pushed back against the onslaught. The barrier expanded, repelling the shadowy blades with a burst of energy.
For a moment, everything was silent. The audience watched in stunned silence, unable to believe what they had just witnessed. Jarod stood, panting heavily, his body battered and bruised but still standing. Aric, meanwhile, looked equally exhausted, his face twisted in a mix of anger and disbelief.
"This isn't over," Jarod said, his voice low but filled with unwavering determination. "I won't stop until I've defeated you."
Aric's eyes narrowed, his grip tightening on his sword. "Then let's end this," he said, his voice cold and resolute.