The roar of the crowd filled Kaelen's ears as he and Lira faced each other on the stage. Her intense gaze was locked onto him, her spear twirling effortlessly in her hand, the tip gleaming under the light. The tension in the air was palpable, and every fiber of Kaelen's being was alert. He could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on him as he took his stance, his sword shimmering in the dim light of the coliseum.
The referee raised his hand, and the crowd fell silent, waiting for the signal. Kaelen's heart pounded in his chest, his thoughts centered on one thing: victory.
"Begin!" the referee's voice echoed.
Quick steps!!
Intermediary Sword Mastery!!
Minimal Aura of a Swordsman!!
