"I don't care if you've leveled up, Kyle. I'm still going to make sure you regret ever trying to outshine me
Kyle calmly nodded upon meeting Milo's heated gaze, with a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. He had resisted the urge to respond, as found Milo's delusion amusing.
It was a familiar dance—Milo always seemed to believe that sheer effort could close the gap between them.
'Poor Milo,' Kyle thought, inwardly smiling. 'He doesn't even know how outmatched he is.'
As Instructor Layla walked up to the edge of the arena, her eyes shone with satisfaction. She raised her hand and called out, "Positions."
Both students moved into their fighting stances, Milo exuded raw lightning energy, his mana visibly crackling in the air around him while Kyle stood steadily with his hands relaxed but positioned, showing no sign of urgency.
Layla's gaze moved between the two before she signaled.
"Begin!"
