As Cirus and Dorian faced off, the tension in the hall became palpable. The spectators watched in silence as both contestants gathered their aura, channeling it into their bodies and weapons.
Peak Soul-Strengthening Realm!
Both warriors stood at the same level, but Dorian's confident smile didn't falter. "I'll let you make the first move. Go ahead."
Cirus' eyes narrowed. "Then I won't be polite." Without hesitation, he infused his body with aura, his muscles bulging with power, and dashed toward Dorian with blinding speed. His wooden scimitar, crackling with a faint translucid aura, sliced through the air with deadly precision, aiming for Dorian's side.
In one fluid motion, Dorian stepped back and effortlessly parried the strike with his wooden spear, his aura perfectly counterbalancing the force of the attack. The clash of weapons sent a small shockwave through the air, but Dorian's expression remained calm, his stance unshaken.
