The atmosphere in the arena crackled with tension as the dust settled, revealing a new figure. Captain Khalib Ashfar, the second captain of Litrian, stood tall, his presence commanding immediate respect.
"Hey kid," he called out to Kyeros, his voice steady and authoritative. "Did you listen to the instructions? No using of ultimate skills."
Kyeros, seething with rage, glared at Khalib. "You think you can just stop me? I'll kill him!" he shouted, pointing a furious finger at Paul.
Khalib remained unfazed, his expression unyielding. "You're disqualified," he stated flatly.
Gasps filled the arena as the spectators processed the announcement. Kyeros, still brimming with anger, charged at Khalib, but the captain sidestepped effortlessly, his movements fluid and calculated. Kyeros attacked again and again, but Khalib simply dodged each blow with ease.
"Enough!" Khalib finally declared. He invoked "Shadow Bind," a powerful technique that ensnared Kyeros, rendering him immobile. The arena echoed with the sound of Kyeros' frustrated roars.
Khalib's patience waned. With a surge of potent aura, he unleashed a wave of energy that knocked Kyeros unconscious. "Get this out of my sight," he commanded the guards, who swiftly escorted the defeated fighter away.
Paul stood stunned, processing the display of power he had just witnessed. *This guy is bad news,* he thought, shaken by the second captain's overwhelming strength.
Minutes later, the announcer declared, "The winner is Paul!" The crowd erupted in cheers, celebrating his victory as his friends rushed to congratulate him.
Meanwhile, the scene shifted back to the captains' area. Khalib rejoined his fellow captains, where Captain Alucard Dracule leaned forward, a smirk on his face. "Close one, huh? If you hadn't stopped that attack, that guy would've been seriously wounded or worse."
Khalib nodded, his expression serious. "Yeah, that attack was powerful. But it could've been devastating if he'd used it properly. We can't ignore the potential of Paul. That skill of his—every time he takes a hit, he grows stronger. It's a remarkable ability."
Captain Flamma de Roma chimed in, "He'd be a good fit for my squad, then, with that kind of strength."
"That's right," Captain Luna added. "Since you rely solely on your own strength, we won't mind taking him into your squad."
The other captains murmured in agreement, considering Paul's impressive performance.
"Then it's settled," Alucard concluded with a grin. The cheers of the crowd echoed in the arena, a signal of excitement for the upcoming match.
"And now," the announcer's voice rang out, "the next battle will be Vader versus Frosty servanna
As the announcer declared the match, the crowd erupted in cheers for the impending clash between Vader and Frosty Servanna, the formidable ice mage.
The battle commenced with Frosty unleashing a flurry of ice shards, each glimmering ominously as they sliced through the air. Vader, quick on his feet, deftly dodged and deflected the shards, his determination unwavering. He charged forward, aiming to slice Frosty in half with his blade, only to discover that his target was a mere clone, shattering into countless icy fragments.
Before he could react, Frosty appeared behind him, summoning a massive boulder of ice with the skill "Icy Colossus." Vader, relying on his brute strength, managed to slice the boulder in two just in time, leaving Frosty momentarily stunned. Seizing the opportunity, Vader hurled small blades toward Frosty, but once again, it was another clone that met his attack.
Frosty's laughter echoed around the arena as he unleashed "Blizzard Veil," engulfing the battlefield in a swirling tempest of snow and ice. Amidst the blizzard, he taunted Vader, mocking his lack of unique skills and prowess.
Minutes passed in a tense standstill, the cold biting into Vader's resolve. Suddenly, Frosty reappeared behind him, casting "Ice Age," a spell that froze the arena floor beneath Vader's feet.
Would Vader be able to escape the icy grip of defeat, or was he destined to be ensnared in Frosty's chilling magic?