The atmosphere in the arena was electric as the next match was announced. The host's voice boomed, "Ladies and gentlemen, the third match of the day! Aamir Singh versus Ishaan Deshmukh!"
Cheers erupted from the crowd as Aamir and Ishaan entered the ring. Aamir walked with calm confidence, his focused gaze locked on Ishaan. Ishaan, a formidable warrior with a reputation for resilience, grinned smugly, clearly underestimating his opponent.
Up in the balcony, the guild leaders and headmaster observed keenly. Haider Ali, the leader of Rath Chakra, leaned back in his chair, his eyes glinting with interest.
As the match began, Ishaan charged forward with Iron Fang, a basic but powerful strike designed to overwhelm opponents with sheer force. The crowd gasped at his speed and power, expecting Aamir to dodge or counter with a technique of his own.
But Aamir stood still. His calm demeanor didn't waver as Ishaan's attack closed in. Just as the strike was about to connect, Aamir sidestepped effortlessly, his movements so fluid and precise that it seemed almost inhuman.
Ishaan stumbled slightly, caught off guard. He turned quickly, throwing a barrage of punches and kicks, each one faster and more aggressive than the last. Yet, Aamir evaded them all with minimal effort, his body moving like water around Ishaan's strikes.
"Is he toying with him?" Rishi Kaushal murmured, intrigued.
"No," Haider Ali said with a faint smile. "He's reading him. Look closely—Aamir hasn't wasted a single movement."
The crowd began to murmur, disbelief spreading as Ishaan's attacks failed to land. Aamir, still silent, suddenly shifted. With a single, swift motion, he struck Ishaan's chest with an open palm.
The impact sent Ishaan flying across the ring. He hit the ground hard and didn't rise. The arena fell into stunned silence.
"The winner of this match: Aamir Singh!" the referee announced.
The crowd erupted in a mix of cheers and astonished murmurs. Many couldn't believe what they had just witnessed.
"Unbelievable," Aryaman Joshi said, shaking his head. "He didn't use a single Adreno Art. He won purely through technique and precision."
"His control is terrifying," Kaveri Mahadevan added. "It's as if he's operating on a completely different level."
Haider Ali chuckled. "I told you. That boy doesn't need flashy techniques. His strength lies in his discipline and focus. The others will realize soon enough."
Rizwana Gouri, watching Aamir closely, narrowed her eyes. "He's not just strong—he's calculated. There's more to him than meets the eye."
Aamir, unfazed by the attention, left the ring quietly, his expression as calm as it had been when he entered.
The excitement of Aamir's match hadn't even subsided when the host announced the next battle. "And now, the fourth match of the day! Riya Kapoor versus Raghav Chawla!." "Both magic user from The guild of Elemental and light magic The Prakriti Sangh but one is a advance Elemental magic user and one is spacial in illusion magic and binding spells and in shadow magic."
The crowd's anticipation reignited as the two magic users stepped into the ring. Riya, known for her exceptional control over elemental magic, stood tall and confident, her piercing gaze locked on Raghav.
Raghav, a master of illusion and binding spells, smirked arrogantly. "Ready to lose, Riya?" he taunted.
"Let's find out," Riya replied coolly.
The air crackled with energy as the match began. Raghav was the first to act, casting Phantom Mirage, an illusion spell that created multiple copies of himself. The clones spread out across the ring, surrounding Riya.
Riya didn't flinch. She raised her hand, chanting softly. The ground beneath her feet began to shimmer as she cast Blaze Wave, a wave of fire that swept outward in all directions. The illusionary clones vanished in the flames, revealing the real Raghav.
Raghav countered with Binding Chains, summoning spectral chains that shot toward Riya, aiming to immobilize her. Riya reacted instantly, raising a wall of water with Aqua Shield to block the attack. The chains sizzled as they collided with the water, evaporating into steam.
"She's sharp," Anirudh Malhotra observed, his eyes narrowing. "Her reactions are almost instantaneous."
"And she's versatile," Kaveri Mahadevan added. "Switching between elements seamlessly. Impressive."
Raghav, realizing brute force wouldn't work, changed tactics. He cast **Shadow Veil**, shrouding the ring in darkness. The crowd strained to see what was happening, but even the magical screen struggled to pierce the gloom.
Riya remained calm, her voice steady as she chanted a new spell. Light Burst erupted from her palm, dispelling the shadows and forcing Raghav to retreat.
"Clever," Rudra Pratap Singh said. "She's controlling the pace of the fight, refusing to let him dictate the terms."
Raghav scowled, clearly frustrated. He cast Frost Bind, aiming to freeze Riya in place. Ice spread rapidly across the ring, but Riya countered with *Inferno Surge*, melting the ice before it could reach her.
The two continued to exchange spells, the arena lighting up with bursts of fire, ice, and lightning. Each move was met with a counter, neither willing to give an inch.
As the battle raged on, the crowd was mesmerized. The sheer display of magical prowess left them on the edge of their seats.
"Both are exceptional," Aryaman Joshi said. "But Riya has the edge. Her composure is unshakable."
"She's waiting," Rizwana observed, her golden eyes gleaming. "Raghav's getting desperate. He's burning through his mana too quickly."
Sure enough, Raghav's attacks began to slow, his movements less precise. Riya seized the opportunity, summoning a storm of flames with Firestorm Vortex. The attack forced Raghav onto the defensive, his shield spell barely holding.
"Raghav's in trouble," Avighna Sharma noted. "If he doesn't turn this around soon, it's over."
But the match wasn't over yet. Raghav, realizing he was cornered, prepared to unleash his most powerful spell. His hands glowed with dark energy as he began to chant, the air around him growing heavy.
Riya, however, was already preparing her next move, her eyes filled with determination. The crowd watched with bated breath, knowing the climax was near.