The tournament's arena was alive with energy as the announcer's voice echoed across Harena Sand. The first rounds of the tournament had begun, and the crowd roared as the Elite Rankers from the seven guilds prepared for battle. Each guild's fighters stepped forward, their presence commanding attention, their reputations preceding them. This was the moment they had trained for, and the time to prove their dominance.
The First Match: Flameheart Dominion vs. Frostveil Haven
The first fight showcased the raw ferocity of Flameheart Dominion against the chilling precision of Frostveil Haven.
Kael Ignar, the leader of Flameheart, stood on the sidelines, observing his guild's elite rankers with pride. The fighters representing Flameheart ignited the arena with torrents of flames, their fiery auras lighting up the desert sands. Their strikes were relentless, their flames roaring like untamed beasts. Opposing them were the rankers of Frostveil Haven, calm and composed fighters. With a wave of their hands, they summoned chains of ice that clashed against Flameheart's fire, the arena filling with steam as the elements collided.
The battle was a display of strength and strategy, with Flameheart's elite rankers ultimately overpowering Frostveil Haven in a climactic explosion of fire. The crowd erupted in cheers as Flameheart Dominion claimed victory in the first match.
The Second Match: Zephyros Sanctum vs. Terraforge Realm
Next came the clash between the swift and elusive warriors of Zephyros Sanctum and the unyielding strength of Terraforge Realm.
Belli Jim, known as the "Wind Hunter," moved like a blur, his movements a whirlwind of strikes and gusts. His speed made him nearly untouchable, a force of nature that left the crowd breathless. Terraforge's representatives were towering figures who stood unmoved against the onslaught. Their earth-shielding techniques deflected Belli's attacks, their endurance a testament to their guild's reputation.
In the end, Belli's speed proved too much even for Terraforge's defenses, and Zephyros Sanctum emerged victorious. The crowd roared their approval as the match ended in a flurry of wind and dust.
Ryn's Challenge
As the announcer prepared to announce the third match, all eyes turned to Ryn Ignis. The young warrior stood calmly, his expression unreadable. His cloak billowed slightly in the desert breeze, and his fiery aura flickered faintly around him.
"The next match will be…" the announcer began, pausing for dramatic effect, "Zephyros Sanctum's Belli Jim versus Ryn Ignis, the independent fighter!"
The crowd burst into laughter, jeering and mocking the newcomer.
The crowd fell silent for a moment before erupting into uproarious laughter. "Go home and drink your mother's milk , new baby!" someone shouted. Others joined in, their voices mocking and derisive.
The Third Match: Ryn Ignis vs. Zephyros Sanctum's Belli Jim
As the arena settled, the announcer declared Ryn's opponent: Belli Jim, the Wind Hunter. The crowd cheered as Belli entered the ring, his every movement exuding confidence.
Belli pointed at Ryn with a mocking smile. "Listen, kid, I'll give you a chance to walk away. I don't hold back, and I'd rather not break you in half."
Ryn didn't respond. He simply smiled, his silence speaking louder than words, his hands casually tucked into his pockets.
Belli's smile faltered. "You've got guts, I'll give you that. But you're going to regret this."
As the announcer signaled the start of the match, Belli wasted no time. He launched himself at Ryn, moving at impossible speeds, his wind-infused strikes slicing through the air.
The crowd cheered wildly, already anticipating Ryn's defeat.
But Ryn stood motionless, his hands still in his pockets. At the last moment, he withdrew his right hand and delivered a single, precise punch. The force of the attack sent Belli flying out of the ring.
The arena fell silent, the sheer force of the attack leaving everyone stunned.
The Aftermath
The silence in the arena was deafening. The crowd, the guild masters, even the other rankers—all were frozen in shock.
Ryn's voice broke the silence, a loud, mocking laugh that echoed across the arena. He stepped to the center of the ring, his fiery aura flaring around him like a devil's shroud. He Replied, I have not come here to fight with any one person, I have come here to fight with all of you Rankers.
After saying this Ryn Ignis "Hahaha! Weaklings!" he bellowed, his smile twisted into a devilish grin. "Come on, all of you! I'm waiting!"
The crowd erupted, their shock giving way to outrage. The elite rankers from the six remaining guilds, their pride wounded, rose from their seats.
One by one, they entered the ring, their auras flaring as they prepared to face the young upstart. Flames, frost, wind, shadows, and light swirled together as the arena became a battlefield.
Ryn's smile faded, replaced by a serious expression. He shifted into a combat stance, his aura intensifying, flames flowing around his body like a living entity.
The announcer's voice trembled as he declared, "The match has been approved! Ryn Ignis versus the elite rankers of six guilds!"
As the rankers charged at Ryn, the mysterious figure from Eclipsar Crown, watching from the shadows, chuckled softly. "Interesting… very interesting."
The chapter ended with the clash of powers shaking the arena, a prelude to chaos.