The arena trembled with anticipation.
The final battle was about to begin.
Two figures stepped into the center, their mere presence enough to silence the crowd.
S-rank hunters.
Legends in human form.
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"The Clash of Titans"
["Ladies and gentlemen, the moment you've all been waiting for! The grand finale of The Great Festival!"]
The announcer's voice boomed through the stadium, heightening the tension.
["On the left, we have Kael Varen, S-rank mage, type: element, class: lightning! A hunter whose power is said to rival the fury of a storm!"]
Kael, a man draped in a high-collared black coat, exuded an overwhelming aura. Sparks of electricity danced along his fingertips, crackling with restrained power.
["And on the right, we have Ilya Crest, S-rank assassin, class: dagger and stealth! Known for her speed that defies human limits, she has never been seen once she vanishes into the shadows!"]
Ilya, a woman clad in a sleek black combat suit, merely smiled. Unlike Kael's overwhelming presence, hers was an eerie absence—as if the very air bent around her existence.
I adjusted my seat, my eyes locked onto the stage.
This was it.
The peak of human combat.
A fight between the strongest beings in the country.
The battle commenced with a simple flick of the referee's hand.
And in the next instant—
Kael disappeared.
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Beyond Human Perception
The moment the battle started, Kael didn't move—he teleported.
A blinding flash of lightning erupted, and he was suddenly behind Ilya, his hand crackling with condensed electricity.
A direct hit.
The entire arena gasped.
…But Kael's fist struck only air.
Ilya had already moved.
No.
She hadn't just moved.
She had vanished.
Kael's eyes flickered in realization—just as a blade sliced toward his throat.
But before it could connect—
BOOM!
A massive thunderclap echoed as a shield of lightning erupted around him, repelling the attack.
Ilya reappeared a few feet away, her dagger gleaming.
She smirked.
["Not bad."]
Kael exhaled, his hands sparking with lethal voltage.
["Likewise."]
And then—
They truly began.
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The Impossible Fight
What followed was a battle no human should be able to perceive.
Kael's lightning turned him into a blur of destruction, each attack crackling with enough force to vaporize steel.
Ilya's stealth made her an invisible specter, dodging each blow by margins so small they defied logic.
It was pure chaos.
Lightning storms raged across the arena.
Blades flickered in and out of reality.
The air itself seemed to split apart from the sheer force of their movements.
The battle pushed both to their limits.
Kael's body was scorched from his own voltage.
Ilya's movements became more erratic, her breathing ragged.
And yet, neither backed down.
Because this wasn't just a fight.
It was a clash of monsters.
And the world was watching.
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The Decisive Moment
Kael's lightning surged to its peak, condensing into a singular orb of pure destruction.
Ilya vanished into the shadows, her presence fading into absolute nothingness.
Both prepared their final attack.
The moment stretched.
And then—
They struck.
A blinding explosion engulfed the arena.
The entire stadium trembled, the air itself shattered by the impact.
As the dust settled…
Only one figure remained standing.
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The Aftermath
Kael panted, his coat in tatters.
Ilya lay on the ground, her breath shallow.
The announcer, stunned into silence, finally spoke.
["…Winner: Kael Varen!"]
The arena erupted into cheers.
The battle was over.
I leaned back, my mind spinning.
That fight…
It was beyond anything I had ever seen.
But now—
Now, I had it.
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Reflections of Power
As the celebrations continued, I quietly retreated.
I needed to think.
System Log—Skills Acquired:
Lightning Manipulation (Kael's ability to wield and shape electricity).
Stealth Mastery (Ilya's absolute disappearance technique).
Instantaneous Combat Calculation (Both fighters' ability to analyze and react at inhuman speeds).
Phase Step (A movement skill beyond human perception).
And many more.
I exhaled.
I came here to learn.
And I had succeeded.
I was no longer just a spectator.
I was preparing for something far greater.
And this festival…
Was only the beginning.
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