The air around the coliseum was thick with tension, charged by a thousand expectant eyes and the sheer force of magic reverberating through the stone. Frostpire versus the Kingdom of Light. The dream matchup no one wanted… except perhaps the gods themselves, who always seemed to have a twisted sense of entertainment. In the arena, Drake's face was twisted into a grimace as he launched backward, barely avoiding his own rebounding ice projectiles by erecting a thick ice wall. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦 It was only after hitting another target that the ice spear stopped. However, in the process of dodging, one had brushed past his cheek, drawing a thin line of blood. "She didn't even flinch," Drake muttered with narrowed eyes. "What are you?" Lumi simply stood there, her white hair swaying slightly with the cold breeze of Frostpire. The glittering cores around her had returned to a slow orbit, like stars obeying the gravity of a small sun. Her lips curved into a polite, childish smile as she said softly, "Big brother Drake is good, but you're not the one I want." "Who do you want then?" Drake didn't even know when the words left his mouth, but Lumi didn't say anything and simply dashed forward at him again, while he was momentarily confused about what to do. I can't attack her directly, as those orb things will only nullify my attacks. And there's no opening... what should I do? The dragon prince felt his palms grow sweaty and his thoughts swirl. It was easy to tell that Lumi wasn't physically strong, but her unknown skills were what made her terrifying. If Drake acted too recklessly, even if he was stronger than her, he might find himself in an unfavorable position—just like Nyxirith. "Hehehehehe, it seems the mighty Ice Prince is out of tricks." The Inferno Dragon mockingly laughed when they saw that Drake was simply running in circles without even making an effort to attack. The Inferno Dragon knew the reason for this and even considered it a smart move because of all the unknown skills of the Light Dragon Princess, but his petty self couldn't help but ridicule the Ice Monarch, whom he didn't get along with too well. Dracos didn't answer. He didn't see any need to and simply ignored the Inferno Dragon as if he didn't exist—something that greatly irritated the latter. "Pathetic," the Inferno Dragon huffed and continued to watch the match. This is bad. Though King Dracos appeared cool on the outside, he was slightly concerned in his heart. The Ice Monarch briefly shifted his gaze to Nox—his only trump card in this competition. Across the battlefield, Nox leapt into the air, twisting his body mid-flight as a blinding ray of light shot beneath him. He landed hard, cracking the stone beneath his boots, and wasted no time firing a volley of ice shards toward his assailant. They scattered into mist as they collided with a golden shield firmly held by a powerful half-transformed Light Warrior. BOOM! Nox's opponent merely staggered back, still firmly holding his shield, a trace of discomfort on his face. This warrior had initially been the one fighting Toren, and after dealing with their original opponents, Nox had decided to switch places with Toren. Now, the muscular dragon was helping Mira—the short one and the one who had been struggling the most. These guys are really worth the hype, Nox frowned. After fighting for a while, he couldn't help but admit that the Light Dragons were very powerful and skilled. However, they weren't without weakness. From the first opponent and now this one, Nox had come to realize that the Light Dragons solely depended on their element. Their physical strength was severely lacking. Nox's eyes narrowed as a sharp flash of enlightenment crossed his face. The Light Warrior held his shield tightly, his eyes wary. The Light Dragons didn't dare to act arrogant—not after witnessing Nox's match against the Wind Team and what he had done to his original opponents. However, little did he know that at this very moment, Nox had activated his strength-enhancing skill [Barbarian Strength] and further increased his overall power by transforming his arm into a jagged gauntleted fist. The Light Warrior flinched back a little, droplets of sweat glistening on his forehead. Then, before his very eyes, Nox moved. BOOM! The ice beneath him exploded as his body blurred forward. Even though he didn't activate Divine Velocity, the sheer power behind [Barbarian Strength] propelled him forward like a bolt of lightning. In the blink of an eye, Nox appeared before his opponent. Boom! Suddenly, the Light Warrior's shield disintegrated into light fragments as Nox's fist tore through its defenses. The Light Dragon saw his life flash before him as the gauntleted fist smashed into his head—and it exploded like a watermelon with a grenade buried inside. On the royal balcony, Thomas clenched his fists when he saw that one of the geniuses of the younger generation had been killed. He glanced at Dracos, but the cunning Ice Monarch just whistled, pretending as if no one was looking at him, which made the smug smile on Thomas's face vanish. By now, even the crowd had learned that Nox had eliminated two of the Light Team, but the Frostpire Kingdom didn't have time to celebrate. At that moment, something happened that made their hearts sink. … As soon as he finished dealing with that Light Dragon, Nox turned around—only to find that both Fenix and Mira had been defeated too. Fenix had one arm missing, and he could have lost more limbs if he hadn't surrendered in time. As for Mira, she was covered in bruises, her face swollen after being repeatedly punched by her female opponent—who was clearly jealous of her looks. She didn't stand a chance from the beginning, Nox sighed, as his gaze settled on the female dragon who had defeated Mira. Toren was still fighting her, but he was in terrible condition—which meant that the female Light Dragon was very troublesome. She was his next target. However, before he could make a move, Thomas—who seemed to have reached a boiling point after seeing through Nox's intention—gave a mental command. Just then, as soon as the command was given, Lumi disengaged from fighting Drake, who had lasted this long thanks to his evasive tactics. Lumi wasn't the only one who disengaged—the rest of the remaining six Light Warriors also stepped back, confusing the Frostpire team. "What are they doing?" Zara gasped, clearly exhausted and struggling to stand. "Everyone stand back!" Drake warned, his eyes narrowed on Lumi, who had a suspicious smile on her face. She was up to something—everyone could tell. And exactly a second later, the air around her erupted. Light—pure light—flooded the arena, rising like a geyser of golden fire. Crystals shattered, platforms cracked, and the battlefield went silent as a towering construct of energy took form behind her: a radiant figure with six wings and a face hidden behind an ornate mask. The spectators gasped. Even the officiators leapt to their feet. Dracos's confident expression shifted into one of fear, and a smug smile slowly appeared on Thomas's face. "She will keep the rest of you busy—and I'll have Big Brother Kawl all to myself." Lumi grinned like a psychopath as she lunged toward Nox, her gaze never leaving the shiny amulet on his neck.