⚔️ Round Two – Match 6
Tomas Vale vs Levi Argent
The arena lights dimmed slightly as the next names appeared.
Tomas Vale
First Year – Shockwave Impact Magic
Weapon: Reinforced Combat Gauntlets
Levi Argent
Third Year – Light Acceleration Magic
Weapon: Twin Rapiers
A murmur surged immediately.
"Levi's one of the fastest in the academy."
"Light acceleration is nearly impossible to track."
"But Tomas crushed his last opponent with raw force…"
Levi stepped into the arena with effortless confidence.
Silver hair glinting under the barrier lights.
Two thin rapiers gleamed in his hands.
He twirled them once.
"Try not to blink."
Tomas walked in quietly.
His gauntlets clicked as he tightened his fists.
Heavy.
Solid.
Unshaken.
The referee raised his hand.
"Match ends by knockout, ring out, or surrender."
A breath.
"Begin!"
GONNNNNG!!
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Light Takes the First Move
Levi vanished.
Not illusion.
Not teleportation.
Acceleration.
FLASH—!
He appeared at Tomas's right flank instantly.
Rapier thrust.
SHINK!
Tomas raised his gauntlet—
CLANG!
The strike deflected off reinforced metal.
Levi was already gone.
Rear strike—
Left angle—
Upper thrust—
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
The audience gasped.
"He can't even see him!"
Tomas absorbed each hit with minimal movement.
But Levi's speed kept rising.
Each dash sharper.
Faster.
He reappeared in front.
Grinning.
"You're tough."
He lunged again—
Both rapiers stabbing forward.
One slipped through—
A shallow cut across Tomas's arm.
Levi smirked.
"Too slow."
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The Counter Begins
Tomas exhaled slowly.
Then—
He stepped forward.
A single punch.
BOOM!!
The air exploded.
A visible shockwave burst outward.
Levi's eyes widened—
He twisted mid-dash to avoid it—
But the pressure still grazed him.
He slid back.
Boots scraping.
"…That wasn't normal force."
Tomas rolled his shoulders.
"Close range is enough."
---
Flash Assault
Levi clicked his tongue.
Then smiled.
"Let's test that."
Light surged violently around him.
SHIIIIING—!
His body blurred completely.
Afterimages flooded the arena.
He appeared above Tomas—
Blades descending.
"Lightfall!"
Tomas raised both arms—
Gauntlets crossed—
BOOM!!
Shockwave collided with Levi's strike.
Dust exploded outward.
Levi vanished again mid-air—
Reappearing behind—
Aimed at Tomas's spine.
But—
Tomas pivoted instantly.
His fist drove backward.
BOOOOM!!
The shockwave detonated behind him.
Levi barely escaped—
—but the blast forced him back several meters.
The crowd roared.
---
Pressure Build
Levi's breathing sharpened.
"…You're reading my rhythm."
Tomas stepped forward again.
Slow.
Steady.
Every step grounded.
"Your attacks are fast."
Another step.
"But predictable."
Levi's expression hardened.
He surged again—
Faster.
Sharper.
A relentless barrage.
CLANG! CLANG! SHINK! CLANG!
This time—
Several strikes landed.
Small cuts opened across Tomas's arms and shoulder.
But—
Every time Levi came close—
BOOM! BOOM!
Shockwaves forced him back.
He couldn't stay in range.
---
Acceleration Overload
Levi wiped blood from his lip.
"…Then I'll break through."
Light erupted around him.
Continuous acceleration.
Not bursts anymore.
Flow.
His body became a streak of light.
He attacked without pause.
Left—
Right—
Spin—
Pierce—
CLANG! SHINK! CLANG! SHINK!
The audience could barely follow.
"He's overwhelming him!"
Tomas blocked—
But his stance shifted slightly.
Pressure building.
Levi pushed harder.
Faster.
Faster—
But—
His breathing began to break.
Tomas noticed.
> You're burning everything at once.
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The Decisive Impact
Levi roared.
All speed condensed into one final strike.
A straight-line thrust aimed at Tomas's chest.
"Break through!"
Tomas stepped forward.
Not back.
Forward.
He pulled his arm back—
Muscles tightened—
Gauntlet compressed—
Then—
BOOOOOOOM!!!
A full-force shockwave punch exploded forward.
The air shattered.
Levi's thrust collided—
—and collapsed instantly.
The impact blasted through his stance.
His body was thrown backward violently.
CRAAAAASH!
He hit the ground—
Sliding—
Rolling—
Crossing the boundary line.
Silence.
Then—
"Ring out! Winner — Tomas Vale!"
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Aftermath
The arena erupted.
"He overpowered light acceleration?!"
"That shockwave… insane!"
"He doesn't even use a weapon—just gauntlets!"
Levi lay outside the ring, breathing heavily.
He looked up at Tomas.
"…You forced me to fight your pace."
Tomas rested his gauntlet against his shoulder.
"You chose to rush."
Levi let out a weak laugh.
"…Next time, I won't."
---
Observers
From the stands—
Iren watched silently.
> Pure impact-based combat.
No tricks.
No concealment.
Just force and timing.
Lyra's eyes narrowed.
Calculating.
Riven smirked.
"Now that's a fight."
Sylven folded his arms.
"Direct… but effective."
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⚔️ Round Two – Match 7
Ronan Blazewind vs Nyx Virel
The arena floor was still warm from the previous match.
Cracks spider-webbed across the stone.
The barrier shimmered faintly overhead.
The crowd had grown quieter now.
Because this fight…
…was not about raw power.
It was about control.
The referee raised his hand.
"Victory by knockout, surrender, or ring out."
A pause.
"Begin!"
DING—!
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Opening Silence
Neither moved.
A thin layer of mist slowly crept across the ground.
Nyx's rapier glinted under the arena light.
Ronan's flame saber flickered — not wildly.
Controlled.
Disciplined.
She'll test first, Ronan thought.
Nyx's eyes narrowed slightly.
His flame isn't aggressive… he's conserving mana.
Then—
She vanished.
FSSSHHH—!
Mist exploded outward as she dashed low.
---
First Exchange
A silver flash.
CLANG!!!
Rapier met flame saber.
Sparks burst outward.
Steam hissed where fire touched mist.
TSSSSHHH—!
Nyx twisted her wrist mid-clash, sliding along his blade, aiming for his ribs.
Ronan pivoted sharply.
CLANG!
Blocked.
But Nyx wasn't stopping.
Three rapid thrusts—
TING! TING! TING!
All deflected — barely.
The audience gasped.
"She's fast!"
Ronan stepped back once.
Only once.
His eyes sharpened.
"You rely on vision disruption."
Nyx smirked faintly.
"And you rely on controlled range."
---
Mist Domain
Suddenly—
The mist thickened.
Not knee-level.
Not waist-level.
Chest level.
The arena disappeared into white haze.
Gasps echoed in the stands.
"Can he even see her?!"
Ronan exhaled slowly.
Temperature shift. Air displacement. Listen.
A faint ripple—
Left.
He swung instantly.
FWOOOOSH!
Flames cut through vapor.
But—
Nothing.
A presence behind—
CLANG!!!
The rapier struck his shoulder guard.
Heat flared instantly.
Nyx leapt back before the flames licked upward.
"Too slow."
Ronan turned calmly.
"No. Too predictable."
---
Pressure Build
He changed stance.
Lower.
Flames intensified slightly.
Not larger—
Hotter.
The mist near him began thinning automatically.
Nyx clicked her tongue.
He's raising temperature gradually to counter my domain…
She darted again.
This time from above.
Aerial thrust.
SHING—!
Ronan rotated and caught it mid-air.
CLAAANG!!!
Shockwaves rippled outward.
Steam burst violently around them.
TSSSSSHHHH!!!
Nyx's eyes widened slightly.
He pushed forward.
Flame flared brighter—
Not wild.
Compressed.
Focused.
She disengaged quickly.
---
Tactical Shift
Nyx inhaled sharply.
"Fine… let's raise it."
The mist began moving unnaturally.
Swirling.
Rotating.
Condensing.
Four identical silhouettes appeared around Ronan.
Illusion through density variation.
The crowd erupted.
"Which one is real?!"
Four rapiers lunged at once.
SHING! SHING! SHING! SHING!
Ronan didn't move.
Not yet.
At the last second—
He slammed his blade into the ground.
"Flare Step."
BOOOOOOM!!!
A circular burst of flame exploded outward in a controlled shockwave.
Mist evaporated violently.
Three illusions vanished instantly.
The real Nyx was forced backward—
—but she rolled mid-air and landed cleanly.
However—
Her breathing had changed.
Slightly heavier.
---
Mid-Battle Tension
Both were sweating now.
Heat versus concealment.
Precision versus disruption.
Nyx dashed again, faster than before.
She slid under his guard—
A perfect thrust aimed at his abdomen—
CLANG!!!
Blocked.
But this time—
She twisted mid-contact and dragged the blade across his arm.
A shallow cut.
Blood.
The audience froze.
Ronan looked at the cut.
Then at her.
"Good strike."
Nyx didn't smile.
"Next one won't be shallow."
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Final Escalation
Ronan's flame deepened in color.
Not bigger.
Denser.
The temperature around him visibly distorted the air.
The mist could no longer fully approach within a two-meter radius.
Nyx realized it instantly.
He's shrinking my movement field…
He stepped forward.
Not rushed.
Measured.
Each step evaporated mist.
TSSSSHHH… TSSSHHH…
She attacked repeatedly.
Rapid thrust combinations—
TING! CLANG! TING! CLANG!
Each deflected.
Each forcing her back an inch.
Then—
Ronan vanished.
A sudden forward burst.
"—!"
Nyx barely reacted.
CLAAAAANG!!!
Blades locked inches from her face.
Heat scorched past her cheek.
Their eyes met.
"You fight well."
He twisted his blade downward—
Then kicked the ground.
A sudden flame burst propelled him forward.
Nyx was forced back—
Back—
Back—
Until—
Her heel hit the arena edge.
She lunged desperately—
Final thrust aimed at his chest—
Ronan stepped inside her range.
Impossible angle.
His blade locked hers.
And with a controlled shoulder shove—
She lost footing.
THUD!!!
Nyx fell outside the ring boundary.
Silence.
The referee raised his arm.
"Winner — Ronan Blazewind!"
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Aftermath
The crowd exploded.
Not because of destruction.
But because of mastery.
Ronan extinguished his flame instantly.
Breathing steady.
Nyx stood slowly.
She looked at him quietly.
"…You didn't overpower me."
"No."
"You restricted me."
"Yes."
A small smile touched her lips.
"…Next time."
He nodded.
High above—
Headmaster Aldaric Dain observed quietly.
A faint, thoughtful look crossed his face.
The tournament…
was beginning to shift.
Round 2 continued...