Monsters.
That was the only correct way to describe the two currently fighting in the arena.
The barrier containing the two was now filled with cracks that were actively trying to fix themselves.
The arena floor was filled with craters, and the atmosphere surrounding them was so hot that the crowd could see heat waves rising.
The Church's representative, Cyrillus, had a frown on his face as he continued floating above the arena floor, looking down at his opponent.
Darius, meanwhile, had a grin on his face and flames on his body.
It was very clear from the bruises on both his face and body that he was the one getting the most damage so far, and yet he was only grinning.
Which could only be seen as idiocy.
Cyrillus descended slightly and raised his palm, and the crowd watched as light mana started building up within it.
It was the same concentrated output that had been launching Darius across the arena for the past several minutes.
