"BOOOOOMMMMMMMMMM!"
Sirik clashed against the ground with so much strength that he formed a massive crater, generating a dust cloud that covered his figure.
Silence reigned in the coliseum as everybody waited to see what would happen. Sirik's body was formidable, but he took Magno's strike point blank, so it was impossible to say what would happen.
The cloud of dust soon dispersed, and everybody could see Sirik's figure buried in the ground. His legs were out twisted in an unseemly manner, but the rest was beneath the earth.
It was clear that the attack did not kill the Astral Fiend since Ezequiel would have teleported him had that been the case, but there was a chance it left him unconscious, which would grant the Eldar the victory.
Magno's entire body trembled due to the immense pressure it was enduring, and a smile emerged on his face as he saw that Sirik was not moving.
"CRACK!"
Unfortunately for the Eldar, the sound of the ground cracking echoed the next second, and Sirik's bloody figure emerged from the ground.
The first thing Sirik did was puke a mouthful of blood, and it took him a moment to stand up. The Astral Fiend's breathing was rough, and it was clear that the strike did a lot of damage, but he clenched his teeth and strengthened the grip on his swords.
Magno saw that and sighed before looking to the sky.
"I surrender."
Although the Eldar's battle intent was far from empty, there was nothing left in his energy pool. Sirik was hurt but could still fight, and Magno knew he could not endure another attack from those swords.
Since the victor was obvious and continuing fighting would not change things, Magno chose to end the fight now instead of forcing things and making the Emptiness Thearch save him the next minute.
Ezequiel nodded and waved his hand, generating streams of black-white lightning that entered the duo's body.
"The winner is Sirik of the Astral Fiend Lineage."
Sirik smiled as he heard those words and finally relaxed. While he could still fight, Magno's last attack shattered most of his inner organs except for his heart and brain.
After one minute, Ezequiel sent Sirik out of the arena and brought the duo that would fight next.
One was a four-armed humanoid with a crown made of four black holes with golden event horizons, and the other resembled a bone cocoon with ten black wings, each with one blue eye.
"Baldur of the Viking Supernova Lineage vs. Azazel of the Depravita Race."
Baldur stared at his enemy and could not help but sigh. He did not care about the odd appearance of his enemy since, while most life forms had humanoid bodies, there were many Depravitas and Eldars with bizarre constitutions.
The Viking sighed because Azazel was the last opponent he wanted. He had enough confidence in his physical might to face Sirik, but that did not do much against the Depravita.
"Fight!"
Baldur flashed forward at full speed with his energy and bloodline burning and the four black holes exploding with power.
Azazel did not move a muscle, but her Depravita Aura burned as each of the ten blue eyes on her wings burst with a dark light.
Just as Baldur was four meters away from Azazel and ready to unleash a devastating barrage of punches over the Depravita, his eyes trembled just to lose their light the next second.
The Viking fell to the ground unconscious while eight of the Depravita's blue eyes exploded into a gory pulp.
Ezequiel sent a stream of vitality into the duo, healing their wounds before declaring the winner.
"Azazel of the Depravita Race is the winner."
People began to cheer once the winner was declared, but there was not much enthusiasm in the crowd. Azazel was a mighty genius Depravita, but she mastered illusion spells.
While illusions were incredibly powerful, and there were great inheritances in the Daybreak Universe left by the Samsara Thearch, they were not exactly flashy.
Baldur attacked as fast as he could the instant the fight started, but he fell into Azazel's illusion, and his soul force froze, leaving him unconscious. The Viking Supernova Lineage granted immense physical might but was not known for its soul defenses.
Ezequiel let the young Depravita enjoy the glory for a minute before sending her and Baldur out of the arena.
Once the next couple arrived, tension covered the entire coliseum. They were a young woman with twelve blue plasma wings and four tiny black holes and the other a man with white hair, golden eyes, and a calm smile.
"Lith of the Fallen Lineage and Aion of the Human Lineage."
The last time Aion appeared, no one expected much of him, but now he unleashed an aura so powerful and mysterious that it seemed capable of drowning the entire coliseum.
"Fight!"
Lith waved her wings the instant she heard Ezequiel's voice and flew to the sky at full speed while freezing the space between her and Aion. The image of Zaphirox's head about to leave his body was clear in the mind of the Fallen.
While most of the strength in that punch belonged to the Eldar, she was smart enough to understand that it would be impossible for Aion to perform that counter without having a very strong body himself.
Although Lith had some of the Viking Bloodline running through her veins, it was feeble, and she knew her only chance of winning this fight would be by avoiding a melee battle.
The Fallen expected Aion to follow after her, which is why she froze the space in her path, but to her surprise, the young man remained on the ground and just looked at her while the distance between them grew.
Lith rose to the sky for twenty seconds before stopping. She was at the perfect distance where her attacks would instantly reach Aion and grant her enough time to dodge anything he could send her.
"Heaven's Rain!"
Lith did not hesitate before burning her energy and bloodline, materializing hundreds of ice spears in the sky.
Aion displayed immense speed and reflexes when he avoided every attack of Zaphirox, but Lith wanted to see how he would handle a rain of spells.
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