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The Student War Arena shook with unfiltered chaos—cheers, chants, and howls of laughter rolled like thunder from every corner of the stands. The long-awaited tradition, one that ignited every ten years, had finally begun again. And the crowd was hungry for blood, drama, and failure.
"Hmph!" Valand stepped forward with a sneer, his voice dripping disdain.
"Get off my battlefield. Just your presence here is an embarrassment. I trained for decades to be taken seriously, and now—everyone's just waiting for a comedy show. What a joke!"
He surged ahead, soul force crackling around his limbs like coiled lightning. His body was wrapped in a glowing shell of refined soul force, and his hands—flattened like blades—extended into gleaming energy swords, each one vibrating with lethal precision.
High above in the stands, the girl's mother gasped in horror.
"Oh no! He's not going to give our daughter even a second to summon her slime beast!"
