The final round began.
Without hesitation, chaos erupted.
One by one, disciples lunged at each other like wild beasts.
Clang!
"Eat my sword, bastard!"
A furious roar echoed as a disciple slashed forward with bloodlust.
Clang!
His opponent blocked just in time, their blades shrieking against each other.
"AGHHH!"
With a growl, the defender twisted his stance and parried the strike, retaliating with a brutal counterattack.
"Take this!"
But before his sword could land—
Splurt!
"ARGHH!"
A third disciple blindsided him from behind, sending him crashing to the ground.
There was no order.
No mercy.
The arena had become a battlefield of desperation.
Disciples used whatever means necessary to defeat anyone who stood in their way…
Fists flew. Blades flashed. Hidden weapons shot through the air.
Explosions of Spiritual Energy lit up the Grand Platform as disciples unleashed every ounce of power they had.
Some roared:
"I'll make it to the Radiant Sky Pavilion!"