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Talira hovered just out of reach, her eyes scanning Rhea, who stood ready to strike.

With a flap of her wings, she unleashed a burst of wind.

Rhea countered with her own spells, claws extending in a blur of dark energy as she hurled sharp, arcane projectiles in the air.

But Talira was already moving, moving effortlessly through the air, dodging each attack.

Next, she retaliated with a series of long-range incantations—her iconic feathers hit the ground near Rhea, exploding with enough force to shake the arena.

Each strike forced Rhea to shield herself, and the constant effort drained her faster than she anticipated.

As Rhea staggered, breathing heavier, Talira launched one final assault—a barrage of light-filled feathers that surrounded Rhea, hitting her from all angles.

Unable to keep up, she was quickly overwhelmed, her defenses crumbling.

With one final spell, Talira formed a massive gust of wind, lifting Rhea off her feet and throwing her to the ground, breathless and exhausted.

The fight was over,

Rhea's shoulders heaved as she steadied her breathing. She had fought hard, but there was no denying the result

Without a word, she lifted her head and offered a tired but genuine nod.
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Talira's response was equally silent, a brief smile passing between them—one of respect, and mutual understanding.

Finally, the third round began.

The bearkin announcer's voice boomed again, filling the arena.

"Ladies and gentlemen, what you've all been waiting for is finally here!"

He paused, letting the tension build as the spectators held its breath.

"The next battle is between none other than Sorcerer Ash, facing off against the current holder of the fastest win record, Sorcerer Thenara!"

The crowd jumped to their feet, faces filled with excitement as soon as they heard Asher's alias. His name was already tied to thrilling, powerful, and epic battles.

But it wasn't just him that made the crowd excited.

His opponent was none other than Thenara, the favorite to win the tournament. She was also known as one of the fastest casters, making this match even more thrilling.

This was a fight between casting speed and overwhelming power.

Thenara was the first to stand, soaring into the arena with no sign of fear at all.

Asher followed shortly after.

When they landed in the center of the arena, both fighters locked eyes.

Neither spoke to each other; they would let their actions do the talking.

Thenara, a member of the Snakekin race, had a humanoid form, but her body was marked by intricate black and white scales that covered her arms and neck, gleaming faintly under the arena lights.

Her eyes were an unnatural shade of pure black, a stark contrast to her pale skin, which looked almost lifeless, as though the blood had drained from her body.

Above her white hair, she wore a tiara crafted from dozens of small, suspended bronze snakes, their bodies intricately arranged to form a crown.

Though they appeared inanimate, he could sense the subtle runes embedded within them.

Aside from the crown, her clothing and numerous accessories also radiated powerful energies—far stronger than anything he encountered in this world.

'This won't be like my other fights,' he muttered to himself, his expression turning more serious.

DING!

The signal rang through the arena, and both of them cast at the same time.

But before her could raise his hand, an invisible spell hit him, and in an instant, his arm turned to stone. The speed was unbelievable.

Without hesitation, he flew upward, but in doing so, he had to sacrifice his right hand. It was severed and turned to dust as it disintegrated.

That split second was enough to put him at a disadvantage.

She did not let this opportunity slide. She casted another spell to end this fight right away.

He had no choice but to stay on the move, constantly dodging her cursed mid-air.

With few options, he attempted to counter with his Light Arrow spell, but each arrow turned to stone before it could even reach her.

Next, he summoned his giant golden sword, only for it to suffer the same fate.

'She is more troublesome that I thought,'

CRACK!

Asher's right leg was struck, and due to him moving, it disintegrated into dust from the intense friction.

'Should I activate my artifact too?' he wondered, but quickly dismissed the thought.

If he relied too much on Index's artifacts, he wouldn't be able to grow.

This tournament was the perfect place to really test his limits and learn a lot in the process.

But what about his arm and leg?"

Well, he might have looked like he was in trouble after losing his limbs, but he could easily regenerate them.

After all, he could even turn into thousands of golden butterflies—this was child's play.

For now, he decided to hold off on using that spell.

He was getting excited—this challenge, the thrill of figuring out the secret behind her attacks, was exactly what he had been waiting for.

"Let's see if this will work," he raised his remaining hand, and tried to cancel out the petrification spell by sensing her energy, but it did nothing.

That meant her spell wasn't reliant on the physical manifestation of magic. Another mystery for him to figure out.

He flew higher.

'I need to find her weakness first, or the source of the spell,' Asher thought, studying her every move.

And then, it hit him.

The eyes of the snakes on her tiara—each one glowing faintly—seemed to follow his every move.

'So that's your secret, huh?'

Now that he understood the source of her strength, a plan began to form.

He couldn't keep dodging forever, and attacking her directly would only turn his strikes to stone. He needed to find a way to confuse her.

"Aureae Exemplaria" He casted another spell, and his body glowed, briefly blinding the entire arena.

When everyone's vision returned, their faces were filled with shock.

There were now a dozen of him, flying randomly through the air. They all looked identical and felt real.