Reincarnated as an E rank? lets see how far I can go!

The atmosphere in the stadium shifted. The earlier battles had been exhilarating, but now, the energy was different—heavier, more intense.

Because now, the A-rank hunters were stepping into the arena.

I gripped the edge of my seat, my heart pounding.

["Ladies and gentlemen! It's time for the A-rank Battles!"]

The crowd erupted into deafening cheers.

Two figures entered the battlefield.

First Match: A-Rank Mage vs. A-Rank Assassin

["On the left, we have Harlan Vex, an A-rank Mage, type: element, class: fire! Representing the Crimson Pyre Guild!"]

A tall man in a red robe raised his hand, a swirling mass of flames forming above his palm. The heat from his magic was so intense that I could feel it from the stands.

["And on the right, Sylph Reed, an A-rank Assassin, class: sword and stealth! Representing the Nightveil Order!"]

A woman clad in dark leather armor stepped forward, a long katana resting at her side. Unlike the previous assassins I had seen, she didn't twirl her blade or take an aggressive stance.

She simply stood there.

And yet, despite her stillness… she felt dangerous.

I narrowed my eyes, focusing.

This was it.

A battle between two true elites.

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The Battle Begins

The moment the starting bell rang, Harlan's flames surged forward, engulfing the entire battlefield in a sea of fire.

But Sylph was already gone.

Not dodging.

Not running.

Just… vanished.

The crowd gasped. I barely managed to track her movements—she wasn't just using stealth.

She was blending into the battlefield itself.

Harlan growled, summoning a fiery vortex around himself.

["You can't hide forever, assassin!"]

A flash of silver.

A single step.

And in an instant—she was behind him.

Her blade stopped just an inch from his neck.

["Match over."]

The crowd fell silent.

Harlan didn't even have time to react.

Even from a distance, I could tell—she hadn't used raw speed.

She had erased her presence completely.

And in that moment, I understood.

Stealth wasn't about simply vanishing. It was about existing outside of perception.

A terrifying ability.

One that I memorized instantly.

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since higher level healer also have a combat ability, they can participate too

The next few battles were just as intense.

•A healer with an amplification class doubled the power of a berserker tank, making him an unstoppable force.

•A wind mage created razor-sharp air currents, slicing through the battlefield with surgical precision.

•A gauntlet-wielding assassin used raw physical strength to crush his opponent's defenses.

Each time, I absorbed everything.

Their techniques. Their footwork. Their decision-making.

But the more I watched, the more I realized the vast difference between A-ranks and B-ranks.

This was no longer just skill.

It was pure dominance.

And yet…

Something was bothering me.

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A Battle That Shook the Stadium

Then, the final A-rank match began.

And the moment the competitors were announced, the entire stadium went silent.

["For the last match of the A-rank division… presenting, Vexar Cain, A-rank Tank! Representing the Titan Fang Guild!"]

A mountain of a man stepped forward, his bare chest covered in thick, metallic skin. His presence alone felt like a boulder crashing down on the battlefield.

["And his opponent… Lucian Draeve, A-rank Mage, type: element, class: lightning! Representing the Stormbound Circle!"]

A tall, lean man dressed in an elegant black coat entered the arena. Unlike the other fighters, he smiled calmly, his posture relaxed.

And then I noticed something terrifying.

The air around him was buzzing.

Tiny crackles of electricity danced along his fingertips.

A lightning mage.

The rarest element.

The moment the bell rang, Lucian raised a single hand.

["Kneel."]

A thunderous bolt of lightning struck the battlefield, blinding everyone for an instant.

When my vision cleared…

Vexar was on the ground.

Not unconscious.

Not defeated.

Just kneeling.

His massive body trembled as if he had just been commanded by a god.

A hush fell over the stadium.

Lucian tilted his head, his expression unreadable.

["You can stand now."]

Vexar collapsed.

Match over.

The entire stadium erupted into chaos.

Even the other A-rank hunters looked shaken.

Lightning wasn't just powerful.

It was absolute.

And yet… Lucian hadn't even tried.

I swallowed hard.

I had learned many abilities today.

But that…

That was something else entirely.

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A Familiar Presence

As the audience tried to process what they had just witnessed, I felt something cold against my spine.

A presence.

Someone watching me.

I turned my head sharply.

And once again, there he was.

That A-rank hunter.

Standing in the distance.

His smirk was gone.

Instead, he looked at me with clear intrigue.

And just like before…

He vanished.

I clenched my fists.

Something was happening.

And I needed to figure out what.

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