The cold wind bristled in the air.
The audience were watching the fight in anticipation. Unlike the other fights, which had too much noise from the distraction, everyone was watching this scene intently with all their hearts and attention.
It is said that hatred is the greatest drive and it seems to be true in this present scenario!
On the stage, there was a crimson long-haired man with a muscular body and a tall height, at least around 6'4", with small red wings sticking out of his back. Opposite him was a long blue-haired woman; her face was cold, and there was undeniable disdain on her face.
At this moment, the crimson-haired man had his eyebrows twitching almost constantly.
There is a limit to how much you could look down on people, and these Dragons really were limitless in these terms, arrogance that knew no bounds.
"No wonder," Drayken uttered while looking up at the sky with a face full of disappointment. He looked at her with a shake of his head and assumed a fighting position, his arms extended and his muscles stretched.
He beckoned with his palm with a mocking smile:
"Come."
"Why do you look so disappointed?" Synthia didn't move, her eyes watching him with a questioning gaze.
"It's because you are too prideful."
Drayken shook his head again, too lazy to talk to her any further, and lunged at her at a frightening speed.
His figure gradually enlarged in Synthia's vision as he reached her and punched right at her face.
Synthia countered the punch by sidestepping at the last second, letting his momentum carry him forward. With a flick of her wrist, she aimed a sharp jab at his exposed side.
Drayken pushed off the ground in the opposite direction, using the force to propel himself forward. His body slammed into Synthia, and...
She fell to the ground with him on top of her.
"Umm?" Drayken could feel a squishy sensation beneath him—something very squishy. When he looked down, his face became expressionless.
"You...!?" Synthia roared in fury. The entire surroundings began to change as dark clouds gathered in the sky and lightning rumbled throughout the area.
"This is a misunderstanding."
Drayken felt a terrifying pressure squeezing him from every side. It was oppressive and even caused his breath to hitch.
He tried to stand up, only for his fingers to inadvertently squeeze it ever so slightly.
Synthia's face was frosty, and the temperature in the surrounding area seemed to be rising by the minute.
"Lightning Arts: One Flash."
The moment Drayken stood up, lightning shot from the sky and struck him in an instant.
"Ahhh—"
His screams echoed.
Lightning contains at least three hundred million volts of power, and Drayken was struck.
Even with his strong body, he limped on the ground, his entire skin charred.
Drayken's vision was blurry, and his heartbeat was gradually slowing. His pitiful bloodline screamed at him in hunger, filled with fighting spirit but unable to erupt—its purity too low and too small.
"Hmph."
Slowly, Synthia stood up with an even colder expression. She pointed at Drayken, and the mana surged again.
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