Lucan and the others couldn’t help but cheer, elated. Oda gaped in amazement. Her brother was so powerful.
Romarn, sensing danger, realized the sword’s energy was as potent as the previous lightning storm. Clenching his teeth, his gaze turned ferocious, he twisted his body mid-air and directed the azure energy back at himself, puncturing his own formidable body with bloodied results, flinging himself clear of the deadly sword tide.
"Truly worthy of a Northlander barbarian. Even his method of battle is brutally relentless."
"It's quite effective, isn't it?"
"Be harsh about your foes and harsher on yourself, if you wish to survive."
The Protégés cheered with excitement, admiring Romarn's fierce assault. To make such a ruthless decision in the blink of an eye and to be so hard on oneself was not something just anyone could do. It required battle-hardened experience, enough savagery, and courage. “Indeed,” they thought. “Lord Viperbane does have some capable individuals.”
But suddenly, the arena's mood shifted, and an unbelievable scene unfolded.
Marak leaped to his feet, shouting, "Beware!"
Romarn tumbled wildly through the air towards the distant ruins, relieved to have avoided Alavin's Sword Tide, but... just as he was about to land, Alavin miraculously appeared below him. With precise judgment and decisive action, Alavin's eyes gleamed sharply as he moved like lightning, grabbing Romarn's descending ankle. His fingers burst with force, sinking deep into the flesh, clamping down on the ankle bone. At the same time, Alavin exerted his full strength, his arm veins bulging, hefting Romarn's three-meter-tall frame into the air, spinning him around thrice before smashing him into a massive boulder.
"Boom!!" Romarn shattered the boulder. Dust whirled, and debris scattered everywhere. Every wound on his body burst open with the impact, and blood splattered everywhere. His agonized screams echoed throughout the beast pit.
The crowd looked on in shock, mouths agape at the sudden turn of events. Even Marak was caught off guard and stood frozen. "Stand up!" A guard at Marak's side sprang up, bellowing with a roar.
Romarn was a tough one, a madman even. The very moment he hit the ground, he arched his back violently, breaking free from Alavin's hold.
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