In the viewing box, the former generals observed the battle with admiration.
Former General Rosalinda felt an overwhelming sense of pride for Rosalind. She had once warned her granddaughter to never trust anyone during the trial, knowing its brutality.
Yet, Rosalind had willingly disregarded that advice, standing side by side with Mixarnt as they fought Kalavan together.
The King, watching the battle unfold, turned to the former generals and spoke with a knowing smile.
"Those two will reach great heights. Don’t you agree, my friends?"
Seated before him, the former generals—Lancelot, Gundrik, Rosalinda, Theron, Lusaric, Leoric, and Xavier—nodded in agreement, their gazes filled with respect for the young warriors.
Back in the forest,from his vantage point, General Gawain watched the battle unfold, his arms crossed as he observed the two young warriors.
"Impressive…" he muttered to himself. "Despite Kalavan's immense strength, it was clear he is struggling. Exhaustion had begun to take its toll on him, while Mixarnt and Rosalind fought with everything they had, refusing to back down."
Suddenly, Mixarnt darted forward at blinding speed, aiming straight for an opening in Kalavan’s stance.
"Got you—!"
Before his attack could land, Kalavan twisted at the last second, his movements sharp and brutal. He lashed out with a devastating kick, his boot crashing into Mixarnt’s stomach.
"GHAAK—!"
Mixarnt coughed up blood as he was sent hurtling through the trees, his body smashing through the thick trunks before finally skidding to a stop.
Kalavan grinned, his breath ragged. "Finally caught you, shitty brat!"
Before he could celebrate, a sudden sharp pain shot through his arm. Rosalind’s rapier had pierced his flesh.
She tried to pull it free, but Kalavan tightened his muscles unnaturally, trapping the blade inside his arm. His blood dripped onto the dirt, but he didn’t seem to care.
"Your turn!" he snarled.
He swung his massive bastard sword toward Rosalind.
She barely dodged, letting go of her rapier at the last second as his sword crashed into the ground, shattering it and unleashing a shockwave. The force sent debris flying, slamming into her and pushing her back.
"Tsk! Damn it—!" Rosalind gritted her teeth as pain flared through her body. Even without direct contact, the sheer force of his Berserker ability was overwhelming. She gasped for breath, her vision spinning.
"Now… time to die, you brats!"
Kalavan disappeared in an instant, moving at the same blinding speed he had used when he killed Caelum as his berserker blood skill is active again, the cool down was finish...
Rosalind’s heart pounded. She couldn’t react in time.
The bastard sword swung down—
"Mana Surge."
A black-and-green blur shot through the air.
Mixarnt blitzed forward, his body crackling with black and green lightning, his wooden sword spinning in a deadly arc.
CLAAAANG!
The impact stopped Kalavan’s attack, just inches from Rosalind’s head.
Mixarnt stood his ground, grinning despite the blood dripping from his forehead and mouth.
"I won’t let you win, old man! We will win!"
Kalavan’s expression twisted into a savage grin. "Hah! Let’s see you try!"
The two clashed once more.
Mixarnt moved with inhuman speed, his body pushing past its limits as he channeled his power.
"Enigma Enhancement—200%! Mana Surge!"
His aura exploded again, his strength and speed reached 300% because of Mana Surge.
Mana Surge—a trump card he had refused to use against Lancelot—now surged through his body. It was a technique similar to Enigma Enhancement, but with a major flaw:
It drains mana at an alarming rate. Meanwhile, using Enigma Enhancement at 200% pushed his body beyond its limits. The standard 100% boost already came with heavy drawbacks, but doubling it only amplified the strain, tearing his muscles apart faster.
Mixarnt knew he couldn’t keep it up for long.
Kalavan, sensing the shift, swung his blade wildly, his Berserker instincts fully unleashed. Each strike was meant to kill.
CLANG! CLANG! BOOOOM!
Their weapons collided over and over, the sheer force of their strikes shaking the battlefield.
Then—both warriors were blasted back from the force of their final exchange.
Mixarnt landed on his feet, panting. He raised his hand.
"Come to me, Enigma!"
A brilliant black light erupted from his grasp as his Spirit Weapon—Enigma—manifested.
The blade shimmered, its eerie black glow resembling the vastness of the cosmos.
Mixarnt grinned. "It’s over!"
Kalavan bared his teeth, raising his sword.
"I won’t lose, brat!
Demonic Finisher!!!"
His bastard sword ignited in a menacing red glow, pulsating with demonic energy.
With a battle cry, both warriors charged—
Their swords collided in a blinding explosion—However, in that instant, Mixarnt unleashed his signature move.
"Radiant Wave!!!!"
A surge of pure radiant energy burst from Mixarnt’s blade, engulfing the battlefield.
Kalavan’s eyes widened in shock not expecting a point-blank release of a skill from Mixarnt. "Wha—?!"
BOOOOOOM!!!
The entire forest was illuminated as the powerful blast overpowered Kalavan’s skill, consuming him in an explosion of light.
Everyone watching didn't remove their eyes from the screen. "Woah..." Some people murmured.
As the dust settled and the light from the intense battle faded, Kalavan lay unconscious on the ground, defeated.
The arena erupted into chaos, the crowd screaming and shouting in disbelief and excitement. The unexpected victory of Mixarnt and Rosalind sent waves of cheers and praise throughout the colosseum and across the kingdom of Aetherlight. People watching from different locations couldn’t contain their amazement, their voices rising in unison to celebrate the two prodigies who had achieved the impossible.
