"Ok everyone!! That's a very entertaining first round! Let's move to the second round!" The commentator's voice was full of adrenaline.

​The entire Arena fell silent, their gaze dropping to the stage where the two most anticipated fighters of the moment, the Ruler of Light and Prince Cain, took their places.

​"Wow! The Dragon Prince against the Ruler of Light?! That is going to be impressive!" someone muttered in shock, the mismatch undeniable but exciting.

​"I can't wait to see the outcome of this match!"

​"Hey... The Ruler of Light is clearly ten times stronger than the Prince; there is no way he can win," a man shook his head, stating the obvious power gap.

​"You have a point, a Peak Celestial Rank warrior against a Heavenly Rank warrior. The gap is simply too vast."

​"The Prince did a good job reaching this round, but his strength is fundamentally inferior."

​Cain listened to the cynical voices all over the arena, his gaze internalizing the darkness of their doubt. He turned toward the Ruler of Light, who stood perfectly still, not moving an inch, radiating an almost divine calm.

​"The battle start now!!" The commentator roared.

​Cain lowered his gaze to his sword, his expression grim. His father's desperate words replayed in his mind:

'Ruler of Light is very powerful. I know it's an impossible battle, but try to deliver one hit on her; even if you lose, at least you gave her a point. For decades, no one could accomplish that... I don't even know if God Wolf can defeat her.'

​Cain exhaled, accepting the impossible odds. 'Ruler of Light is indeed powerful, but if I can just—'

​SWISH!!!

​Before Cain could even formulate a thought or initiate a counter-move, the Ruler of Light vanished and instantly reappeared in front of him. She placed her open palm directly onto his face and slammed him down onto the stage.

​BOOOOOOM!!!

​A crater formed beneath the impact point, and the arena shook violently.

​"...?!!"

​Lewis and Jessica shot to their feet in the Dragon Royal box, utterly frozen in shock, seeing their proud brother taken down in less than two seconds.

​"This," Falkor muttered, shaking his head slowly, the initial alarm replaced by profound disappointment. "The gap between them is just too high to bridge with willpower."

​"Wow! Ruler of Light took him down in seconds!! I didn't expect this level of dominance!"

​"Same... Is this Ruler of Light truly this powerful?"

​"I can't even follow her movement; she's too fast."

​The audience muttered amongst themselves, their faces filled with a blend of confusion and awe at the display of absolute speed.

​In the royal box, Ellen looked around, confused by the reaction. "Why are the people so shocked? She is slow to me."

​'Of course, you have God Eyes, my daughter. Nothing can escape your vision, or Jinx's,' Sunny thought, maintaining his composed facade. He smiled at her.

​"You can see her because you're amazing, sweetie."

​"I am," Ellen confirmed with a pleased smile, her confidence instantly bolstered, turning her attention back to the stage.

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​Cain vomited a mouthful of blood, staring up at the Ruler of Light in stunned defeat.

​"You aren't my opponent," she finally spoke, her first words of the match, her tone utterly devoid of emotion. She grabbed Cain's collar, pulled him upright, and lifted him into the air like an unwanted doll.

​"Get off the stage." She tossed him dismissively toward the edge of the arena.

​"You are so arrogant!!"

​Two majestic red dragon wings burst out from Cain's back, his innate bloodline power activating and stopping his immediate fall. He hovered precariously near the boundary.

​"You are just faster than me, that's all... You aren't special!" he yelled, clinging to his pride, having at least forced a reaction.

​The Ruler of Light tilted her head slightly, staring at him with a faint frown, as if annoyed by the persistent noise.

​"Okay then." She stretched out her hand and opened her palm toward him.

​"You lose," she muttered, and a focused wave of pure light energy erupted from her hand, smashing into Cain's chest.

​"Ahhh! I won't lose that easily!!" Cain roared, activating every ounce of his Heavenly Rank energy, trying desperately to hold back the relentless, searing force.

​"Pathetic!"

​The Ruler of Light casually injected more power into her attack. Instantly, the light blast expanded, enveloping Cain completely.

​"Get off!" she snapped, and her attack exploded into a massive burst of light, throwing Cain violently off the stage and onto the ground below.

​"The Winner for this round is Ruler of Light!!!" The commentator yelled, his voice now entirely convinced of her supremacy.

​"I knew it! The Ruler of Light will be the winner!"

​"Haha! She advanced to the final round! Impressive!"

​"The Prince also put up a valid fight... Although he didn't get anywhere near her, he did force the Ruler of Light to spend more than three seconds on him!" The audience was already spinning the narrative to save face.

​As the Ruler of Light walked down the stage, composed and expressionless, Peter and Eve stepped forward for the next highly anticipated match.

​"Now!! The next battle is—"

​"I surrender," Peter announced, cutting the commentator off mid-sentence.

​"You... surrender?" Eve raised a professional eyebrow, surprised by the abrupt capitulation.

​"Yes. I can't defeat you," Peter stated, his arrogance completely gone, replaced by sobering realism.

"You are a Divine Rank warrior and a Commander with combat experience, while I am only a Grand Master—I have zero chance of winning. And I am quite sure I can't deceive you." Peter turned and calmly walked off the stage.

​"I got to the second round; that is enough. Besides, I am still hurting from my last battle," he muttered, maintaining a shred of dignity as he walked away.

​".....?!"

​"O... K... It seems the winner of this match is Miss Eve! She advances to the next round!" The commentator announced awkwardly, while the audience looked at one another in knowing understanding.

​"He did a good thing. I would also surrender; she is not only stronger than him, she is also a commander with battle experience. He stood no chance," some argued.

​"Yes... I am kind of impressed by his strategic maturity," a woman said with a smile.

​In the audience, Kick Queen's expression was ice cold, her arms crossed on her chest, her opinion diverging from the crowd.

​'At least you should have tried. You used a low trick to win against me, but you quit against true power,' she thought, her dark gaze fixed on Peter's retreating back, further cementing her conviction that most men lacked true fighting spirit.

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